Blizzard Wraiths [RAID!]

Only once his paws struck horseflesh did the weight of his foolhardiness sink in. This was a very big animal. He probably weighed less than its head. No, scratch that, he definitely weigh less than its head. Yikes. Welp, too late to back out now seeing as he was on it and all. Speaking of, he'd landed further back than he'd hoped, which wouldn't do as he suspected the beast could reach its back. To the shoulders! Armando was mid scamper when a strange light suddenly blared from in front of him. Weird. He had no time to ponder it at the beast was rearing up suddenly forcing Armando to take action lest he slide free like a baby seal over ice.

Armando made a desperate upwards leap in the hopes of reaching the horse's neck which saved him from the bulk of Taliesyn's grab. The horse's teeth caught the very end of Armando's puffy tail and though he was trying to be gentle, Armando's leap in the opposite direction ensured that the horse ended up with a mouthful of fur as countless strands were ripped free. The loss of hair and the feeling of a sudden stinging, bald patch was the worst Armando suffered from the attack. Unbeknownst to him he'd barely escaped getting flung.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Hopefully all these weeks of clean eating had made a dent in his flab because he needed to hustle. If he could just hook his claws in the skin of the horse's lower neck maybe he could army crawl his way up onto the head. To do what exactly he had no idea. Pet it? Brush its snarled hair? Pat its pointy ears? Ask it to submit? He'd just have to sort it out when he got there. If he got up there.

Armando versus Taliesyn for Dominance
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Other species
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked vest
Companion 1: Tufted Tit Mouse, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A