The dance was splendid, the music of their bodies a whisper that pressed into the corner of her senses, a simple cadence to time her movement by; it seemed Crowley to was swept up in the sound, though perhaps it was only her dreamer's mind reaching to add more beauty to battle than there truly was, more importance to her own chiming figure, or perhaps it was only her desperation to see her horned kindred lounging about on diamond thrones in the wake of so many failures.

Even if they were wearing ludicrous purple hats.

The weaver spun away from her gnashing teeth, though not in enough time to completely avoid their assault; a satisfying solidity filled the gap between her straight front teeth, the shredding noise of fabric being undone meeting her pinned ears in delightful unison with the racket of her metal trinkets. As the connection between the two unicorns was severed by Crowley's movement, Illynx found her mouth unpleasantly full of the slick, violet cloth, her tongue violently trying to remove the object from it's soggy prison almost entirely against her will, her face moving from side to side as the remnants of her silk scarf bounced ludicrously about; almost as if in response to the jest supplied by Crowley, "Blegh!" erupted from her lips as the sodden fabric launched from her grasp and drifted mockingly to the ground, a look of surprise overcoming her once smiling face as she found hooves driving in towards her shoulder.

Rap-pap sang out flesh and keratin, the weaver's hooves having met her golden streaked right shoulder just above the elbow and about and inch from the fold of limb meeting barrel just as her hind hooves were returning to the grassy terrain from her failed buck at Talbot. Her indigo blouse flared out comically under the impact much like a hot air balloon over the shoulder and around her chest before giving way to the friction, the shredding noise of her own clothing being destroyed only an emotional pain compared to the very physical one now throbbing away in her muscle. Hard headed and battle hardened, the chocolate mynx failed to even notice that the flesh had been broken open in a partial crescent from the right hoof and oozed tiny pinpricks of blood that seeped into her top, staining the rich blue a morbid burgundy wherever it touched. Broad golden eyes narrowed as soon as she found complete purchase beneath her golden limbs, her breath having grown deeper in the swift flow of the battle thus far, adding an airy lilt to her feminine tones as she charged forward, hoping to run up alongside Crowley on his left side. "Your weaving tastes horrid," she giggled and chimed.

Aiming again for the already sundered left shoulder, the mare pulled her head to the left and then back right towards Crowley with a good bit of force, hoping to slap the length of her horn along the exposed skin; making no hesitations, her feminine features rise upwards as soon as she is sure the strike is complete, angling her crown so as to utilize her teeth rather than her blade. The golden mare aims a bite in the direction of the bared upper shoulder (he was too tall for her to grasp his withers so easily) or barrel, not truly wishing to ruin his shirt more than she already had but unwilling to adjust her tactic to keep his silly armor whole. Her skirts rushed over the top of the tall emerald grass and all about her hindquarters, the fringes on her right side surely touching the Weaver as she drove ahead. Maybe he's ticklish, happily ruminated the Lady, her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

[ 3/3 :: 643 words : Illynx takes a kick to the shoulder, then moves up hoping to become sorta parallel with Crowley, aiming a flat strike with her horn on his shoulder and following it up with a bite in the same general region.

Also.... TINY MAN TERROR.]