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"Never!" he shouted, panting. Songan kicked Trajon's front legs again, this time much harder, which bent them back the wrong way with a loud snap and much blood. He stood, slamming down on his head so hard he was left seeing stars.
Trajon laughed again. He spun his hindquarters toward the colt and kicked his side, cracking yet more ribs. He snarled again. "You will die if you refuse to leave us," He spat. "Your choice, thought I don't think your quality of life is worth it." He grabbed hold of the stallion's other ear, ripping at it maliciously before backing out of range again. He was forced to limp.
Just about ready to pass out, Songan charged at Trajon with the last of his energy. Taking only four blows to his side he left it bruised, bloodied, broken, and in horrible pain. The young stallion panted and stopped for a moment before finishing, kicking Trajon's shins inward for the third time, having him toppling like a toy onto his sore side. Hard. And with that he collapsed out of sheer exhaustion.
