The roar that rips from the stallion's jaws is demonic, a bestial bellow of rage that damn near shakes the ground in front of them. Like a slippery little eel, the unicorn slides from Volterra's grasp again, inexplicably avoiding damage for the second time in a row.

It's like he's fucking cursed. Either that, or this man has been mounting one of the Gods - what other reason can there possibly be for everything to favour him and not Volterra?

All his fight training, all his bulbous muscle and fierce warrior's mind, mean sweet fuck all when your opponent is part horse, part fish. In none of the behemoth's practice battles, his spars against unwitting rogues, did this happen. It's as though the unicorn has a forcefield around himself which cannot be penetrated by any means, and Volterra's fragile temper snaps completely. His ears lose themselves in the thrashing strands of his mane, foam swinging from his gaping jaws as he lands fully in the aftermath of his previous attack. He boosts just a single step forwards before digging his hooves into the mire and wheeling around to try and face Ciceron, his turn aided by the slippy surface below. He is living fire as he stands there, each hard muscle bunched to its fullest extent, neck arched and eyes flashing, exuding power, exuding anger.

Even ice doesn't fell the grey bastard, and Vérzés wheels back into the sky with a scream of fury. The tigress' poison jaws fall wide of their mark as he spirals upwards with a contemptous flick of his tail, circling the battlefield for a moment and lending his sight to Volterra's. Through his dragon's eyes as well as his own, the black goliath sees Ciceron avoid the ice and turn towards him - and then the ground begins to shake. Confusion flashes across the giant's features, but he stands his ground even as it vibrates below him. He faces Ciceron head-on, unafraid - unlike some, no part of the demon shies from a potential hit. He can take his beatings with his head held high, but there's little use in that when his opponent will do anything to avoid pain.

The incessant throbbing of the ground distracts him enough for the unicorn's horn to slice against the centre of his chest, drawing a medium-depth laceration into the hard, sweating black flesh. With another powerful bellow, the stallion summons his magic again, this time aiming to create a large plateau directly beneath the grey's back hooves. He hopes to cause the unicorn to lurch awkwardly forwards, because surely even he, oh-magic-ninja, cannot forsee that? Unless he has eyeballs in his back feet, which admittedly wouldn't surprise the ebony colossus at this point.

Simultaneously to this, the black behemoth summons his final vestiges of strength and throws his weight onto his back hooves. He lifts into a rear, thrashing his front hooves in an attempt to smack them into Ciceron's head. Given the unicorn's smaller size, the beast is aiming downwards, which should add more force to the attack. He hopes that the grey will be lurched forwards by the lifted earth beneath his back feet, and will fall straight into the behemoth's onrushing hooves - landing this final hit would give the stallion one small modicum of comfort, at least. Chances are, he isn't going to win. You can't win against black fucking magic, against a man who has a deal with the devil. But he wants to land a blow, at least, leave this little shit with a memento of this short and infuriating battle. The experience will help, too, for future fights against snakes.

Red wings fold as the dragon descends again, opening his jaws and aiming to rake Ciceron from arse to head with his frost breath. His breath is so cold it can turn flesh to ice, and this is precisely what he tries to do to the unicorn. He, like his bonded, is frustrated and furious by the progress of this battle, and for all his arguments with Volterra, he would do anything for the massive stallion. This has been a learning curve, to say the least, and both will take a lot from it. For now, though, they try in unison to cause damage one final time - to at least make this fucker hurt, even if they cannot claim victory.

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@Ciceron ! If I didn't laugh at the dice rolls in this fight, I'd cry xD Just hope it keeps within 20 points so it gets judged!

Vérzés uses frost breath on Ciceron, whilst Volterra tries to lift the ground directly beneath Ciceron's back hooves to try and lurch him forwards and rears to kick him in the head.
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