Could it even be a possibility that they would cool off, given that of the two of them, one burned eternal? Whatever storms she might deliver, rain, lightning, or lust, he was a fire-starter; like a phoenix he would rise, again and again, to set them ablaze. His was the light that led them in the moments of darkness that pursued her brilliant, albeit brief, flashes of electricity. His was the heat that seared their hearts in the wake of her passion that moved in and out with the tides. Together they could never travel in the night and the cold.

To an outsider they might seem to share too much, destined to clash rather than melt and meld. She had thought so too, once. It's not so simple with them though. They were opposing forces in more ways than one, rivals rather than twins. Time and time again he matched her intensity with his fortitude, her change with his steadiness. He was the shore and she the sea, without either of whom the world couldn't be.

Then again, Gaucho was more than capable of fighting fire with fire. In fact he usually chose to fight with fire regardless of his opponent.

The flames were beautiful as they ignited with his down stroke, moving like molten water in the eddies of wind. Their light blossomed upon her dark hide, glinting along the patterns of her muscle, reflecting in her sweat that beaded out more under the warm onslaught. Ampere was afforded these moments of appreciation, because there was little else she could do; her body was already set on its path. Though her wings struggled to redirect the air, trying to scoop it back beneath her, tail fanned out to slow herself, body tensing in an attempt to retreat, she was powerless to physics.

Her movements did decelerate somewhat, while Gaucho's sped him up, causing him to drift away from her with little more than a pat on the ass (as if they were playing football and not love and war). Her failure, coupled with her scramble to reverse, caused her to fall rather than shove away from him. He gave her some spring, but the aim was ruined, the momentum lost and absorbed by him rather than returned. Her wings floundered, limbs uselessly kicking. There was nothing to find purchase on in this battlefield of sky however, so she was left to depend on the strength of her appendages and little else. Thankfully she was nearly religious with training, but even so she was not as strong as he was, her speed her savior.

Gnashing her teeth in frustration Ampere chose not to fight the wind, not needing another foe in this moment. So she relaxed and went with her fall, using the speed of her descent to swing into a glide on her outstretched wings. She didn't want to, but she also didn't have much choice given the wall of flame he left for her. As it was she barely avoided the oncoming inferno, her back fetlocks and tail carrying cinders as she dropped down and right, legs outstretched with phantom instinct to run. The nuggets of flame tore away her already burnt colored hide, exposing the flesh just beneath the hair. It burned cold when the wind snapped over it, and her singed tail smelled, but it was little more than an annoyance as she cut through the sky in pursuit.

Ampere was not fond of long distance battles. She usually kept close, relying on her agility and speed to land dozens of blows while her enemy managed one. This airborne tit for tat was draining. So much work to catch him, only to land meager swings. She didn't want to harm him necessarily, but she wanted to impress him - the time for gentle touches would come soon enough, now she needed to electrify him, otherwise he'd slip away from her again.

Grunting, Ampere followed his trail from below, swerving by whatever clouds she could find, pulling them to her in newly formed balls of static as she went. She'd given up on testing her speed against his, time to bring him to her.

Two lightning dragons were sent to him, their speed unrivaled given their pure energy and hollow mass. She intended them to fly in front of Gaucho, to drive him back, or slow him, unless he wanted to risk a burn of his own from their electrical bodies. Meanwhile she kept flying, trying to shoot up from beneath his left forehand, teeth prepared to grab at his face while forehooves unfurled to batter at his chest. Hopefully her dragons would distract him enough that he wouldn't notice until she was there.

Come on big boy, let's really fight.