Imhotep had never engaged in full on combat and the sand colored man was not ready for what would hit him. the wolf was well versed in the art of taking down and enemy and imhotep did all he could just to doge the swing from the males weapon. The silver sickle sword that imhotep used made an eyrie sound as it scraped against the others sword.
Imhotep smiled as she held onto the reigns of Isis. the mare held strong even though she was skid-dish from lack of training. The Male never thought he would ride her into war. Just as he felt his confidence growing the other rider's horse reared up with a mighty sound. The lager horse held more power then the small Arabian mare. His broad chest slammed into the mare as the male wolf swung at Imhotep causing him to attempt to dodge to no avail. A semi deep slash across his chest appeared as Imhotep landed on the ground.
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