I don't really like myself without you
The noise of the fighting and screaming alerted him. Ironclad had been grazing to try and get something in his unsettled stomach when he heard the shouting. It was soon followed by the clashing of body and hooves so he knew instantly something needed his attention. Silvering ears quickly lay back against his skull as his legs raise to guide him across his territory. For a moment in time, he felt like he was flying at the rate of speed he was going. Noting fills his head except getting to the fight and protecting who ever it was in danger. That was until the scene becomes clearer. Ironclad slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop as he watches the fight from afar. Zharko was loyally defending his Queen against the intruder. It was this intruder that has stopped the young stallion in his tracks.
His breathing began to quicken rapidly as rage over takes his sights. It wasn’t only the fact that the Lagoon had once again intruded on his borders after he yelled at Cullen, but the fact of who this stallion was. That draft brute was the reason Kvothe id not return home. He was the reason she has probably become stranded on another island with a newborn foal that wasn’t his. Air blows out his nostrils in a snort before the young stallion collects himself enough to charge. He had no worry that Medusa couldn’t handle herself or that Zharko wasn’t strong. The three of them together would prove to be no match for the Lagoon stallion, but Ironclad wanted to pry the facts out of him before he left. He races to block the stallion’s exit to the sea.
Ironclad places himself between Try and the ocean while his family fights him on the other side. He screams out as his body flys uwards into a rear, calling for the fighting to completely cease. At least for now. Once he crashed back to the pebbled beach he was shouting at the stallion. ”You dare to come here after taking advantage of one of the sweetest mares I have even known?” He stomps a hoof. ”Where is Kvothe? What have you done with her now? You better bring her home right now or you will not be leaving this place alive.” Ironclad has never threatened someone this way before. The look that stays in his eyes are one he once saw fill his father when he looked at Bjorn. He now understood why his sire had went to the lengths he had. Hatred was a terrible thing.