Nyx was fast, but so was Ampere, and a charge was obvious. All it required to escape was one less stride, an extra oomph from her beautiful ass, and Ampere was aloft without a nick from that deadly horn. Unfortunately the same could not be said for Nyx's next attack. Sometimes speed doesn't mean a damn when you're airborne and have only your strength to rely on since there's nothing to push off of (her ass was sadly wasted in the sky... except maybe this time). Needing her shit to hit the mare, Ampere had to get closer for better accuracy, and that landed her right in prime pin-cushion territory. Maybe she had been hoping the shock of it would have rendered Nyx motionless, or maybe she hadn't been thinking that far ahead.

Whatever was the cause, the end result HURT.

Ampere has been stabbed a time or two in her lifetime, and probably will be a couple times more, especially if she wasn't wary enough of them. Every time, every damn fucking time, it hurt more than anything she could remember (except maybe when her love burnt half of her body). Even if it didn't go deep, like this time, even if it was a smooth spear, unlike this time, it tore so well and plunged so quickly, that the body immediately responded with agony.

Ampere shouted out "FUCKING BITCH," to keep herself from crying out with a girly squeal as the black spire needled its way into her left stifle region. The meat tore, especially with the little twist Nyx's horn boasted, and it bled happily down her leg like a red sash. Even if it wasn't particularly deep, the area was sensitive, and it would definitely make walking more difficult, much less landing. In response, stupid response thanks to instinct, Ampere kicked out with a powerful buck. It was blind and reactionary and just shitty though, so it probably didn't even come anywhere close to Nyx, although she would have gotten great satisfaction if she managed to clock the bitch's dome.

All of that threw Ampere off course, and unsteadily she went down. She hadn't been planning on staying airborne much longer, because it was even more exertion on an already thinned body, one which continued to sweat profusely under the heat, and one which was threatening to cramp with the little fasting experiment Ampere had opted for. She landed hard, favoring her left hind, but her wings flared for balance, which pulled taut the injury she had sustained early. She winced, but thankfully the ground was forgiving, if a bit dusty this time of year.

Ampere whirled, anger carrying her through the minimal hurt. The dust obscured her view of Nyx briefly, but Ampere suspected she was still nearby, likely shaking off her shit. She would have grinned, if not for all of Nyx's nonsense she spouted off. Ears slicked back into her mane as Ampere regarded her silver foe, hating her more with each syllable. "He has no life with you!" she bellowed out as her body leapt forward, balking as bucks fired off at random. Stopping hard hurt her stifle more, and her breaths came fast and ragged as her endurance was reaching its limit in these strained conditions. So Ampere settled with gathering her rage into her magic, and blasting it out towards Nyx in an attempt to fling her away, maybe even push her into some remnants of shit. The electricity that governed Nyx's impulses sang to Ampere, and eagerly her magic reached out for them, attempting to control them. It'd be easy to repel that electricity and shove Nyx away from her, or make one of her legs buckle, forcing her to the ground and the dung where she belonged.

"He is a slave to you, and you have the audacity to think that is a good life?" Ampere sneered, feeling her rage ebb into weariness as her hurt and her hunger caught up with her. Damnit, she wanted to pummel this girl, but she'd be fighting uphill at this rate. "Stay in the shit were you belong, bonded."

With that Ampere turned to stalk off, ready to zap her ass if she tried to pursue.