Falls

They were almost leaning into each other for support as they circled in the slush their movements were created. Their breed not known for their grace and the unforgiving terrain not helping either of their causes. Finally, they both had to give in and break apart though he was perhaps much more thankful for it than Kendry. While the spotted stallion still possessed his knowledge of how to fight the actual application after so many years was not quite so easy. Still, he had a few tricks up his sleeve making use of the perlino’s momentary stumble to push back towards his opponents face with his dark lips pulled back over blunt teeth. He does not strike with ferocity or the intent of harming any of the more vulnerable places on the other stallion’s countenance, pulling the punch so to speak. Yet it is still effective, the shrill call of surprise cutting the air around them seconds before those dull teeth scrape light skin. They slide down his cheek all the way to the more sensitive skin of his nose.

Pulling his head back against the thick curve of his neck he allows his partner to recover from the throbbing that no doubt lingered in the path his blow had taken. Bondurant appreciates the reprieve himself, lungs inhaling air as in deep gulps as his heart hammered in that deep chest. Kendry seems to realize the the older man needed a break, though the spotted stallion’s pride is grateful that he does not voice such things. His emerald eyes flit up to catch the appraising gaze of the other stallion in the moment that he grins before tossing that light-hearted taunt towards him. His own lips pull back in a huff of laughter which is short lived, the sound cutting off as their chests collide once more. A grunt leaves him at the impact, his heavy body sliding back marginally in the slurry around them.

His surprise at that move however is short lived, replaced by another as the student seemingly sought to become the master pulling a mirror of the move the speckled man had just recently performed himself. Pulling his mottled face up instinctively to avoid the blow as much as possible allows Kendry’s own teeth to scrape down his check before trailing down his neck. The scrape tingles, stinging more so on the sensitive skin of his cheek. His eyes smart, that heavy head shaking as if to rid himself of the feeling as his mind turned at how best to respond. To be fair Bondurant’s list of ‘tricks’ wasn’t very long, he had always been a rather straightforward man opting for the brawn so easily at his disposal over much else. “Quick study.” The words are clipped, breathy but is head bobs for just a moment as he gives that short evaluation. Waiting but a moment after those words leave his lips go chest to chest with the creamy stallion once more. The blow no doubt lacks the weight and force of those that came earlier, the Andalusian’s strength waning with every heft of that heavy body. He can only hope that perhaps his sparring partner will tire of such games before the spotted man’s heart stops on its own, it would stop beating long before his pride allowed him to admit he was exhausted no doubt.