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Balboa laughed in mirth as he drank a glass of wine and offered some to the ladies here. Astrid politely declined but not before giving him a glower and sighed to herself.

The poor buck who was knocked out was carried off the field while the remaining six were pushing among each other to get the other to go face her. Some hapless buck was then pushed in front and he came stumbling forward shaking a hoof at his fellow guards.

He cleared his throat and stood before Hay Bale.
Hay Bale felt bad for the stallion, being pushed into the fight like that. So she quickly teleported forward and kissed him. After lacing her lips with enough sedatives to make anything twice his size fall asleep, of course.