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Yang paused, wondering if she should help the voice or go back.
 
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The Quarter horse bucked her hard and left her on her side. "Stay out of this!"
 
Sienna stood by the QH. "Why do you travel with them? You obviously don't like this."
Sienna was at war with herself, jump in and help Twi and risk being killed, or stay here and try to sweet-talk the QH?
 
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Seaspray appeared among the group of mares. "They most likely think we're a lone band of mares," she hissed to the females around her. "Stop attacking them."
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Aaron appeared on the scene, windblown and curious. The Shire horse was level with the Gypsy Vanner, but stood higher than the Quarter Horse. The Friesian was a few inches shorter. "What's going on here?" he asked in a voice that comes with the middle-aged, experienced, fatherly type. "Why are you here?" His face was stiff and he went to lick Yang's wounds.
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Flip struggled up. His head spun with exhaustion, but he was able to make it to his feet. He limped to the scene, alert and worried. He gritted his teeth at the sight of the stallions. "I don't recall your names. Refresh my memory, if you would. I AM Philip - or Flip - if you happen to remember." His tone was sarcastic and scornful.

(Have to leave home now. Be back later.)
 
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TWwilight Laughed. "You think you scare me? I lived with abusive owners for TWO years. I know how to fend for myself." She then spitt in his eyes and bit his leg, forcing it off of her and kicked him abck in the side, forcing him over.

"And you think you're scary too? All I see is an over confident idiot!" he hissed, biting her leg so hard she tilted to the side, allowing him back up. Once again he bucked her and cracked another rib, just on the other side, knocking her back again. He jumped on her fallen body and stomped on her, leaving a countless number of shoe marks. "Surrender, I won't kill you if you do," he said. "Do I make myself clear?"

Twilight got back up, ready for more. "Surrender? This is our herd! Not yours! Your the ones who should leave." To the Gypsy vanners surprise, she jumped in him, and kicked him in the skull, making a sligh, but painful crack, making him near to passing out.
 
(Whoa. We have no herb/medicine horse, and I said NO IMMEDIATE KILLING. I guess I should add NO FATAL WOUNDS OR POSSIBLE FATAL WOUNDS to that. Rib-cracking is included.)
 
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