Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

Rather than finding a way out of the confrontation, the whiskey-eyed yearling headed straight toward it — to Azon's surprise. A puff of air was forcibly pushed from his lungs by the collision and caused the brute's hind legs to skid backward in the mud. Even if the yearling wasn't as leggy as Azon, he still packed immense muscular strength (which was much more impactful because of Azon's current weight loss). Such subtle power was something you'd be more likely to see in an individual with previous training experience, rather than naturally occurring — it made the pale Pheonix wonder just how much training his sparring companion endured for his age — an impressive feat. Though he had much to learn anything about them in general.

Another surprise up ahead — the crane of Bronco's neck underneath him. The movements happened so fast that it would've been difficult to process. "Shit-" when the boy moved, the skin on his shoulder tented with the grip Azoniol had around it. Worried that he might've been pulling too hard and threatening to tear something, his grip loosened a bit. Yet as fast as he could separate his teeth, the impact of a blunt force on his lower jaw made Azon's head shoot backward. 

The connection of heads caused the prince to stumble back and lick his lips — the metallic taste of blood seething from the tongue he just bit. Though this small injury was nothing more than a scratch to Azon. He did tell this boy not to go easy on him, and he was satisfied with the result. So in turn, the white brute rammed towards him once more — this time trying to test his own strength rather than jaw power. His head lowered and rammed hard into Bronco's left side in an attempt to alter his balance.

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