It was a sickening feeling, the way my horn sank into the demon god's flesh. I could feel the resistance for just a second then the way his flesh just gave and my horn slid through doing more damage than I was even aware of. But I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that I had jumped into a fight. That I was successful and had stabbed a god. 

Over the roar of the battle all around me, the screams, the curses, the shouts, I could hear an ungodly screech. I glanced to my left, my head turning as much as I could since my horn was still stuck in the bear's leg. And... she was coming at me fast just... just screeching and looking crazed and angry and at first I thought maybe it only looked like she was coming after me. Maybe she was really going for the bear, but when her hooves came up I could feel sheer terror wrap its fist around my heart and lungs and just start squeezing and I was sure that would kill me before she could.

I guess it was instinct that made me lift my wing to shield my head from her hooves, but doing that made my wing take the brunt of her attack. It was forced down to the ground in so violent a manner that it actually jerked my whole body down with  it. My horn was torn free of the bear's leg and my own legs were pulled from under me because of the way my wing was thrust toward the ground. And when I hit the ground I... I swear I felt something in it pop! I swear there was a snap! and a rip! And it hurt so bad that I couldn't hold back the horrified scream that ripped its way from my throat and past my lips.

My wing!

I owe the guy that showed up and stabbed the girl that attacked me because laying where I was on the ground I could see the next attack coming and I was so vulnerable. I wouldn't be able to stop it. But this big guy stabbed the mare that attacked me and I took the chance to scramble up from the ground, groaning in agony as I ripped my hurt wing from under her hooves. I couldn't tell you how many golden feathers I left on the ground where I had been laying, but there was a big enough gap in my ruined wing.

Once I was standing again the terror that had gripped me melted away and it was replaced by this burning anger, this rage that I hadn't experienced before. My left wing hung limp by my side, completely useless, as I turned on the girl that had attacked me. I had this unprecedented desire for revenge that was burning like hot coals in my belly. All I was trying to do was defend our damn home from a god that was little more than a demon and she attacked me. 

Screw the bear. There were enough others to attack him and take care of him.

I wanted her.

So I lunged for her, doing my best to steer clear of the big guy that had stabbed her as I tried to stab her myself. Payback. The big guy with the beard got her shoulder and elbow so I aimed for her neck and just hoped that my aim would strike true and he wouldn't get in my way.

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tries to stab amara in the neck.