To her disappointment, the brute had been quicker than she anticipated and was able to skitter away as her wing flames licked at his hide. She thought she had felt contact, but couldn't be sure. The two had now parted, prepared for their next joust. Aryel pawed the ground like an enraged bull, lowering her head as if she had a horn of her own to challenge him with.

She hadn't expected the sickening, dizzy feeling that suddenly invaded her body, though. It was magic, obviously, and left her swaying on her feet, peering through rapidly-blurring eyes at the beast bearing down on her. Did every unicorn here have nasty magic? Why on earth did Kri bother declaring neutrality with them? They should've swept every unicorn out of the north and into the embrace of death a long time ago. Oddly enough, the sensation only lasted a few seconds. She was aware of a high, clear, almost ringing noise emanating from somewhere near her chest. Her Spark amulet was glowing brightly, the drowsiness vanishing. With a final flash, a bolt of oily-colored magic leapt from the amulet and flowed into D'artagnan as he approached. Somehow, the gem had cast his own spell back at him. With a crack, the amulet shattered, shards of vivid purple burying themselves in the snow and rapidly changing to grey.

Well, if she was getting a stroke of luck, she would take it.

Not wasting a moment, Aryel charged forward. This time, she wasn't feinting. Her head was lowered and her body tensed as she braced herself for what was sure to be a nasty collision. She was hoping that the narcotic effect was working on him as it had on her, trusting that it would unbalance him and leave him more vulnerable to a full-body tackle. She did not, however, assume it would leave her entirely unscathed. Sometimes, you had to take a risk.

As she neared him, she brought her right shoulder to bear, aimed at his chest. With unicorns, she figured, close combat was about coming in low and fast, essentially staying under their horns. If they met, she would no doubt end up with bruising on her shoulder, as well as non-severe teeth scrapes on her wing joint. Whether or not they collided, she also tried to lift her front legs so they were on either side of him and snap viciously at his throat, aiming for right under his skull. This was partially to inflict damage, and partially to keep his head upwards to prevent him from biting or stabbing with his horn. Had they not been in a fight, she would have recoiled from being in such close contact with him. At least her stature benefited her in this position, giving her easier access to his throat. Overhead, Java continued to circle, bright black eyes trained on the unicorn and his hellhound.

(Words: 483
Posts: 2/4
Magic/Companion: 1/2
Amulets: 1/1 (I was a dumb and thought Sun amulets didn't have to be purposefully cast at)
Summary: Amulet absorbs D'art's magic and sends it back at him, then she charges towards him and aims her right shoulder for his chest. His bite lands, but due to her charging the force is reduced. She then pushes her front half up to bite at his neck multiple times.
Injuries: Shoulder bruising, wing bite)


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