With her heart racing in her chest, she charged forward, her hooves occasionally slip on the muddy ground. Yet as she charged her fear was shoved aside, her worries about this play lessoned, moving forward kept her in the moment. Arah met the tiger upon the ground, her eyes fixed upon the stripped back. The rise was powerful, her back legs sturdy and sure, mind focused. With the assistance of gravity, her hooves soar down through the air, they are aimed at Saffron's spine. Yet the creature moves quickly, her attack will no longer be the lethal assault she had hoped for. Missing the her mark anger's the normally placid mare; as a result her hooves crunch down on top of Saffron's ribs, the impact riveting up her legs, the shock numbing her mind and slowing her reaction to move and avoid the counter attack that must be coming her way. They had always fought back brutally in the past, it was their right and more than that, it was their natural instinct. She had felt the bones underneath her hooves, they were most definitely bruised, perhaps she had even broken one. An animalistic smirk crosses her face as her eyes continue to hone in on their target.

Hooves scramble for a solid stance upon the muddy ground and Wynter swoops down, talon poised for the tiger's ear. It remains firmly attached to the tiger's skull unfortunately, perhaps some damage was done through scratching, yet it was a bitter disappointment for both the doe and the griffin. Better luck next time! Wynter is eager to continue attacking the tiger but as planned she completes the swoop and soars out of the danger zone. Wings stretched out as soon as she has space, Wynter's flight is once again graceful. The stripped creature turns to face her once again, confidence laced each movement. Arah's own confidence has yet to falter. Saffron charges directly towards her, with a purposeful gaze lingering upon Arah, smiling the doe accepts the challenge. She wants the tiger to get close, she needs this for her next attack. With such little time to prepare the doe waits, she is patient and relaxed. Waiting until the last possible second Arah watches as Saffron moves closer...her prey is falling right into the trap; five...four...three...two...one...NOW! As the claws are extend towards her chest, the doe leans back, locking her back legs up. Next she swings her body around to the left, exposing her right shoulder. As the tiger's claws sink into her naked flesh and rip away at her shoulder, her scream pierces the air. As her right shoulder opens up her tears start to spill from her eyes, but it does not hinder her own counter attack. It was important to stay close but even more important to protect her chest.

It took a steely spirit not to put distance between them, her gaze traveled down in an attempt to capture Saffron's gaze. Her magic sparks to life inside of her, it climbs to her heart, curling around it with warmth. Golden orbs spark to life as her magic begins to flow through her blood, aimed towards Saffron. Through her magic she attempts to begin picking away at the other's mind, attempting to take control of the thoughts; capturing Saffron in the prison of her own mind. Her hymn is calm despite the pain that she'd currently in. "Forget why you're here...forget who I am...you no longer want to attack me...all is well...Wynter does not exist." As her voice floats through the air, eyes intent upon their target, the doe still does not back away from her opponent. Blood trails down the right leg, the crippling pain threatens to overwhelm her. While her voce and magic floats over to the stripped beast, Wynter is zeroing in on her target. The snowy creature has her talon's poised ready to sink into the creature's flesh. A strange darkness surrounds the claws on Wynter's feet, an ability Arah wasn't aware of? Swooping down the griffin has her claws aimed for the stripped shoulders, her intent rings through the bond. While the doe aims to keep the tiger's attention, the griffin will swoop in and begin to magically drain away Saffron's energy. Right leg occasionally buckling from the pain her shoulder is in; Arah does her best to keep Saffron's attention.

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