Sleepy Fox Hollow piltover

colosseum hardly flinched at the sting of the other stallion’s advance—a mere graze along his barrel, nothing more than an insult to his pride. his ears flattened against his thick neck, and the mighty stallion surged forward, his massive frame coiling like a spring.

when the time came, he unleashed it—a precise and devastating kick aimed with perfect instinct. his powerful hind legs aimed to strike the challenger’s jaw with a bone-shaking thud, a move as calculated as it was brutal

colosseum pivoted, his hooves digging into the ground as he rounded on his opponent. his nostrils flared wide, every breath hot and furious, and his mane whipped in the wind as he towered with an undeniable authority. the tension rippled through his muscles, a tangible warning that he was far from done.

y'call that a challenge? his snort carried a wordless, mocking disdain. his broad chest heaved, but his posture remained steady, solid as a mountain. dominance rolled off him like thunder as he eyed the other stallion coldly, ready for whatever feeble retaliation might come next.