Pain eradicates all higher thinking, dissolving his brain like a corrosive substance until all Kaj can hunger for and focus on is retribution. The babe is a foolish, inexperienced fighter, the king's bellow knocking through his brain so apparently it's almost worthy of sympathy. The babe has not yet learned to conceal his expressions. Kaj has lost the potential to rectify that, the pain of his wing a sizzling fire that burns his reasoning into shards. His breaths are heavy and pained with the bruising of his left ribs, but they explode from his nares like a real dragon's fiery exhales. Hot and enraged as he whirls towards the babe, who is frozen with fright like a startled rabbit beneath Kaj's looming shadow in the afternoon sun. Kaj's mind only recognizes this as prey. Dissolves into his fury, and lunges.

Resistance claws up his foreleg as the tips of his covers rake through the babe's skin, chewing through flesh as impact radiates up Kaj's hooves. The fire of his anger is hot, and his primitive mindset causes him to reach for his magic. Sizzling, electric. Summons it to his skin, faltering only as his lower jaw smashes into solid frame. Instinctively he clamps down as best he can, sickly pleased with the success. Even as he loses his prey to slim legs and faster frame, Kaj can only feel the encouragement this spreads. He will become the hunter, will trap the babe beneath his clawed paws and torture him, dangle him by the tail before eating him whole. Kaj will injure him as much as he can, teach him the severity of stripping a pegasus of flight.

Claws dig into soft earth, pursuit immediate as his successful lunge transfered to motion. Turning is his downfall. The tiny thing is too fast, and Kaj's control slips on his magic, exploding from his skin in a sizzle of electricity. It is unnoticed, consumes by the forefront of agony. A horn digs into his flank, deep and shredding as it rips towards his left hindquarter. Fear closes in. How can he be losing to such a talentless child? It is the dagger upon his brow that topples him from his throne, a torture device that makes Kaj think of Tonka's wicked, psychotic ways. Is it truly such a disadvantage to have no adornment? His heart palpates thickly, as if his blood is syrup. Kaj is Goliath, beneath the vapid sun. Felled by tiny David and his stone.

Ripping free, his left hind leg goes lame with the severity of the pain. Turning to the right is impossible with how he has forced his body to turn, even if Kaj wants only to flee from that pain. So he is hit squarely through the feathers of his wings with a lame kick, the weight and power lacking with how Kaj had wounded the babe. Already short of breath, the beast is left staggering, eyes dotted with black. No, he doesn't want this! He can't fall beneath a child's lucky blows and violent dagger! His people...he cannot return to them cowed and beaten by a mere colt.

Leaning heavily on his right side he made a desperate lunge towards the fleeing hindquarters, teeth bared towards the babe's injured side, aiming for his left flank. Feels his magic charge through his teeth, hoping to shoot the electricity through the babe's muscles. Desperate. Fearful.

Weak.

Wrote this on my phone so Caneo can at least advance <3 569~ words