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Aaron cocked his head with air of a gentleman, a pleasant expression on his face. "Well then," he replied breezily. "I'll escort you to the battlefield." He led the way to a place in the meadow near the Farther Pastures, but not too far from the Willow. "Will this do?" The Shire horse towered over the splotchy Paint. He could have rested his massive hoof on her shoulder.
She nodded easily "Yes" Lifting her head defiantly she face him, her eyes cold
Aaron felt queasy for a moment, unsure of whether to kill this mare. He'd never attacked a female before...
He decided to get over his fears and reared up, his shiny hooves pawing the air.