Kari wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he did want to help the nice old turtle and the egg he was protecting. Whether he would end up taking care of the unhatched something didn't really matter; he had been asked to do something and so he would do his best - after all, if he couldn't even do this, how was he supposed to save his mom?

Slightly bewildered as the group of horses scattered in all directions, the colt chanced on following two young mares that headed off towards the west. Falling helplessly behind on short legs and downy wings, he alternated between running over snow-covered plains and gliding over barren treetops whenever he could find a rock or hill tall enough to let him jump from it. His own lacking skill when it came to flying was annoying; Shadow would have frowned if she saw him tumble on and off in the hard winter winds, clicked her tongue in annoyance and disgust at the break-neck landings...

When the boy finally caught up with the fillies he was more than a little winded, and as he clambered over the crest of snowy dunes to look down on the battle below he just had to take a moment to catch his breath. Shuddering from the cold, salty breeze and the sight of the disgusting black things that oozed down on the beach, he felt a sinking feeling in the stomach as he saw the black and red girl attack with sizzling lightning that left blinding white dots dancing behind the eyelids - he didn't have a magic like that! All he could do was see the past, and there was no way he would touch one of those slimy things. No way! He was too small to beat them with his hooves, and.. and.. they were scary.

A deep staccato breath brought lips into a tremble, disappointment in himself and in the task fighting with the strong desire to run away and an even stronger urge to run down there and help the two others. Tears burned behind sooty lids as he blinked, tail coiling indecisively around a leg...

If you can't win with your body alone, use your head. There are more ways to fight than with brute strength...

The voice surfaced through layers of thought like a whisper, sounding so real with that dry, gruff tone that Kari spun around, wide eyed and jubilant to see where the black mare was standing, where she had come from, how she was doing... But as his gaze was met with only white expanses fading away into forested hills, he realized that it had been nothing but a memory. Something Shadow had said one time, on a topic quite different than the situation he was facing. Still, the words rang true and they gave him hope - and with hope came courage.

Furrowing the childish brow in deep thought, Kari finally slipped down from the dune and meandered through the snow until he felt the ground change character beneath his feet. Keeping well enough distance to the battle so that he wouldn't be dragged into it, he started scraping away the cold white layer with eager hooves, digging down deep and fast until he reached the sand and gravel. Hacking and pounding away at it until he managed to free enough of the grains, he paused and tried to think back to that time in the cave with the red girl, how the sand on the ground there had done amazing things as he moved through the dark cavern.

Gritting his teeth with intense focus he stared at the sand, willing it to move; gradually, with increasing speed as the boy began to get a hang of it the grains started to lump together, drawn and shifted by an invisible force. He guided the sand into the air and stole a glance around the area. Not too far away a black glob was chasing after a crab, a slow chase that Kari was determined to end. Sweating profusely under the strain of maintaining focus on the task, he brought the sand orb through the air and over to the little monster, sure to keep a good distance between himself and the sticky black substance. When he believed himself close enough the hybrid sucked in breath through his teeth, squinted the eyes and quickly changed the shape of the sand to several sharp, long needles - not unlike the spines of a hedgehog. Then he thrust them downwards, scattering a rain of death down upon the disgusting ooze.

He wasn't sure that it worked. Was sand going to be enough to get rid of these slime balls, or should he just have stood back and let the lightning ladies do the work? The very thought was so horrible that it gave him more energy. With a glitter of excitement to the blue eyes the colt rand back to his hole to gather more sand, determined to continue the process of taking on even more stinking darklings. It was actually kind of fun! Not to mention that he enjoyed this new trick he had discovered; this was way better than looking at past memories, way cooler!

ooc: Kari use polarized sand, forming needles that he try to stab the tar creatures with. Hope it works! :D


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