She is a flurry of thoughts, spewing out in quick succession as her body dances over the earth. This familiar feeling of adrenaline (maybe a dabble of fear) flooding through her with pain nipping her heels as she moves. Colt can feel it in her bones that she is rather weak compared to the stallion she's facing, she knows that he'll take her and break her. She can handle that. It's the pain of losing that worries her, the fear of being shamed for her failure. Ricochet would disown her for such a pathetic performance (honestly fuck him), laugh and spit in her face while she crumbled to pieces under the crushing pressure of shame. 

She feels her teeth slip into the fleshy thigh of her opponent, ivory sinking into ebony hide with the intent of taking and tearing. It's a moment of triumph for her, but it's short lived. Her grasp doesn't last as her face bounces off the thick left hip of the titan, her eyes widening as her grip loosens and her step falters from the hit. She stumbles and slows, short legs unable to keep her from falling forward (stupid fucking short, useless legs). Somewhere in the back of her mind a slew of curses is released as she pushes her weight too far to the front, leaving her catastrophically collapsing upon the earth. 

A streak of white sends Colt's senses into overdrive, snake. And one thing Colt knew was that snakes were venomous (why else would he have it? As a decorative noodle to dangle about?), and the last thing she needed was deadly toxins coursing through her veins. She barely has to think about it, her decision already made as she forcibly pulls her legs from under herself so that she stumbles and falls, sides heaving and sweat plastering her forelock to her brow. Her dun body tumbles along, leaving her just behind the Wildfire. Fuck fuck, get up you idiot, she urges herself to get up but the dirt and rocks clinging to her recent wound prevents her from moving. Colt begins to haul herself up, head rising as she struggles to stand. Her hind end is still against the sand before she lets out a rather horrendous squeal at the sight of the male's massive body pivoting, hind legs striking out. 

The force of the kick is enough to send Colt into a terrible coughing fit, her chest wailing at the forcible nature of Gaucho's strike as her blood drips down the curves of her breast. Her lungs scream from how solid and exact his hooves were, striking the center of her chest and leaving her winded. Surging forward, Colt raises the rest of her body, the muscles in her legs taught as she prepares to leap beyond Gaucho and fire yet another time. Close combat would never work for her, not with the brute strength her enemy holds. She releases her hind legs, springing away from Gaucho with her forelegs spread out to catch her as gravity pulls her inevitably downward. She leans to the right, encircling the stallion with her eyes trained on him. 

She feels the click of her safety, set and in place as she races along his right side, charcoal hooves striking the ground with purpose in her stride. She will not give up so easily, Colt will not go without a bang. She kicks out her back legs, feeling a rock launch into the air, a whizzing bullet is music to her ears as it flies towards its target. Her intention for was it to land in Gaucho's right eye, to pierce the flesh and leave him vulnerable to attacks. Colt is furious now, prepared to give it her all. She will not let this stallion ridicule her, she won't give her father the satisfaction of her loss (he may be dead but he's surely rolling in his grave at her piss poor performance).  

Colt's breathing is heavy, her sides heaving as her lungs struggle to grasp at the air she's lacking. Sweat is slipping down her neck, her physical exertion apparent in the slickness of her brass hide. She carries herself forward, glancing back to check up on her ebony attacker. Her steel eyes scan over the stag, assessing the situation she's been forced into. Colt takes it it, figuring out what would work best for her. That damn snake is an issue if Colt wants to do any serious damage, she can't risk getting bit because who knows what the venom will do to her (she could be dead in minutes). Gaucho's size and strength overpowers her own, but she barely does damage with her magic. Colt's wedged between a rock and a hard place with this, her (metaphorical) hands tied. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
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summary: Colt gets bashed in the head by Gaucho's hip and ends up tripping and falling, sort of forcing herself//letting herself fall when she sees Mara. She gets struck in the chest by Gaucho's hoof and loses her breath. She circles counter clockwise and uses her magic to shoot at Gaucho's right eye.  

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