Colt spits, swearing and cussing as her hooves collide with the earth in an attempt to put distance between her and Gaucho. She had missed, knowing full well her last shot had been off as the stallion takes no hesitation in running for her. Now she had nowhere to go, no plan of attack, Colt was just running to avoid this man and give her time to think. It proved to be no use, as he started running almost immediately after she did (he had screamed a few things but Colt wasn't going to listen, she didn't want to listen to what this deformed beast had to say). Colt could feel it, her body knew it before she did, that she couldn't push on like this. Her lungs painfully haul in more air while her short legs rise and fall from the earth, leaving dust in her wake. Colt felt the earth's tremors beneath her as the larger man came barreling for her, her enthusiasm on fighting him diminishing as soon as she realized her failure was inevitable. This man was bred for war, trained for it by the looks of his scarred hide and gear. She is but a babe compared to him, her attacks foolishly light and unplanned. 

Her head turns on a swivel, steel eyes focusing in on the upcoming ebony warrior. His legs carry him swiftly, shortening the distance between them with ease. Colt can feel her body trembling and tensing as she races by his side, breathing uneven upon the brush of their skin. His right shoulder collides with her left, knocking her senseless and leaving her fumbling to catch herself. How sturdy the hit was brought a shiver to her spine, the slick muscle of the stallion's body crushing against her rather feeble frame. Feeling the rage rising in her at how fucking done she was with this utterly useless birdbrained man, she turns her head and snaps at the skin of his neck. She will cling on even with the fear triggered by the hissing of the warlord's companion welling up inside of her (she'll accept it's bite now, she would rather die than face the world after this poor excuse of a fight). Colt gives out jagged, labored breathes as she feels multiple sharp stabs to her upper neck upon collision, followed suit by a tearing of her flesh. She feels warm pools of blood dripping from the entry wounds, her ears flipped back as she grits her teeth in disgust for her failure. She feels the ebony's ivory teeth tear into her left ear, leaving it chewed up and distorted.

Worthless. 

The word (the voice sounds rather familiar... Ricochet?) is brought to the forefront of her mind as she accepts that she cannot win, that she's been brought down by something as disgusting as this. Her blood boils and her skin crawls at the idea of losing to the hands of a hybrid as cruelly built as this one, her pity extending ever so slightly to this rancid being. "I pity you," she murmurs hoarsely, spitting at the stallion's face in an act of rebellion. 

She may have lost this time, but she swears that eventually she will bring this man to his knees, and that those children witnessing his victory today will witness his death tomorrow. Colt grinds her teeth together at this promise, brows narrowed as she concentrates on the dark ahead of her. She kicks back her hind legs, aiming them towards the antlered brute's own hind legs in an attempt to bring the beast down. Colt lets out a rather hushed grunt as she pushes forward into the darkness of the night, wounds gaping and body sore from her failure. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
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summary: takes the hit from Gaucho, resulting in multiple stabs to her mid/upper neck from his collar, and she takes a bite to her ear. Colt tries to bite gaucho's (lower) neck  during the collision. she takes a moment before kicking out at his hind legs in hopes to make him fall.