( apologies in advance. I'm not feeling well. )

Things became somewhat of an astonishing blur, as the dainty Sinuhe showed off some seriously quick footwork in repositioning herself. Alan had known the mare was limber, as she wasn't blind, but hadn't expected her to move quite so fast. With a grunt she kept going, rounding her haunches at a distance that seemed mostly safe, and the trespasser's hooves came flying up anyway. At the edge of her reach one of them scraped against Alan's right shoulder, blood vessels breaking beneath the skin - she clicked her teeth after the retreating limb, ears pinned against her neck. Bitch. It wasn't nice to kick those who came to do the world a favor and put you down. Nice and easy just stay still and let me kill you...

But of course, that wasn't going to happen. She hoped that the kick would keep her in that precarious state of almost-balance while Alan slammed into her thigh, but not even that happened. Either her own aim was so ridiculously off she should drown herself to spare the herd her shame, or the mare had some backpedaling magic the likes of which Alan had never seen before - whatever the case, something about it made her want to plunk down on her ass and just scream her frustration at the sky. Trespassers with too large egos and mouths shouldn't be nimble as well! They should be slow and stupid like cows for slaughter, to match their imbecile nature and obvious lack of intelligence! Frustrated, Alan took savage pride in the ringing blow of shoulder against shoulder, using her own pain to spur her on - keep this one as a pet? No. I hate you now. She'd rip her apart, skin from flesh and flesh from bones, drink her blood and dance all night long.

Despite the way heat clawed at her veins and throat, the way her teeth hungered for Sinuhe's throat trapped between her jaws, Alan did not lose her senses. She saw the gray blur of the Pegasus mare coming in, her regal frame working up a speed that could surely do some damage on impact, but battle is about prioritizing - care about the Pegasus running amok in her direction, or the unicorn with a sharp stick on her head, who also happened to be close enough to put said sharp stick in her body?

It wasn't a hard choice. The Pegasus could do whatever the fuck she pleased. Alan was pretty sure she'd survive it.

With the same litheness she'd shown previously Sinuhe spun into a rear of sorts as the Pegasus closed in. Alan gave a slight roll of her eyes and, instead of running off in some haywire direction, chose to abuse the fact that she was more or less pressed up against the pale mare. Collecting her feet upon the unfamiliar ground she jerked forward, in under where Sinuhe's neck had been before she'd curled around; she'd just begun to find her feet and balance when Africa smashed into her butt, pushing her further forward, front hooves scrabbling in the slush as her nose dipped lower. Instinctively Alan's right hind leg shout out towards Africa's knees, but all in all, maybe it'd play out in her favor. Who knew, maybe the pretty imbecile would shove her horn into her own friend's neck? It'd certainly give Alan a laugh, but should she miss or miraculously find the small strip of bay hide available to her without breaking her neck, it'd leave a thin, bleeding gash down Alan's right buttock, unable to sink deeper by the angle and movement.

Gritting her teeth in frustration as she had to find her feet and balance again, and lamenting the fact she couldn't kick Africa's brains out with Sinuhe between them, Alan heaved herself forward over the rock and slush, leaving deep marks as she sought to take a stride forward, seeing the dark shape of Deimos advance in the corner of her eye. Two horses between them, that should be enough to not hurt him, shouldn't it? As soon as she was past where Sinuhe's forebody might be Alan threw her weight forward, her long hind legs unfolding in two fast kicks; the first low, sweeping in towards her cannons and front knees unless she reared up higher, the second, now that she'd got her aim calibrated, shooting higher, to try and hit her wherever she was. Much as she wished to pummel Africa into the dirt for almost making her faceplant, she'd leave her to Deimos. She was sure he'd appreciate a chew toy, especially if it squeaked.

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