Everything was fine and going exactly as planned. 

Until it wasn't.

She had been trying to ever so stealthily steal away a hide worn on the shoulders of some naive girl. Surely that little thing didn't deserve such a magnificent article, so Colt thought that maybe, just maybe she could snatch the pelt and run like a bandit in the night. It was unclasped, leading her to believe she could easily slip it off and race away like the wind. Perhaps she could've gotten away with it too if her breathing hadn't been so rapid, or her heart hadn't been beating so fast. Or maybe if that massive oaf had been born with poor eye sight.

The dun let out a startled gasp at the sight of a flaming bay titan barreling her way, swearing he'd probably popped at least three veins by the look of rage on his face. Colt stammers out a string of curses as she spins on her heels, desperate to flee from such a massive man (he probably eats small children for breakfast). It isn't that she doesn't want to fight, it's just that he looks like he's going to sit on her, and being someone's ass cushion does not sound like a life Colt wants. 

She turns her head, slowing for a brief moment while she strides away to see vibrant red fire. There was fire hurling towards her at threatening speed, and if Colt wanted to live through this, she had to haul ass away from the wall of fire. She'd rather not be fried extra crispy today, no thank you. So she bolted diagonally, veering to the left in hopes she'd make it in time to escape the flames. 

She spins around and feels hot screaming agony down her left hip, from hip bone to gaskin she felt the burning of her flesh as the flames licked away at her with an eagerness almost equivalent to hers when she first laid eyes on that stupid hide. He's screaming at her while her flesh sizzles and crackles, exposed tissue howling as loud as he was with a need for attention. The burns seared with pain as she moved her body, swinging her rump around as she set herself up, teeth grinding together as she held in a scream. 

Ready.
She cocks her left foot back with rapid speed, making sure beforehand to brush the hoof gently against the stone that stood before it. 

Aim. 
She turns her head, steel sights locked onto the target at hand. If she was lucky she could land a shot in his lower neck, closer to his breast. Her pain begins to ebb away into a need to fight, shallow breathes resulting in her heart rate slowly decreasing. 

Fire. 
The trigger is pulled, hoof swinging backwards in full force. She feels the stone leave the ground, her lips curling in a smirk at the satisfaction of firing her magic. Colt perks her ears to hear the bullet fly, giving a deep intake as she hopes that it's a direct hit. 

"Listen you feather-brained dim wit," she begins, striped brows knitting together as frustration burrows its way under her skin. "I'm not afraid of you." She spits, ears flat against her skull as she watches him lunge forward with terrifying purpose. He's big, fat and running with a cause, and Colt would rather not die today. Somewhere inside she swears for being such an idiot and thinking she could get the easy pass on this failure of a steal. She'd never gotten the easy pass before, no reason she would now. Her muscles tense with preparation for a hit, but she ushers herself to move along without hesitation in her step.

She turns her body in the few seconds she has left, looking back to watch the ebony blur get bigger and bigger until finally he was upon her. She couldn't decide what was scarier: him or his smell. She's about to bite the bullet and take his attack, feeling the swing of his right shoulder as it grazes her withers, mainly striking the left side of her neck. She feels like her throat just got smashed up, gasping at the impact of it. 

Colt's body shudders with adrenaline, her eyes widening when she realizes there's blood dripping down from behind her left ear, a wound from an unseen spiked collar leaving her surprised and rather frustrated. She slows herself down, still attempting to keep up with the stallion but barely able to on her stout legs. With ivory maw gaping, she takes a strike at the stallion's right thigh with the intent of grabbing and holding on for dear life. She would stubbornly attach herself like a leech to his well-muscled thigh, she was out for blood. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
@Gaucho (dunno if i should tag you with each reply, but please tag me ~<3)
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summary -- Colt attempts to run diagonally left away from the fire, but ends up getting her left hip burned. She fires her magic, aiming @ the center of Gaucho's breast/chest. when he lunges at her, she turns and runs alongside him before getting hit on her lower neck (left side). she ends up getting stabbed behind the ear by his bone collar before dropping her pace so that she can bite at his left thigh. 

**Must roll a 10 sided die for results of her magic attack (w/ 70% accuracy)