Broiling projectiles silently whizzed out, piercing accurately into the armour of a direhorse; causing light yellow bodily fluid to splash out. Under normal circumstances, this timid horse would immediately take off. Yet during matting while it beared the painful torment, it swung its hateful gaze over. Raising its tremendous solid hoofs, it broke into a frenzied charge towards here!
Immersed in copulating, the pack of direhorse was now a chaotic mess. The foul fishy smell pervaded the air and assailed their nostrils. Female direhorses excitedly dug deeper into the soil, awaiting the duelling victor of the incessantly colliding stallions. Thus, such a wildly furious and deserting direhorse behavior went completely unnoticed.
