Ampere lends her ears to the sound of an approach, her eyes swift to follow. Her hopes are not disappointed, as Nyx's smooth voice marks herself as the fresh opponent. Ampere might have smiled then, more than ready to delve into the contest of their bodies, yet a frown creeps into place instead. "You intend to fight with him?" Ampere asks of the lion that stands beside the grey unicorn, her blue eyes sharp as they watch him. If her answer was anything but no then they might have to redefine friendly spar.

Too late for pleasantries though, as Nyx is on the move, and Ampere responds with her own motion. Grunting as hooves kick off the dried turf of the meadow, Ampere reaches out for electrical currents that exist in all things. They are like an orchestra singing to her with the humming of their energy, and so she plays on their strings, tugging them gently into the song of battle.

As the gap between her and Nyx closes, faster than she intended (for such a tall mare she expected her to be slower), Ampere jerks on the electrical cords that run through the dirt, the rocks, and the plants existing all around them, hoping to fling them up and into Nyx's face. It's not much, but a sudden storm of petals and pebbles heaved from the ground up would hopefully be enough to deter that horn that Nyx had so dead-set on Ampere's chest.

In that instant Nyx had swerved to the side, her horn just sweeping past Ampere's chest as she boldly charged in, teeth exposed beneath taut lips. Unsure if her magical potpourri would work or not, and reacting before what she assumed was an inevitable stab, Ampere had swerved to her right as well, balancing on the left wing she tossed out so that she could shy right. Her teeth then were aimed to strike once, twice, against Nyx's left side of her neck. Both of their feints gave enough distance to save the Mother of Companions from the stout and heavy ram of Nyx's shoulder. Similarly it was easy enough to breeze up and over the silver bullet. Yet the piercing accuracy of the obsidian blade, one which was already reaching for her feathered appendage, was not something Ampere could dodge.

A sound too similar to a squawk burst from Ampere's chest as she abruptly lurched back on her ass and leapt right, her left wing flapping and jerking against the sensation of being speared. Having already lifted the wing and intending to fold it in, the horn had snagged on the remnants of bone and tendon tying in the feathers to her elbow (essentially). Feathers were shorn away by the sharp point, and blood pours between the black and blue of the wind borne limb. They did break apart though, and gingerly Ampere folded it in, thankful that it still operated, even if it burned with an acute pain.

Snorting heavily, derived from the innate fear of losing the ability to fly, Ampere reassessed her opponent. War had to be her trade, of that Ampere was sure. She'd already lost her advantage at keeping the girl close by jerking away so strongly, meaning she'd have to face that horn again if she wanted to fight alongside it, which was the best course of action for limiting the long weapon. Perhaps Ampere could use some blades of her own though.

Picking up a trot from her stand still and brief recuperation Ampere set off, her body bowed in towards Nyx in an effort to be ready for whatever next assault came. Meanwhile Ampere's magic strummed on the electrical cords once more, but rather than meager foliage and dirt, she played on the hilts of her knives. One made of bone and one made of metal shot from their well hidden sheaths by her wing joints, directed by the hand of Ampere's magic, and flung onto the dirt while Ampere ran past. They smiled under the glint of the sun

"Get close and stay close," she told herself as she rounded upon Nyx, knowing it was not only safer, but easier. This sun would drain her faster than she realized, so Ampere couldn't afford to keep trotting around. Diving in on her left shoulder suddenly, Ampere charged towards Nyx, ideally coming up on her right side if the mare wasn't holding Ampere steady in her sights. The two daggers left behind leapt to life and were aimed, one above and one below, to cut shallowly into and past Nyx's opposite side that Ampere approached on.

At least the fight had done what she'd asked of it; she wasn't thinking about her hunger any more.