Battle Type: BATTLE
Prize: BRAGGING RIGHTS
Contact Made: YES MY FRIEND YES
Character #1: @Raglan
Bonded: no
Magic: no
Armor: no
Weapons:
Character #2: @Mila
Bonded: no
Magic: no
Armor: no
Weapons: no
It wasn't as if he hadn't told anyone he was going to be here.
He'd told one of the younger recruits, a scrawny looking filly with a smudged face and bruised knuckles - Crow through and through, even if she didn't know it yet - to disperse information through the ranks. A spar, he had told her, Tellem it's a good old fashioned brawl. Spit and grit and bloody teeth. The winged rogue had even given the girl a coin for her trouble! Pursing his lips and attempting (then failing) not to roll his eyes, Raglan stared balefully at the land surrounding the arena. It wasn't that it wasn't beautiful in it's own way, it was that Raglan was having a hard time paying attention to the uniqueness of his surroundings when he was so busy pouting.
Scuffing the dry earth with a pale hoof and squinting up at the autumn sky - crisp and blue and all things fall - the lad huffed a sigh, disappointment rearing it's ugly head and pressing down over his lean muscled shoulders with the weight of Maxence's big fat ego. At the thought of Maxence, however, the horned Crow perked up a bit as his imagination took over. Pushing out his thin chest and stepping toward the center of the ring, Raglan envisioned the Desert King standing before him in all of his cocky glory.
"You think you're so big and tough, Maxence. Coming into my lands and threatening my First Crow?" He threw a laugh at the imaginary commander, full of bravado and confidence, "The only one that gets to talk smack to Reichenbach is me! Engarde!" And with that, the boy rushed forward only to rear back and strike at the air in a series of jabs with his hooves. "Take that you smelly sand sucker!" He cried, a wild grin plastered over his rust stained face, "And that, and that!" Spinning about and giving a kick with his hind legs, Raglan began to laugh, a boisterous, full bodied thing, erasing all memory of disappointment from his mind and giving a spring to his step.
It didn't matter if Crows showed up, he could keep fighting this daydream, at least that way, he'd always come out the winner.
