Sacre drew little pleasure from the scrape of his horn against the flesh of the spy, even though it rewarded him with some kind of grim satisfaction of finally landing some kind of hit, even if it was borne out of desperation. Yet, as the blood that was not his own dripped from his horn, he felt a sick revulsion come over him and flinched visibly, wishing desperately to clean it off immediately. There was a thrill in a fight, that he could understand, but rather in the intricacies of trying to read his opponent and the air that almost seemed alive with anticipation, but Sacre found no thrill in the blood he spilt from Toulouse. Only guilt and regret. That he had injured another weighed on his conscience, even as their shoulders clashed his eyes held no malice in them, just a lingering sorrow lined with pain that had been present since the first blow landed. His hock was bothering him the most, he struggled to run with it, each time he put it down it drew another painful sensation, but by now he was in the deep end of the fight and Toulouse wasn’t simply going to let him limp off. No matter how much Sacre wished he would.

There was almost a feeling of inevitability as the spy’s hooves rose from the earth, hungry to crush whatever they could of the good Doctor, who could feel his spirits droop as the fight reached its climax. He couldn't help but think how his father would be disappointed. Perhaps even Mauja too, who had pushed him to fight out of necessity rather than any kind of joy.

It was sheer fright that Toulouse might do more permanent damage and heart lurching instinct that made him throw himself sideways, stumbling over the tricky woodland undergrowth that was barely visible in the night, narrowly dodging the lashing hooves that sought to land another painful blow. He winced quite suddenly, however, the injured hock struggled as it snagged on a stray bit of branch causing him to grunt as it caught against his bruises.

The fox-boy had no chance of dodging the next attack.

He had already used his momentum to throw himself away from the rearing spy, but not far enough that he might dodge his oddly shaped teeth. If Sacre had the time to stop and look, he might have commented on them, having never seen a horse with teeth like that before. In the moment, however, the Doctor turned his rear end on the advancing spy, squeezing his eyes shut as the top of his rump snagged against Toulouse’s jaw and the fox-boy clenched his own teeth. It wasn’t as bad as the cut on his thigh or the throbbing in his hock, but it was something he could’ve done without.

Feeling trapped, he instinctively lashed out his back legs, shifting his weight onto his fore hooves as he scrambled to get Toulouse away, his injured hock trailing behind his better one as he aimed to smack the spy right in his chest for his troubles.

At this point, he didn’t see the advantage in running, he wasn’t going to be able to outrun the spy anyway, especially with his lingering pain. Besides, Toulouse was curiously hard to spot in the dark, given his strange wardrobe that covered his light pelt that would’ve stood out so much easier against the darkness. Instead, Sacre turned the instant his cloven feet were on the floor again, going in for what he hoped would be the last attack as he aimed his already bloody horn for another slice, his target was Toulouse’s general rear end area, as he sought to find a weakness in the armour that protected him. Perhaps Sacre might land something worth remembering in their final act as he grimly swallowed his heartache that felt misplaced in the violence, but he felt the broken sadness all the same.

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3/3 | 659 words

Summary: Is really sad that he hurt Toulouse, manages to miss the first rearing attack, but struggles with his injured hock and stumbles on the undergrowth. He's then bitten, again (lol), but impulsively reacts by kicking out. He then tries to stab Toulou with his horn again whilst still feeling really sad about it.

Damage: Cut on his flank into his thigh area (left), some slight bruising and a bite on his general backside, a small bite on his rump and a bruised hock.

Magic Use:  None.

Thanks for the fight Never! <3 He will forever be frightened of snakes xD