Falls

He had not realized that a part of him missed this, the fire which could fare and burn so brightly when stoked. Riviani had been the first to remind him of who he had once been and might possibly be again at least partly. Despite his aged joints there appears to still be some life in him yet as he moves forward. Due to the nature of his approach his opponent has ample time to prepare for him and it does not surprise him that as their heavy bodies collide the creamy stallion is able to brace himself after only a moment. His own large hooves slip through the slush of snow littered on the ground, losing traction as attempts to continue the forward motion against the mountain with which he appears to have collided. It is enough that the clip of his teeth are able to catch that alabaster flesh beneath their blunt edges, and while his grip is not tight enough to bruise, the fact that it pinches the other man is apparent in the instinctive impact of his muzzle against Bondurant’s own mottled cheek.

All he offers is a grunt in return as the body he still clings to begins to move. His hooves shuffle beneath him, being drug slightly in a circular motion by whatever the other is attempting, his view limited by his position. Not until he feels the dull sting teeth grabbing the skin of his own shoulder. He has thick skin, made even more so by winter which has given shag to his hair, but he still feels the bite and the beyond that the pressure his challenger is applying. His rear hooves attempt to dig in for purchase but begin to slide in the slush which the movements are quickly beginning to create in their wake. He snorts, releasing his hold and giving in to the gravity of his opponent’s force.

He allows the creamy stallion to guide his movements, flowing in the direction he pushed which thankfully enough compelled his hind quarters away from the other. His rear legs crisscrossed in their effort, what others would have made a graceful movement no doubt, but he was lucky for it to at least be effective. Completing his pivot, he could only hope to have detached the other brute and be standing relatively face-to-face with him once more. He squealed throatily, the sound more grating than anything as he shifted his weight backwards only enough to barely bring his front hooves off the ground, his weight was sizeable and he was not even daring enough to attempt a full rear but he did not need his hooves to be able to strike out for what he had in mind.

Instead his broad head struck forward, blunt teeth exposed in an attempt to rake them across the others cheek or nose. This time they did not close, not wishing to cause any damage to the more sensitive areas in what was to be a friendly skirmish; one he was enjoying far more than he had expected. His sides heaved as he drew in breath as deeply and quickly as possible, the exertion this was requiring from him very apparent. Whatever else he was, Bondurant was woefully out of shape