Colt's eyes peer at the flaming stallion, his vibrant light against the now rather dark landscape leaving her unable to tell whether her bullet hit or not. In the conditions they were in she was sure there was going to be more faults on her behalf, leaving her at a disadvantage. The darker it got, the worse her chances would become. Gaucho was a beacon of flames against the night, meaning he would be brutally obvious but staring at him was like staring into the sun. 

Swearing in frustration, Colt swings back around to face the stallion and asses what to do. Fighting him at a closer range would give the stallion an advantage. Her eyes dart about his body, ears flung back and muscles taught as she surveys her options. Surrender was not one of them, Colt could not give up, she was not weak. She would not stoop so low as to draw up the white flag and let the stallion's ego expand. 

Colt shifts her gaze to... what was that? She squints, eyes screaming as she focuses on the blaring light of the stallion. From his form dance two rather large beasts, their figures lit with flames. Shit. Colt spins on her heels, frantic to get away from the fiery beings as her left hip sends a painful reminder of why she doesn't want to get burned (again). Her short legs carry her a small distance before she feels the heat of the magic against her hide. She sprints as fast as she can, feeling the singing of her leg hairs already (weren't there two?) 

A surprised screech escapes her lips as a light above her head triggers fear and panic, steel sights widening at the idea of this second flying beast descending upon her face. She ducks, feeling (talons?) upon her crest, the flowering of new wounds upon her slick flesh. It burns (quite literally), the sensation of flames licking down her neck forces an audible screech from her lips. She feels it eat away at her skin, leaving the skin along her neck sizzling and exposed. 

Colt feels her hind legs get swept up within the fires of the fire beast behind her (she'd almost forgotten about it too), the ends of her tail getting caught up within the flames as well. Her charred hair is no worry, the overwhelming pain of her legs being consumed by enraged flames keeping her mind alive with the need to survive. 

This kind of feeling, of running, her lungs crumbling against the over use, it takes her back. The feeling of her muscles being overworked, of straining against her will, tingling with the rush of adrenaline. It sends her into a spiral of nostalgia, running frantically with her father, late into the night of her youth. She remembers the many harsh hours of training, fleeing with the shades at her heels and her father lashing at her for her cowardice. The scarring along her body is from a mix of her failures and victories against the shades and her father. Colt hasn't reflected on her younger days in a long while She has forcibly pushed away those cold nights and Ricochet's insults, burying them where she would never find them (it seems this time they've found her). 

She misses a step, hooves tangling as she slams to the earth and rolls, the bear (so that's what it was) looming over her body. Colt feels the bear's flames lick against her croup as she struggles to get herself up. Her blood is pumping, her body is trembling and her gun is loaded. She refuses to let herself fall, she had an empire to build, a destiny to fulfill. 

Colt rises slowly, teeth grinding together as she finds her footing. She builds her momentum back up, racing forward into the dark. Her grey hooves thrum against the sand, kicking up dust and debris as she diverts from her original path, circling back in a clockwise direction. She hopes that her precious attack against Gaucho hit, because otherwise this attack is going to be obvious. She shifts her shoulders, now running at a more diagonal direction, her safety off. She's ready now, head craning as she squints to aim (his fiery wings are no aid). Her trigger clicks and releases, and the bullet flies. Colt's uncertain on whether or not it will hit the intended target, the stallion's neck the point of interest. She wanted to hit the all important artery, if her bullet had enough power. She was fed up now, feeling her body scream with each step as she lets her hind hoof settle back into the earth after her shot. Whether she makes it or misses is enough to get her heart pumping with a rather irrational excitement. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
800/800
3/4
summary: gets chased and burned by Gaucho's magic animals (didn't exactly know how to write that happening, hopefully the way i did was ok). circles around and aims a bullet at Gaucho's right side, hoping to pierce his neck 

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