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"I warned you," she hissed, stepping closer. Dahlia bucked him as hard as she could with her strong hind legs on Jet's jaw, and a second time on the side of his head. His mouth welled up with blood, his jaw was bent out of place painfully, the side of his face was swelled up and marked with horseshoes, and he was becoming so dizzy from the kick on his head that the world seemed to shake in front of him, causing the stallion to fall to his side in both agony and disorientation. "I hoped you learned your lesson, freak," spat Dahlia. The mare trotted away fast, her dark fur blending in almost perfectly with the shadows.
He yowled in fury and charged at her, sending her flying across the ground and landing with a sickenind thud. Blood dripped his head onto her and the dizzyness made him reckless, rearing into the air he came down hard on her stomach, driving the air from her body until she was left gasping for air. "Next time" He hissed in her ear "I will kill you and your miserable little foal" He raised his head and gave her one last kick to the head, knocking her out cold before trotting away. Leaving her bleeding on the ground.
(She might kill him in his sleep later.
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"Don't act like I wasn't there, coward," snarled a voice. Bucephalus suddently appeared out of the bushes and charged at Jet, knocking him over and having him skid in the dirt as he fell, dust billowing up; scarring and tearing up most of his skin. He kicked hard at his bleeding jaw more, a healthy snap filling the air. As his victim ly on the ground, the stallion trampled and stomped his belly, his air literally being sucked away from his lungs and red marks of metal tipped hooves covered his bloody body. Before Bucephalus left, he whammed the other horse's head so hard it almost shattered and he was knocked out into a coma. He hung Jet out to dry in his critical condition; he was bleeding so much he had hardly enough plasma to allow him to wake up in even a few hours, he was wheezing for air in his sleeping state, his jaw was destroyed, and his skin was battle torn. Bucephalus dragged Dahlia to the willow tree where Pheobe couldn't see her and tended to her wounds.