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Valve made the decision to bring Gabbar back to the Dunes because there was a chance that the Arabian dwelling there was the very same one he sought. For Valve, it was an opportunity worth capitalizing on regardless of the result. She had not expected that the bay stud would engage either Olaf or Bloodmane in a territorial dispute, but when Gabbar's wide grin stretched across his lips with devilish delight, Valve's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. It was much more befitting to have the pair of them control this sandy space. Watching these beasts of muddled blood tromp around the Dunes caused her a formidable amount of disgust. She was an outcast among them - a literal and proverbial dark horse. In her mind, the act of betrayal that they perceived was instead an act of empowerment. Valve did not take kindly to being dismissed by inferiors, and thus they would pay.

She watched as Gabbar left her side and descended the small dune, meeting Olaf by the river with a war bugle followed by the clashing of hooves and teeth. Flicking her dark tail to and fro, catlike and calculating, Valve chose the ideal moment to gallop toward them like a gleaming black flash in the desert sun. Undoubtedly Olaf would notice her initial sudden movement down the dune, so Valve took care to position herself far enough away from him that it would only be possible to see her coming if his head was raised. When Olaf's head dipped to push on Gabbar's left side, Valve made her move.

The black mare surged forward from behind Gabbar, properly aligning herself for her first attack and closing the gap between her and Olaf with increasing speed. By the time she was within striking distance of the opposing stallion, her companion was in prime position to lunge and give way without compromising the tactical advantage of having Olaf between them and the rushing river. As the smoky black mongrel pawed the wet sand, Valve - still hurling forward at a full gallop - used the great momentum she had acquired to attempt ramming her shoulder into Olaf's ribs. While she was no match for the stallion in terms of girth, Valve hoped that both her speed and the element of surprise would ensure success. With so little time for him to brace against what impact would perhaps occur, her hope was that at best, Olaf might fall, though sidestepping into the river was still a possibility depending on his balance. Of course, if the notion of slamming into him as forcefully as she planned did occur, Valve would risk experiencing a great deal of pain as well. However, such an injury would be a small price to pay if she were successful at driving some part of her enemy into the water.

In lieu of another attack, Valve took a moment to collect herself on the riverbank. Her nostrils flared as she breathed rapidly from the great burst of speed she had displayed. With her ears flat against her skull, her eyes stayed locked on Olaf, assessing the situation while the adrenaline coursing through her veins helped distract from her own condition.

"Piç," she hissed, taunting him.

VALVE

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