Stomping his hoof twice, Mike signaled he wanted to be a centaur again. Instantly the world around him dimmed and flickered, suddenly he found himself in a coliseum. Across from him was another huge Centaur stallion with a wild angerly look on his face. While all around Centaurs watched and cheered! "You will fight until one of you is bested, surrenders or is unconcious." The announcer explained. "The winner will be the breeder, loser will be gelded and serve the winner and his mares as slave." "On the count of three attack... One... Two..." Mike looked around terrified, had he heard right? Where was the others... suddenly he spotted a smiling Ty in the stands. 'Oh fuck this was for real!'
"Three!"