Bluefire couldn't of been more angry, his muscles were on fire, and he was riddled with rage. Some horse reckoned he was nothing but a softie, and was a wimp. Truth, he hated fighting, it was a thing that his father did naturally, but he had to prove that he wasn't to be pushed over. A nightmare was going to be fought, and he couldn't release it in a better way, his sabre teeth dripping with salvia, hot to the touch. His other ancestory would help too, as he could do a bit more. But his glory, teeth glowing through would make large wounds.
"Let it begin - horse.. I'm sooo afraid. Did your mother pack your lunch today?" his voice taunted to the other side as he position himself. This would release his emotions, imagining that the nightmare was his father.
It begins...
Lightswoop trotted casually into the clearing, flicking his tail about. This shouldn't be too hard, he thought with confidence. He was itching for a fight- the first one since the wolves and cats had transformed.
"Bring it on," he whinnied calmly. "Let's make this quick, I have a grazing hour in at 4:30." Lightswoop knew he had a 50/50 chance of winning- he eyed the sabre-teeth of his opponent, but then again, he wanted to make himself mad.