The Centaur charges forward his eye glarring wildly at Mike, as hoofs kick up clods of mud, tail flags high above amighty muscular rear, he is the epedemy of mass and force.
Mike is appaulled by what he sees rushing at his person. The moment of truth is now, he must act, defending his very self from a vicious attack.
He waits and stands his ground, allowing the Centaur to come very close.
The crowd applaudes and many scream thinking this fool horse is preferring death over even trying to defend his right to mate.
The ragging Centaur is just within a few feet from Mike when he opens his mouth as absolutely wide as he possibly could, reaching forward and toward the Centaur with the plan to bite.
The Centaur laughs at this fool trying to attack as if he were some brute stallion. He rears up high on his hind horse legs, pawing the air above Mike with his might forelegs, hoofs, and seemingly ready to drop and trounce upon Mike.
Mike sees his chance, whirling quickly, his two hind legs fly out and kick upward, slamming the Centaur in his massive groin.
The Centaur is caught off guard, he is blasted with two strong hoofs and legs with a slam to his heritage. He totters, feeling instantly whoosie, his own plans for attacking Mike fall apart as the pain and agony in his crotch flares, burns, and brings tears to glarring eyes.
Mike is still letting his equine instincts prevail and whirls again, turning, reaching and with his horse mouth open, he snaps at the Centaur.
Nashing heft teeth bite at the two black jewels hung and held in the Centaur's groin. As they bite down with the force equal to defend all his rights to live and mate as would a stallion, Mike turns working testicles into a red mashed mush.
The eye of the Centaur roll back into his head, he takes a deep breath in and his mighty body crumples to the ground.
Mike stands there with the blood of his attacker still dripping from his mouth and lips.
The wild rush of instinct has not come without some cost to the seemingly one who quickly won the contest. Flaring nostrils, eyes wide and wild, they show the whites as if Mike were ready to continue his attack and kill!
"Disqualified," is the statement from the judges, the attack upon the Centaur was brutal and bestial, but not a legal manner of defense.
Mike stands there before the Centaurs, horses, and a herd of willing mares, he feels suddenly vanquished of his heated feelings of to kill.
The crowd of onlookers too feel this display was totally bestial, not a proud response to the Centaur and his charging challange.
Mike now calms himself, turns to look at Ty; ashe seated as part of the crowd, is trying to sneak away.
Seeing this, Mike turns to go after Ty, as if to demand he return him to his human self or, help him gain his stallion reward.
Swords reach forth, blocking Mike from leaving the battlefield.
A larger than the rest, black colored Centaur comes from behind the lines of Centaurs and the like. His eyes seem meancing, he swings and is wielding a silver and ruby handled sword.
"You there, beast, come and recieve your proper winnings!" So demanded the huge Centaur.
Mike turned from wishing th chase after Ty, and comes to stand boldly before the mighty judge and Centaur.
The entire crowd calms and is silent as all await the crowning of one deemed less than proper for winning the contest.
The Centaur lowers his jeweled sword, letting it balance upon Mike's head, setting flatly between two twitching and nervous ears.
"I am dismayed at your bestial attack upon your worthy challanger, he is mortally wounded by your attack and we feel as I shall judge that this demands you be banished! Banished from here, a command you to be carried by the mighty winds to a place and land worthy of someone who acts like a wild beast." The black Centaur turns his sword to bear the shape blade at Mike's skull, there is a twinkle of stardust from the action, as instantly Mike is gone from sight.