Cooperation

Tiny eddies of wind swirled across the battlefield, scattering burnt grass and broken shards of ice. A hush fell over the battered ground as both pairs of combatants stared one another down, their labored breathing echoing in the near-silence. 

The tense moment stretched on until finally, the Fire War Horse snorted and stomped the ground, igniting the turf beneath its hooves.

Little White's keen senses picked up on a sudden shift in the horses' auras, and his silver fur bristled with alarm. 

"They're planning something big." His voice wavered slightly in the mental link he shared with Frostfang.

Frostfang gave a curt nod, reading the swirling magical energy coalescing around the War Horses. Their eyes now shone with a fierce glow, and embers of bright green fused with blazing crimson across their bodies. "This must be their ultimate techniques," Frostfang muttered. "Stay on guard."