The auburn stallion remains still as this alabaster fae leans forward and bites him upon the shoulder. He doesn't flinch, but stands still, allowing some what of a placid nature to take over. The boar stands tall, not listening to the words that the mare spoke.

The stallion nods to Shazaam before moving away from the chrome one. This fight was not gonig to get anywhere now. He didn't care what she did. Even as his shoulder began to disperse red blood that slowly trickled down his leg and onto the ground, forming a small puddle beneath his hoo.