Dominus, hissing from his failed attack, returns to all fours, crouched low and dangerous. Nyx's nostrils gape as she drags in tight breaths, sweat drenching her body to lend her silver fur an eerie shimmer. She hasn't done a massive amount of moving in this fight yet the merciless heat has sapped her energy. She is the storm, after all; majestic and deadly, but shortlived. Whatever breeds make up her mongrel heritage, endurance isn't her strong point, especially not in this scorching sunshine. But there is still a fight to finish, and the second Nyx's attack fails to hit, she swings her heaving body around to watch every movement. She can rest later.

Expletives bleed from the winged one's mouth, and Nyx winces. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she remarks, still baffled as to the change in her foe. Nyx knows she cannot just stand here and allow herself to be launched at by her enraged opponent; she must press on, try to gain the advantage. Ampere's anger will give her strength, adrenaline, pain relief, whereas Nyx is sweaty, tired and confused. So she steels her resolve and charges towards Ampere, hooves easily finding purchase on the hard ground as she launches herself.

But before she can reach her foe, the pegasus rises, phoenixlike. Now it's Nyx's turn to swear, because once the glorified pigeon is in the air, it'll be nearly impossible to hit. Because of Nyx's charge, though, Ampere takes off just in front of her, and the silver soldier knows she must try and do damage now, before the mare soars out of her reach. Braking and throwing her weight to her hindquarters Nyx lifts her front end off the ground, her horn jousting powerfully upwards. There is little hope of hitting Ampere's underbelly, she's too high up for that, but the ironheart hopes her horn will gash into the pegasi's left fetlock as it whizzes past her head.

Too late, the grey realises Ampere's exaggerated ascension was a facade, a cover for her true intentions. An electric lion slams towards her right side, and there's nothing Nyx can do. Dominus bellows his rage and dives towards the offending creature, but he's too bulky, too slow, too far away. Nyx's shrill whinny pierces the air, backpedalling on her hindlegs and trying to bring her front hooves slamming down on the blue creature. The lion clips the underside of her right midsection, scorching a painful burn where it touches and sending livid pain through the her abdomen. Then it disappears, and her hooves crash into nothingness.

She snatches at her balance, just managing to stay on all fours. The hairs on the injured area are blackened and the skin underneath stings, and finally Nyx allows the storm to flow through her. Anger, pain, fear; they combine into a heady mixture as she wheels around to look for Ampere. Dizzily she hunts for her foe, but hears only a mocking voice and - oh, you've got to be kidding me.

A series of warm, wet thuds on her back. A familiar smell.

Oh no you diiiiii-dn't.

She'd been right, pegasi are glorified pigeons. "How classy, you shitty-arsed blue whore!" she bellows, her ears slicked back as she rears and blindly lunges upwards with her horn again. Fuck knows how high Ampere is when she drops her pegasus-bombs, but Nyx hopes her horn will manage to smack a hindleg at least. Frustrated, flustered and covered in Ampere's last lunch, the ironheart hungers to stab into warm flesh and kick into sweet muscle, to crush her opponent into the ground - but she can't, not when the feather-faced-fucker is up in the air like a goddamn kite. "How dare you judge what kind of life I give Dominus! He is everything to me, and hell will freeze over before I let anything happen to him! Your attack makes sense - you're full of shit!" Dominus roars his approval, their interlocked minds touching, caressing. He is as frustrated as she; he wants to sink claws and teeth into the blue one, to rip and slaughter.

Returning her forefeet to the ground, Nyx seeks to swing around, her muscled hindquarters bulking as she kicks her back legs out one, two, three times. Chances are there's nothing to kick at, but she hopes Ampere may swoop past again for another attack - hopes the blue will fly close enough for Nyx's pumping hooves to kick some sense into her.

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Summary: Tries to stab Ampere in the left hindleg as she takes off, then tries to stab her anywhere as she does her poop-dust. Kicks out with back legs in the hope Ampere is somewhere close.


@[Ampere]