And they both sprang away, ready for the next clash.
The grey mare who had run so gallantly at the hip of the leader now approached and stood close by with pricking ears.

Alcatraz bared his teeth as he glanced aside at her.

No doubt if he were knocked sprawling she would rush in to help her lord and master finish the enemy.

That gave Alcatraz a second problem--to fight the stallion without turning his back on the treacherous mare.
Before he could plan his next move the black was at him again.

This time they reared together, met with a clash of teeth and rapid beat of hoofs, and parted on equal terms.