"Okay, together. Really quick fighting tip... kick at their legs. I know it's a small target but if you can hurt their legs, they can't hurt you. Kick at their flanks, also. That place is very sensitive." Lion muttered, glaring down at the gathered horses. They would understand who he really was... and know not to mess with him again. Lion meant business.

"Got it. Kick at legs and flank." she repeated. she stood tall ready for the fight. A fight that the'll do together.

Lion stood, ready and waiting as night started to fall. He felt... young again. Very young. Prime time... and very angry time. Lion fought best when he was furious... so he was revving himself up now

As the colts got closer, Pride reared up and went back down in a threat. Her ears were pinned back. she looked fearsome. and crazy. deffinitaly crazy

Lion waited. Soon the colts were upon them. He lashed out with his legs, breaking colts legs here and there. Horses fell like dominoes, Lion paving through them... but they just kept coming. He got small injuries here and there, but he was getting tired. Lion aimed a kick at a colts ribs, hearing a crack as the colt went down. He glanced iver to see if Pride was okay...

Pride felt strong as she fought colt after colt. They came on her, and she knocked them out as easily as they came on her. Many came to her after seeing their friend go down with a defining crack. But, revenge was good for pride. When they fought for revenge, they don't think about their actions. So the colt would blindly run up to her in a rage, and she would just stand there then dance out of their way. Pride had chosen her spot perfectly so that when she danced out of the way they would hit a tree.

The tree line was just thick enough that pride had a large circled spot where all the colt would hit a tree or get knocked down by Pride's fast movements.

Lion just kept plowing through colts, even though he was starting to get tired. There were almost no colts left now, just a scattering of colts that ran away when Lion reared and bellowed at them.

After hours of fighting Pride felt, energized. Colts kept blindly running at her and she just kept barly dancing out of the way, and every so often, just to keep them coming she would kick an unsupecting colt.

Finally no more colts came. Lion stood, tired but not exhausted. He just... rested for a moment, his vision swirling.

Once the colts ran she stopped to look at her tired crush. He looked very tired.

"Hey! West!" she called.