Sacre was, in most aspects, a ‘non-combatant’. He had never seen the point in violence until Mauja had pointed out to him that violence was sometimes, in times of strife and dire need, a necessary evil. He could still hear the older unicorns’ words echo around his mind. Still, even if it was an evil that one might need now and then, Sacre was never going to be able to utilize it if he never practised the harsh art. Yet, he had put it off, convincing himself that being a Doctor to his herd was far more important, which it was, but even now he was becoming painfully aware of his deficiencies. Even his father, despite being the poisonous healer he was, had been a fighter, becoming a General during his final days in Helovia. Perhaps it was that Sacre thought, by opening himself up to the joy that could be found in battle and blood, he would also open up another part of himself that he didn’t want to know. Yet still, the Frozen Lights' advice niggled at him and he was thinking about it the day Toulouse challenged him, under a cold night sky in the misty Worlds Edge.

He couldn’t actually see the Specter at first, only hear him, between the trees and the darkness above, though the Doctor recognised his voice all the same. Toulouse. He knew very little about Toulouse, they had only met on the odd occasion here and there, but remembered him as the pale horned stallion, who was much taller than Sacre, but not quite as bulky as Mauja had been—his last challenger. It was only when the spy moved into the light of the moon that the fox-boy caught the glimmer of his armoured body and the healers’ eyes widened with a sharp jolt of surprise. He wanted to fight? Now? Sacre swallowed nervously, fear threatening to engulf him as it formed a tight knot in his chest and all his doubts, his insecurities, reared their ugly heads in his mind. What if Mauja was wrong? What if this was an evil he couldn’t master? Maybe he would lose himself, like d’Artagnan had lost his mind.

However, Sacre wasn’t given all that long to think about it and soon Toulouse was lunging into battle, his armoured body nearly impossible for him to decipher in the dark woodland until he was almost on top of him. The healer gave out a startled cry and tried to shy away instinctively, but he was much too slow in the heat of the moment as he threw himself sideways, banging his hind end into an innocent tree whilst the Specters’ horn caught on the edge of his flank drawing a bloody line into his left thigh. The adrenaline filled seconds ticked by and for the briefest of moments Sacre felt nothing but an odd and frightening exhilaration, thinking he had somehow made a lucky escape, but then the pain flowered through him and Sacres’ brilliant blue eyes contorted into a wince. Somewhere, in the back of his flustered mind, there was the concern of two foxes, who were watching from further in the distance where the healer told them to remain. For some reason, he felt like this was a fight he should do on his own.

Now hampered by a bruised backside and a cut that would surely scar if left unattended, Sacre kept up a brisk trot, weaving carefully around the trees and frowning as he tried to make out his opponent, which wasn’t proving easy. He thought of how he saw him earlier in the glittering light of the moon and an idea came to him, though he was unsure whether it would work, he braced himself to try it anyway. Casting a nervous glance towards where he had last seen Toulouse, ramming Sacre into a tree, still he winced as he moved, the fox-boy grasped for a new magic that had, up until now, lived untouched within him. Yet, Sacre summoned three electrical foxes, not with the intention to harm the spy (though they surely would if he touched them), but rather to light up the woodland a little so Sacre might catch a better glance of his challenger and maybe even attract his gaze. Thinking he had spotted the rather daunting Specter, the fox-boy sprang forwards and bared down his crimson horn, aiming for a slice of Toulouses’ right thigh.

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Summary: Sacre is taken by surprise and injures his flank/thigh trying to flee, also bangs into a tree as he does so. He then tries to make Toulouse easier to see in the dark to see by summoning 3 small electric foxes to brighten the surroundings (although if Toulou touches them they will hurt aha) and maybe distract him before attempting to attack Toulouse with his horn.

Damage: Cut on his flank into his thigh area (left), some slight bruising on his general backside (right) 

Magic Use:  [ Magic: EarthxSpark | Can summon foxes made of electricity that shock on impact. ] [ Restrictions | Can summon 1 large or 3 small; lasts one post in battle. ]