Prince. "It's your position."

"Never," He returned, rearing up and bringing his head down to attack again. Trar aimed a blow at his throat but hit his side, slicing open the Great Prince's side. He made a noise of pain, but reared his head and slashed at Trar's head, catching him in the eye. There was a choke of pain and Trar swung his head around to hit the Prince's neck.

Silent deer watched in terror and tension as the battle raged on, seeming endless. The Prince was strong, clearly, and this was obviously why does seemed interested in him - no fights because no buck dared go near him.

But no buck dared go near Trar either - and their suspicions and fears were clearly founded. These two feirce deer had quickly gone from a rutting battle to a vicious fight to the death. The Prince, honorable as he could be, was clearly now looking to gore his competitor, not wanting this monstrous cervine to be the new Prince.

As they watched, it became clear to Ronno that something was different about Trar's antlers - the wounds he inflicted were deeper and bled more heavily than those of the great Prince. The prince reared up and kicked Trar's head, flinging him to the ground. The Great prince reared again, but Trar rolled onto his feet and stabbed at his enemy's stomach. The Prince fell, making a pained noise. Trar approached slowly, baring his teeth and looking at his crippled enemy. "I am the Lord of this herd now," he sneered. Trar reared up, bringing his weight down on the Prince.

He would not stand again.