Excited shivers shout through her pelt, muscles relaxing and contracting repeatedly. Allhallow was positively giddy with excitement, between the quickly fowling weather and the even more quickly approaching fight. It hadn't taken much to get either mare to agree; Allhallow had no tolerance for other alliances, and the silly fool was likely filled with illusions of grandeur, honor, and recognition by the new Wicked royals. Snorting at the mere thought - how laughable it was-, the mare gracefully made her way towards the agreed meeting place. Of course Allhallow would rather fight at Mt. Demonhead, but naturally the Wicked bitch would never set foot there.



At the very least, she better not be late. Punctuality was a virtue held in high regard by the halloween colored mare; judging by the position of the sun, she had a good while until it was time to fight, but better half an hour early than three minutes late, and all that. Enjoy the sight of all the dead plants which would soon be nothing but mulch devoured by the stronger plants.



Lazily trotting, Allhallow had time o' plenty to prepare, mentally going over her plan of action. While to an extent it would be an advantage, Allhallow hoped for the mare's sake that the silly creature didn't underestimate her. On the one hand, there'd be the advantage of surprise; on the other, she'd feel insulted. Then again, her opposition was a Wicked. So intelligence couldn't exactly be expected of the fool mare. Stopping a brief moment, she ducked her head to the stream which she'd stumbled across by chance. A second later her head was up, feet splashing against the water's stream while she crossed it. As much as Hallow was anticipating the battle (nothing quite as good as a decent fight), she held absolutely no intention of drawing it out any more than necessary; get in, get it done, get out. Attacks would be straight to the point- more or less. After all, Hallow did have that sneaky time to her. Dirt and grass beneath her feet faded to rocks which faded to sand. The sand then transformed, from a dull tan to a dark, vibrant red. Chills shot down her body, a euphoric feeling spreading from her core out to her head and toes. Adrenaline course through her veins in combination with every other sensation she was feeling, resulting in the mare having a high- the cold was kept at bay, despite the brisk temperature and her short coat. Anxious now, the mare pranced this way and that, numb to the stinging sand biting at her lower legs, kicked up by her feet.



Finally, after forever and a day (or at least it was such in the mare's mind), a figure appeared, getting closer with each ticking second. Snorting softly, Allhallow gave the mare a disdainful glance. Standing still, the mare's ears perked towards her opponent. "You're late." Her tone had an authoritative air around, a parent reprimanding a child. Snapping her tail, Allhallow reigned in her bursting energy, resisting the urge to lunge at the mare and rip her throat out. Instead, she smoothly made her way towards the mare, stopping when she was a neck's length away. Ears perking, she put on her sweetest expression, extending her nose towards the grey and purple horse (mindful of the sharp, pointy fangs); exhaling heavily, the only warning was Allhallow's body tensing a split second before using her back legs to propel herself forward, teeth reaching for any purchase they could get a hold of. While her intention was to grab a piece of her upper lip and rip it off, whatever Allhallow could grasp was fine with her; except air, of course, but that was always a possibility. If the following seconds procured anything short of the taste of flesh and blood between her teeth, the galaxy mare would be dreadfully disappointed. Maybe some slight body modification would wisen the mare up to her error, and then Allhallow could crush the mare like an insignificant bug.