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High up top the nearly destroyed mountain fortress, two warriors fought against each other ruthlessly. Both nearly stripped of their armor and coated in blood after untold hours of ruthless slaughtering of the rival's armies, leading up to the titanic clash of steel and will. One of the two, garbed in nearly black steel and ragged leathers snarled as she flared her wings, a shimmering gold against the thundering storm clouds of the night. Her massive claymore crashed with a thunderous clank onto her foes oversized shield, causing him to take a step back as he roared in response. The other warrior bore little more than a chainmail vest and hard leather pants with ruined steel plates hanging from it, his gigantic tower shield scratched and dented, peppered with arrows yet as unyielding as he. In his offhand he carried a simple war axe, one side broken to a blunt as the other soaked in blood came up to meet her sword.

Far below the duo, the fighting had long since stopped, the soldiers all shaking and staring up in awe as the sounds of the unearthly clash echoes far and wide from the mountain. The camps on either side of the conflict signaling one another for a truce in hopes of saving the structure and hopefully their individual champions. Yet as they tended to their wounds and began to negotiate, the warriors were oblivious to the outside world. The armies shook in fear as the tower on which the champions fought shook and crumbled, the messengers they send up falling from the peak in pieces, cut down before they can relay the message of a truce. As the sun begins to rise on another new day, the armies take to their camps, sending prayers for each of their champions.

Both warriors stand facing one another with blades locked as a streak of lightning clashes besides them, blasting off a chunk of the old castle as the electricity sparks from their armor like the fire and lightning in their gazes. The male with the massive shield neighed as he kicked his foe back, sliding back a short distance himself as the mighty horse shook his main and head, sending blood and sweat everywhere. The Dragoness grunted and panted as her lips curled up into a vicious smile, smoke billowing from her nostrils as her adrenalin flushed through her veins. Her forked tongue moistened her blood-stained lips as her tail lashed, eager for another clash with the male. With a roar that would have done her ancestors proud, she charged him, blade level for a finishing thrust. He responded in kind with a battle cry and charge of his own.

As they closed the distance, the lightning struck again, striking the very point they would meet. A massive boom rumbles alongside thunder as the tower begins to crumble. Both armies turn and become petrified at the sound and sight, watching in horror as the castle collapses in upon itself, becoming hidden under the worsening storm. Some of the soldiers shook and fell to their knees, others just collapsed as hundreds stood transfixed, unable to believe the scene they had just witnessed.

Some ways down the mountain, the leaders of the two nations who lead the armies stood still. Their negotiation halted as they too, men and women of power and above the messy business that is war, locked in place by the same fear that gripped the men and women who stood in their respective camps. They and their guards shook, servants looking about fearful and lost, and all as confused as to how to react as the storm continues with no end in sight.

Soon, chaos erupts across the mountain. Both sides beginning to fight and argue amongst themselves over whether or not to send search parties, to launch a full attack against the foes who caused them to lose such a hero of the nation, raiding their own personal stores to gather supplies to dissert their armies, or even to march down to their leaders and force them to surrender and submit to them.

As they argue, hidden beneath the rubble of the tower lay the two champions. The golden dragoness panted as she shook, arms tight around the horse's waist. Her body held protectively over him as her wings lay fanned out, making it clear that she dropped her sword, forfeiting what could have been the final blow to save her enemy. Her eyes widen as the realization dawned on her, followed by the on that her head lay in the crook of his neck. She cursed herself silently and quickly tried to push herself off him, only to find herself pinned in his grip. As she turned her head to look, expecting to see his axe coming down into her back, she gasps in shock. The warrior's shield, which had taken more abuse than her armor from the entire battle, sat over her wings, supported by both his hands and imbedded with some of the stones from the now ruined castle.

Beneath her, the black horse moaned in pain, his breathing slightly ragged but strong as he turned his chocolate eyes to her face. Blood red met the soft brown as she turned her head back to him, the fire and lightning still within their gaze but no longer the same. Subconsciously, they both inch their heads closer as the storm billows around outside their hiding spot. With a shaky breath from both, scaled lips meet soft flesh ones as the enemies kissed. The dragoness murred into the kiss as the horse moves his free hand to the base of her neck, deepening the kiss as he threw his shield. As it bounced over the floor, her tail began to coil his left leg, her hands gripping his mail and tugging at it. He neighed and flipped them, rolling them onto her back and pulling back, her sharp claws ripping away enough links to rip his mail open into a vest.

The dragonesses eyes drank in his form as he removed the last of the ruined armor, leaving his well-defined and toned torso open for her pleasure. He snorts softly takes a tight grip on her leather armor, fitting his fingers through the front opening before he rips it wide open, freeing her small mounds to the cold air. She gasps in response and shivers, smiling as she flings her wings at him, roughly knocking some wind from him. Before he could regain it, she leaned up and shoved him off her and onto the hard ground. As he grunts, she follows suit and rolls herself between his legs with claws ready as her eyes lock on her prize. A quick and precise swipe rips away the fly and crotch of his leggings, causing his full sack to fall free as well as expose his sheath, tip already making an appearance.

The dragoness growls softly and licks her lips as she cups his orbs, gently messaging them. "Mmm~ such an impressive warrior," she purred/growled, gently nosing his slowly growing cock. "tell me~ have you ever submitted to anyone before~" she snaps her jaws at him, offering a toothy smile. The black horse chuckled softly in response and snorted.

"Ha! Submission is for those who surrender" He smiled and sat up, leaning to cup her soft-ish cheek with a strong hand. "And for a warrior like you, you should know surrender is never an option." He growled softly, his cock rapidly growing now. She growled pleased at both his words and the reaction, sifting to sit on her knees as her tail swayed slowly. She gave no response apart from a squeeze to his balls, her other warm hand coming to grasp his shaft. The two shared a mutually understood challenging gaze before the dragoness licked his hardening cock head, nimble forked tongue gently circling the flat tip as she slowly stroked him. The horse nickered and smiled at his partner, cock a little over a foot long and fairly girthy, "Now that just seems rude, not even giving a chance of a fair fight~" his gaze looked up and behind her, to her swaying tail.

"Surrender isn't an option~" she mocks teasingly, kissing his slit briefly, "which means you fight to win~" she growls and slowly opens her maw, gently easing her lips around him. A pleasured groan/moan escapes him as he half chuckles smirking at her words as his cock suddenly hardens fully. She gags slightly as her mouth is suddenly stretched faintly, eyes widening as she pulls off his member taking in its nearly two foot length and easily as thick as her forearm. She couldn't help but shudder and drool slightly at the sight of it, earning a prideful chuckle from him, but she didn't particularly care.

"No surrender." He nickered, moving a leg to press on her shoulder. Taking advantage of her distraction, he shove / kicks her off him, wincing as her claws scrape his genitals. He was on his feet faster than her as she stumbled to stand. Wasting little time, he gripped her neck and half pushed half dragged her into the nearest pile of rubble. As she grunts and tries to reorient herself, he drops to his knees and yanks her trousers down and expose her glistening sex to his gaze. She growls and looks down at him, claws gripping his shoulders as his lips take her folds, a surprised gasp/purr escaping from her lips.

He purred softly as he kissed her folds, parting his lips to slip his tongue over her juicy flower. As she moaned from the feeling he snorted, nickering as he pressed his thick appendage between her lower lips, dragging it over the entrance of her honeypot and clit. The dragoness purr/growled, flexing her claws into his shoulder blades and drawing blood, the horse simply moaned into his meal, nibbling her lips as he lapped greedily. His tongue spread her lips with ease, his hands grip her hips tightly as he plunges his tongue into her core, shivering softly as he revels in her taste.

The golden dragoness purrs in pleasure as her tail wraps loosely around him, her breathing shortening as it picks up pace. The horse smiles as he continues to enjoy her taste, humming softly as he speeds up his licks. With a soft growl the dragoness' hands moves to her scaly mounds, squeezing them softly as she pants. Her head angles down to the rival, smiling as he eats her out. As her bottom lip tucks in between her teeth as she moans, the horse presses his tongue against the top of her passage, slowly dragging it out and rubbing it over her clit.

He smiles as he leans back some and licks his lips as he glances up at her. She growled at him faintly as he stood, his strong hands taking hers from her mounds. A faint shudder rippled through her body as his lips came to dance over her scaled breast, his impressive member rubbing against her thigh. Swallowing a moan, she moved her legs to rest on his belly before roughly shoving him off her.

As the warrior stumbled, her tail slipped down to his lower legs and tripped him. A surprised neigh escaped him as he fell onto his back, while the dragoness growled and followed. She dropped to her hands and knees between his, claws gripping his hips as she hisses gently at his tip, lips just inches away. He neighed and started to sit up, gasping and freezing as his weight rested on his forearms and elbows, the dragoness' warm, wet maw engulfing some of his shaft.

He smiled and faintly panted as she growled and around him, gently swallowing as she bobbed her head on his length. Her nostrils flared slightly as she moaned lustfully, giving a gentle swallow as she started to suck on him, struggling to coax her throat to take his large head. A faint groan emitted from his partially open mouth as it curled up into a smile "Don't choke yourself~" he smirked, earning an angry snarl from her. Her eyes shut tightly as she shifted, one hand grasping the lower end of his cock as she leaned up more. She growled faintly, using her breath to warm her maw more as she opened her esophagus wide.

He shuddered as her mouth became hotter, her sucking encouraging his thick member to leak it's pre. His mouth opens to speak only for his eyes to roll into his head, the dragoness' mouth crawling down his length further as his bulbous head enters her throat. She peeks open one eye to watch him as smoke rolls lightly from her nostrils, her chest heaving as she pants and works more of his delicious meat into her.

The carnivore growls in pleasure as she swallows and sucks the horse's cock, enjoying his taste as he did her. The forked tongue coiled down his length ahead of her lips, helping lube him as she began to rock her head on his shaft, keeping at least his leaky head in her throat. The horse grunted and neighed, not used to someone being able to deepthroat him. His head shook as he panted, long braided hair flinging about as he felt in ecstasy.

She smiled, quite pleased with his expression as she enjoyed him. Her eye glanced down and both flung open, a muffled gasp vibrating him as she realizes she's only has at most half his length. Her muffled gasp caused him to whine faintly, fingers digging into the cracked stone floor of their little hideaway. His cock began to throb and pulsate from her enthusiastic work, her body shivering in excitement as she feels his. Still, her eyes lock on that five or so inches wrapped in her hand rather than filling her cheeks. With a slight gag, she winces as she forces her lips lower, giving a faint whimper as his twitching shaft causes her discomfort. Despite this, her own arousal grows, encouraging her to move her tail between her legs and stroke her soaked folds.

The house warrior couldn't take it anymore however, the heat from her maw, the tightness of her throat, it was too much. His head reared back as he neighed loudly, a hand moving to grip her head as the head of his length flared. Her eyes shot open wide as she felt his grip, followed by the flaring of his cock head. She pushes against his hips, pressing her claws hard into his flesh and drawing blood as she tries to pull away. The dragoness tries to call out but is muffled by the thick cock in her throat.

That motion sets him off, his teeth clench as his eyes snap shut, followed up with a hard throb as he begins to cum. Thick globs of hot spunk launch into her wiggling body, her wings flying out as she stops trying to pull away. Her eyes roll up into her head as she swallows reflectivity, subconsciously milking him as he fills her belly with his essence. He grunts softly as he rocks his hips and her head, his stream of cum seemingly endless before he begins to pull her off. A quiet moan escapes them both as his head pops out of her throat and floods her mouth, cum gushing out around her lips. Her eyes flutter as she looks to him, her breathing heavy as he pulls himself free of his spraying cock.

She gasps and coughs up some of his hot seed as his throbbing member gives a few squirts onto her face as it finishes. Both rivals pant from their actions and the intensity of his climax, chocolate brown met with her crimson as they narrowed into an angry growl. He blinked and opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, only to snap it shut as she moved a bloodied hand around his manhood.

"What is your name." The dragoness' voice dripped with lust washed over in blistering fury. He snorted as he panted, his climax having rid him of much of his energy.

"I am called Jasper Titan-Shield." He spoke with pride despite the evidence pointing to him soon losing his masculinity, "Champion of the Gramvannar nation's first calvary line" he watched her cautiously, giving a faint shudder as she slowly began to stroke him. The dragoness purred softly, a twisted smile on her lips as her scaled hand slowly worked up and down him, the combination of saliva and semen acting like a lubricant.

"I am Zaylee Golden-Streak, champion and leader of the Vanash nation's elite forces" the dragoness, Zaylee, gave a prideful growl as her hand squeezed the horse's thick member. He gave a subdued moan as he felt her strong grip sliding up and down his length, the mixture of fluids letting her scales glide over the veiny flesh. Her forked tongue slipped past her lips and slowly swept away some of Jasper's thick spunk from her lips, giving a gentle purr as she pulled it into her mouth and swallowed. "Tell me, Titan-Shield, do you always give a woman such a filling meal?" She snickered before moaning, her bottom lip moving to be pressed into by her sharp teeth.

Jasper shuddered his eyes widening from her evident enjoyment of his cum, his mouth opening slightly as she moans. The warrior moves cautiously, leaning to his side just enough to spy her golden tail softly rubbing against the lips of her flower, her fluids making her scales shine even more vibrantly as it drips onto the floor. Glancing back to her he lets out a nervous chuckle, "Actually ma'am, I can honestly say you're the first I've done that for." he admits with a gulp, cautious of her as his eyes explored her form.

"Oh?" Her head tilts in surprise, eyes widening as her chest swells with faint pride swelled within her from the honesty in his voice. "Well I hope my adversary isn't spent, it be a pity to accept your submission without a REAL fight~" she growls as she leans up, letting him get a good look at her voluptuous body, her tail glistening as her needy folds puff visibly. Her tone made Jasper shiver faintly, her choice of words however...

"I told you, I don't surrender" his eyes burned with lust and anger fueled intensity. Zaylee blinked and took half a step back, her tail swinging back to its place behind her as her hands hovered just off her sides. The horse rolled to his feet and stood tall, his breathing steady as his cock stood proud and ready despite having already finished once. He neighed softly and quickly fell upon her, one hand suddenly appearing at her throat as the other gripped her hip. The dragoness' eyes shot open in a mix of fear and surprise as her hands moved to wrists of his, tail wrapping around the hand on her hip.

Her mouth parted as she gasped, trying to both speak and get air before she felt her feet leave the ground. With a grunt, Jasper chucked his rival a short distance onto the ground, earning a slightly pained hiss from the golden dragon as she lay on her belly. Zaylee started to stand as quickly as possible, only to find the warrior already over her. One of his powerful hands gripped her tail and pinned it to down off to her side, the other hand taking a rough grip of her actually delicate left wing. Her head turned to watch in almost horror as he dropped to his knees behind her, that hefty member she was enjoying moments ago now pressing against her buttox as he leaned over her. Her red eyes moved to catch his perceptive browns, his lips turned into a frown as he kept his grip tight on his opponent yet stayed still.

"You're a virgin still aren't you Vanashian?" his tone was as soft as it was when he admitted to her. Her eyes stayed locked to his as she gave a shudder and swallowed hard, fearful for a number of reasons now as her breathing quickened. Jasper stayed where he was, gaze almost cold with his frown. For several beats of their hearts they stayed put, before the Horse sighed and moved away. As soon as she was released, Zaylee darted to the far wall of the collapsed tower and stood in a defensive stance facing the Gramvannarian who stood still and laxed.

"...." Her eyes traveled up and down his body, her arousal washed away with a warrior's adrenaline and fear. He sighs softly and crossed his arms as he walked to the opposing wall.

"So dominant and aggressive, and extraordinary good at oral, yet a virgin?" He asked as he tilted his head at her, she said nothing in response, earning a soft nicker from him as he crouched down. Her fear began to subside as she watched him, noticing his cock had deflated while slowly stood with some of the remnants of his clothing. "Far be it from me to judge another warrior, especially when one who's skills are on par to my own." The Horse shifted slightly as he fashioned himself a tattered loincloth, turning to gather more clothing from the ground. "But I personally, have no interest in deflowering a maiden by force," he spoke softly as he fashioned a makeshift set of garments, clearly meant for her, "even if she started it." He chuckled softly as he approached her, both hands holding the makeshift outfit. Zaylee frowned and growled at the horse, swiping the garments from him.

"You kissed ME first Gramvannarian barbarian!" she spat, smoke rising from her nostrils. "If it wasn't for that lightning, you'd be dead right now as you should be" she snarled and crouched to attack.

"You kissed back Zaylee." He said as he crossed his arms, his sad but stern tone froze her. "You kissed me back. And if I was a barbarian, I would have taken you despite your obvious fear." He gave a soft growl that caused her to glance away and ease up. "And if it was the lightning that spared me, explain why when the tower started to collapse you dropped your sword and slowed my fall?" He tilted his head at her, the dragoness' stance shifting to an awkward stand. "Neither of our nation's are 'Barbaric' and we both know it. Just like you know we both saved each other and started what we did for the same reason." Jasper snorted as he walked off, opting to dig amongst the rubble in place of arguing with the dragon he was trapped with.

".... You're right." She growled giving him a small glare as her foe lifted, and chucked a large section of wall to the side. He glanced over to her as she set to dressing in the rags he fashioned. "You're right about everything you've said... and thank you for..." she grumbled the end of it as she glanced back at him, their eyes meeting again. They hold each other's gaze, a familiar spark of conflicted emotions seemingly mimicking the thundering storm that the tower hid them from. He said nothing as he nodded, lifting a splintered beam and half carried, half dragged it towards her.

"I became a warrior to try to save people from that kind of thing." He said as he dropped the hunk of wood, "Since we're going to be stuck here, might as well get comfy and try to stay warm." He looked around for a moment before wandering towards his discarded shield. Zaylee watched him as she slowly moved into a sitting position, taking a deep breath before releasing a blue flame that strikes the beam. In an instant, the spot is consumed in flames, slowly whittling away at the old wood as the horse returns. He walks past the flame to about the middle of the beam, rising his shield high above his head before slamming it into the wood. Small chips fly as his dented shield is treated like an axe till he finally cuts it. Satisfied, he nods and drops the shield yet again, taking a knee to lift the non burning end onto his shoulder. Zaylee watches in silence, moving her tail around her as he approaches her. Dropping the log into the flames as he deposits himself besides her, facing the wall as she watched the flames.

"The Vanashian army won't send out a group to collect the dead or search for wounded until at least that storm passes..." she says softly. "But yours has been know to sweep a battlefield after almost every battle regardless the weather..."

"We preach that if our brothers and sisters gave their lives, the least we can do is get them their proper dues immediately." He nodded, "And it's not usual we keep prisoners..." he tilted his head to her, knowing where she going as it was one of the reasons the two nations were at war.

"I'm not going to allow myself to be made a slave... when your people come, I will fight them back and flee..." she turned to look at him, mouth opening to say more.

"I am one of the highest ranking members within the legions stationed here." He spoke before her, earning an annoyed look and her silence, "And one of the most respected. No one will try anything, and no one will stop you from leaving." He turned to face the stones as he laid back, relaxing in the small area. Zaylee looked wide eyed at Jasper, surprised at his words. The two sat in silence as they processed the events up to that point.

As the duo began to speak like civilized people, the respective leaders of their nation rode back into their camps. The armies gathered around, eager to hear of the decisions made by their rulers. Throughout the crowds, murmurs of disgust and hate were drowned out by mutual shouts of joy over one word... peace.

Over the next few hours, runners darted between the two sides, carrying request for one another as they slowly came together upon the defiled castle. The raging storm finally showing signs of weakening, as though the sudden excitement of peace after decades had calmed the very heavens. Slowly and as one, the two armies began the solemn duty of seeking out those who had died and the wounded. Neither side spoke as they slowly drew upon the remnants of the tower, under which their greatest warriors had surely perished.

Not a single soul noticed the smoke rising from the cracks and holes in the rubble, all much to sadden to look at the heart of the ruins shadowed from the storm. As the nation's circled, the few musicians from the Gramvannar nation began to play their song of passing, the regiment of elite warriors from Vanash stood proud and let loose a few sad war cries. The Kings of the two nations stepped forth, each flanking by their guards as they stood in the downpour.

"By my authority as King Nezimta VanBagget, I deem this spot to be where Jasper Titan-Shield may lay for eternity. May his soul and body know peace." The reptilian ruler of the Gramvannar nation roared, earning a fierce cry from his soldiers in agreement. The Vanashian King nodded, "Though her body belongs in the crypt of Gia, home to all of our lands most famous and decorated hero's," The avian ruler raised his feathered hands to the ruined tower, "I decree that she may remain here, so that she may continue her unfinished battle. May her sword guide her to Heaven's domain." his arms fell to his side, his army snapping to attention and banging their fist to their shields with their weapons. With both sides declaring that the ruins be the tomb, they begin to disperse, slowly starting to separate before a large crash is heard. Many of the warriors, even the bureaucrats and the King's turn to the ruins as a wall gives way. The air becomes still and tense apart from the slowly dieing rain, the clouds slowly starting to part and let free the light they kept hidden. The mountain is quiet as both the horse and dragoness arise from the gaping hole before the last of the tower collapses on what was once their hiding hole. For a beat the air is silent, only to be replaced with the monstrous roar of excitement and joy as the two nations that had just been trying to kill one another, swarmed their Champions.

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Five cycles of the four seasons was all it took for the two nations, the Kingdom of Gramvannar and the Kingdom of Vanash to come together and rebuild the ruined castle high up on the mountain where they declared the forty year long war over. Five years after the two Champions clashed upon the tower, spawning the tale of how their brutally brawl caused it to collapse, the leaders of the two nations and a small group of soldiers, merchants, and merry folk traveled to the finished castle. Both sides eager to greet one another and celebrate both the anniversary of the conflicts end, and the achievements that their alliance had brought forth to both lands.

Unbeknownst to themselves, both champions traveled with their respective countrymen, making small talk or scanning about instinctively.

Standing garbed in fresh, shining black steel armor, Zaylee found herself gazing up at the tower that stood where she and the warrior Jasper fought. Her feet came to a halt as some of the others continued past, oblivious to her as she was them. Slowly the dragoness' inches a hand up and places it on her breast plate, over her heart before shuddering. Tucked away under her armor, lay a small collection of letters from the horse, most just jest to her over who was the better fighter or idle comments about various task they've done. But directly under her hand, pressing against her armor, sat two letters that she felt deserved her to be here today.

On the opposite side, entering the same gate that he and his men brought down five years ago, Jasper was equally as silent as the dragoness. Upon his back hung a newer, still oversized shield that shaded the horse's neck from the sunlight. His chocolate brown eyes explored his surroundings, taking in each detail and replaying scenes from that night.... One in particular.

"Hey now~ don't get too distracted Lord Titan-Shield." a young horse stood besides the large warrior, a simple silver collar locked around her neck that seemed to complement her fine traveling dress. The larger man turned to face the black furred mare, whose face bore a smile as she watched him with chocolate browns that matched his wise and kind gaze.

"Oh hush sister, I'm not thinking about THAT." he sighed and looked back to the court yard. "And I swear Anna, if you call me anything but my name or brother again, I'll ask that bloody merchant to send you to the Camp." He grumbled, causing a laugh to escape his sibling as another male voice joined in.

"Lord Titan-Shield, I know that you'd never request that, and even if you did I wouldn't." The two horses turned, coming to face a human in a mix of leather armor and fine cloth. A single scar running from his forehead down his one green eye to the corner of his mouth, as he looked at them with mismatched eyes. "They couldn't afford to buy the sister of the great war hero, or even try knowing who she is." The man dipped his head, a hand moving to the brim of the mage's hat above his head. The mare gave a soft giggle and moved to stand besides him, placing a small kiss on his cheek as Anna took her place beside him. "And besides, with her term almost up, I would be furious at her if she signed for a longer one... again." His blue and green eye turned to the mare, a look of frustrated disgust thrown to her as she rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry I enjoy the benefits of being a Con-ave, but we weren't discussing that." Anna gave a dismissive wave, rendering the subject dropped. As both men open their mouths again, she pointed in the direction of the far side of the courtyard, "oh look, the Vanashians have arrived..." her voice trailed off as her eyes widen. Jasper turned around to face them, freezing as his eyes locked on to the golden dragoness in black armor, who stepped into sight just ahead of the heavily armed guards.

As her eyes meet his, she freezes and shudders as her heart skips. They both stand still as their respective rulers and the guards past them, glancing nervously at the champions as they meet in the center of the court yard. Both warriors stand numb to the world as their countrymen start the celebration and exchange nervous pleasantries. After what seemed to be an eternity, they moved. Both groups of people cleared from the courtyard as they watched, nervous that the duo would clash. Step by step, the air grew more and more tense, the few soldiers readying themselves to dive into a fray but fearful of the potential outcomes.

Finally the two meet within striking distance from one another, the mountain silent as though the near proximity of the two was enough to quiet the world. Blood reds locked with chocolate browns much like when they squared off the first time, lightning flashing in their gaze. Her hand slowly moved up, coming the center of her collarbone before thumping heavily into her steel. The horse dipped his head and moved his hand to cover his throat, palm open and fingers tight. They stand still for a breath before they clash those hands together, giving a strong shake before smiling and separating. As the two part ways the air returns to normal, after a unannounced wave of calm soothed everyone.