The silver knight drew open the gate and Mike trots in, instantly the old stallion. Screamed and reared up on to his hind leg's, without even thinking about it. Mike response in kind, the animal part of his mind taking over. The two stallion persade forwords colliding with one another. And the fight is on, chest to chest they prance and paw. Huge hooves strike and pound, they're long neck's intwining as they bite at one another.
They struggle back and forth minutes..hours...they can not tell. Backing apart, then up again on hind leg's flailing and struggling. At last the old stallion stumbles, weather from exhaustion or just a stone rolling under his hoove. Mike can not tell, yet his left hind leg slips out from under him. And down he goes, squealing and panting. Standing over the weakly struggling stallion Mike looks down at his valant foe. What was he to do....