Menace's three buddies leaped forward at Wither and Duke, but they were ready. Wither reared and brought her hooves down upon the side of one of the stallion and quickly kicked out as another tried to attack her from behind. The two stallions on her were strong though and didn't seem very fazed at her attacks. One of them slashed at her shoulder with his sharp hoof, cutting a large gash into her copper skin. She winced at the pain before leaping at the horse and locking her teeth around his neck. The stallion's eyes went wide and shook his neck, which only made the scar worst. Wither then quickly let go and leaped out of the way as the other stallion tried to ram into her, but since she had moved the two stallions knocked into each other. -Idiots- she thinks and prepares for the two to attack again.

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Duke charged forward at the third stallion and the two met head on. Duke's broad shoulder rammed into the opposing stallion's and the two shoved one another. Soon the other stallion made a small mistake, trying to paw at Duke, and Duke gave him a hard shove and knocked him to the ground. He then gave the stallion a small but still strong kick as a way to tell him to stay down.

Menace stayed on the ground, panting. "Fine... you win... - for now,.." he gasped, pain showing in his eyes. He struggled Tim his feet, dragging himself out the door half limping. "I will get you... Wild West.. and I will... get your... small ... friends..." Menace growled before gesturing towards the three other stallion, who also limped out.

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West glared at Menace's back till he was actually gone.... then visibly collapsed. He didn't fall on the ground but he sank down, his head dropped, and he let out a giant sigh of air. Once the fight was over the wounds Menace inflicted were starting to hurt... but he looked over to Wither and Duke. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly... almost if he was trying to hide a ... weakness, or unhappiness in his voice

Duke let the stallion he had pinned go and watched as the group limped off. Wither on the other hand glared at the two as they left and was breathing heavily. Her legs quivered underneath her and her ears were leaned back some. Blood ran down her legs and pelt from the wounds she had gained from fighting the two stallions. Wither then went over to West as he collapsed to the ground and nodded some. "I'll be fine," she says as Duke goes to find them herbs for their wounds, "how are you?" She could easily see all of the wounds on his body but wanted to see how he actually felt.

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Duke soon returned to them and waited for Wither to lay down before beginning to pass out the herbs. Duke seemed to be almost untouched from his fight other than a small cut on his chest. Other than that he was unharmed and just felt bruised from his shoving match with the other stallion. "So," he says as he treats West's wounds first, seeing that he seemed to be in worst condition, "do you think they will be returning any time soon?"

"I... I just can't believe he found me... and assuaged you and Duke.." West trailed off, hurt showing in his eyes. It was enough for Menace to hate him... he didn't have to go after West's friends, too. West only had so many wounds because he was still recovering from the fall into the pit... and he was in shock as he fought Menace. "I'll Be fine... I am kind of sad I didn't fight harder though... now you have to waste herbs on me." He made a face, looking at Wither. "Are you okay? I know you say you are... but to me you look more hurt than you will admit." He said slowly, stretching his neck before heaving himself back to his feet and shaking. A couple blood droplets splattered... but nothing serious. He then turns his gaze to Duke. "... possibly. You never know with Menace... but I have a bad feeling they will. If they do... I don't want you two getting involved. Please don't argue.. I just don't want you getting hurt again." West said quietly, looking back at his wounds and determining they really weren't that bad. Menace and his gang must have way worse wounds anyway...

Wither listened quietly as West spoke and nodded some. Duke walked away from West, seeing that he had tended too most of his wounds, and began to tend to Wither's. "It's nothing too serious," she assured West, "nothing that Duke can't handle anyway." Duke nodded some at Wither's statement and mutters, "You're lucky I learned a thing or two from the healer back in our herd. If not then I would say rub some dirt in it and suck it up." Wither rolled her eyes at Duke before looking towards West as he stood near them. "Alright we won't get involved," she says, "but if you can't fight any more or you are obviously loosing then we won't hesitate to step in. Neither of us want to see you dying any time soon."

(Sorry it's kind of short ;-; )

(That's fine... mine are usually short lol)

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West nodded, chuckling at Duke's comment. "What? You say that isn't the right way to do it? Oh boy.. that's what I always did." He teased, flicking his tail and glancing out the cave entrance. The storm was growing stronger, Howling among the crevices. "Thank you... and you haven't actually seen me fight. I'm nit GOING to die anytime soon... and Menace and his three idiots haven't seen me actually fight yet, either. Back there I was hesitant... you don't have to worry about ME fighting." West snorted, turning and walking over to the water. He took a refreshing drink, shaking his mane and gazing out the cave entrance.

Wither nodded some as West said that he still had more to show in his fighting skills. She then watched as he walked away and looked at Duke. "How much longer until you are done," she asks him. "How much longer until you two become a thing," Duke asks in return jokingly. Wither wiped her head around and glared at him. He chuckled lightly, "What? I can tell you two would make a good couple. You're both stubborn and seem to get along well." "We have only known each other for a few days dummy," she mutters to him.

West faintly heard the brother and sister's conversation... ad he felt his face heat up. -well... we have known each other for a couple weeks, but a couple says works too- West thought with a grimace. He knew Duke would probably stop talking about it if he came back... so to put Wither out of her misery he slowly walked back. He cleared his throat... a bit awkwardly. "How about we play charades?" He offered quietly, knowing that probably sounded stupid... but not caring. He just wanted to take Duke's mind off.. that.

Wither looked up at West as he walked back over and worried that he had heard them. -Maybe he didn't though- she thinks -the storm is quite loud so maybe he didn't hear us.- She nodded some at West's suggestion to play the game, "Sure. It's not like we have anything else to do." Duke finished up tending to Wither's wounds and nodded, "Yeah charades doesn't sound bad. Who goes first?"

West was about to say Wither could go first... then changed his mind, realizing Duke would probably find a way to tease her about it. "You can go first, Duke." He said quietly, sidestepping so he stood a couple feet away from Wither, but facing the same direction as her. He watched Duke, ready for what he was goin to do