As Gaucho soared away from the collapsed body of VERENIA RINTA, he had a moment to take stock of his injuries. Gliding west above the fray, the warrior realized that he only had the wound on his right shoulder, from where Quilyan's hooves had dug into his skin, insta-bruising and causing a hoof-shaped cut into the muscle. While it had bled somewhat, his time in the air had taken much of the strain off of his limbs, letting his wings do the majority of the work. As such, the wound was reduced to a dull ache, that would surely hurt more come the following morning. He had sustained more significant injuries during his recent spars. Idly, he wondered how Kri and My-dus were fairing.

Circling around, heading back towards the rising sun, Gaucho narrowed his steely gaze, observing the chaos below. Sar-gent Aryel, was, in his modest and humble opinion, completely flailing around. She was a pegasus afterall, what was she doing running about? While Gaucho did enjoy the feeling of slamming his body into another in close combat on the ground, given that there was only one opponent left on the field, why would she risk possible injury, by remaining ground-bound? Why had she not used her magic? Gaucho was not one to question authority, and Aryel did indeed outrank him... Yet Kri, their Sultana, had given them all an order. To fight. Aryel looked like she was half-assing it, at best, and that was certainly something Gaucho did not respect. They had all volunteered to be here, and although Gaucho was far too simple to fully understand Aryel's justification for not giving it her all, even if he could, he would have disagreed.

Gaucho was not a creature of mercy - it was not a concept that he understood. Although the foothills-mare below was horribly outnumbered, Kri's order had not come with any clauses. He had been ordered to fight, and that's exactly what he would do. Swooping low, he had time to see a blue-roan mare violently kicking out towards ARIADNE, while at the same time another male joined the fray, with a dragon who attempted to breathe fire onto ARIADNE as well. Arching himself so that his back would be warmed by the sun, and his silhouette while enormous, blotted out by the magnificent ball of fire, Gaucho began his decent.

Tucking his wings nimbly to his side, he began to drop faster and faster. His gaze narrowed to minimize the amount of his eyes which would water due to the air rushing past him, but also to help himself focus on ARIADNE. He had heard the mare boasting of how she had knocked out Ktulu, and it was a lie. He had seen it all unfold from above. She was an abominable fighter, and Gaucho wished for nothing more than to feel her body crumple beneath his outstretched hooves; to make her pay for her insolence and ignorance. His front hooves were outstretched - should she try and rear to meet him, he would try and aim for the right side of her neck. Although given his current speed and weight, if she brought herself off of the ground, he would almost certainly knock her over. If she turned her back to him, then it would be her withers and spine that he would try to direct his hooves towards. He was like a homing missile - his body the perfect marriage of speed and agility. He would not let ARIADNE escape his grasp. Gaucho screamed a war-cry, just before his body was about to try to impact, so that PEIXOS, LAKOTA, and ARYEL could get out of his way, if they hadn't already.

(Either hitting or not) Gaucho's massive black wings suddenly extended, lifting him up. He climbed for about 10 feet, before gliding around to the left, back towards the sun. He could feel Mara's mind pressing against his, demanding that he bring himself lower down again, so that she might drop onto ARIADNE. Surveying the battle field, Gaucho grunted and did not yield to her demands. 16 hooves flailed down below, and while Mara was exceptionally quick, an unlucky step would be all it would take to end her young life.

Remaining about 20 feet off of the ground, Gaucho suddenly bellowed a resounding cry; a sound deep and rich. Filling his lungs, he continued, almost sounding like a shaman calling for the rain. He didn't know where My-dus or Kri were, but should they, or the other members of the Grey hear his call, they would know that this chapter of the invasion had been solely successful.

Gaucho chose to remain in the skies, rather than landing, even though his gut told him the battle was over. Warily he eyed the remaining Foothills mare, waiting to see if she would collapse under the immense and incredibly force of 4 attackers. However, should she try and retaliate against those on the ground, he would put a swift end to her efforts.



[WC: 833 Magic: 2/2 Companion 0/2 Buffs BULK and SWIFT.
Summary: Gaucho flies up and away from VERENIA RINTA so that he is heading toward the sun. Circling around, so that the sun is at his back making it hard for him to be seen, he descends upon ARIDANE, with his front hooves extended to aim for the right side of her neck, or her back if she turns. He flies up and above the others afterwards.