There was something definitely maddening about the situation. Alan's blood was boiling despite the cool touch of Deimos, her mind a whirlpool of various colorful, brutal adjectives and scenes, the majority of them involving her and a much-beaten up Sinuhe. It was a daydream within reality, something to make up for the shitty way this fight was going, how it should be but how it wasn't... And she couldn't even revel in the fact she had flesh between her teeth, because the frigid sting of Deimos' magic had her abandoning it, desperate to get away. She had a feeling he couldn't help but do friendly fire, and in the final equation, she wouldn't blame him - but did he have to when she'd just gotten a good grip and blood on her teeth?

The world was a mess of mud, slush, trees and sky, color leaking out of the night more than usual as her sluggish blood pumped through her stubborn veins. The thu-thud of her step seemed distant in her ears, a white leg flailing up to tangle harmlessly against her steadfast forelegs. Alan wouldn't break her stride just because some stuck-up jerk tried to trip her up, nor would something as silly as a knee smacking into her right forearm make her sit down and bawl.

Not even a fucking glass horn ripping her sleek hide would.

It was a most peculiar sensation, having the already bloodied tip sink down into the flesh to the right of her spine, lodge not even half an inch into it - sticking, even as she briefly leaned left to escape it. The only funny thing was seeing Sinuhe's neck bend.. and, just maybe, the feeling of cool fire as the tip slid out of her flesh again. She felt numb and detached from her own body, and the sting of her wounds was so distant it could've belonged to someone else. And, as she failed epically yet again, she wholeheartedly blamed Deimos for her poor aim. Her powerful hindquarters shout out at nothing as the ghastly bitch came up her right side, that glass horn of hers leading the charge. A muted snort left Alan as she pinned her ears firmly, and the moment her hind feet thudded back into the slush she spun away to the left, trapping Sinuhe's horn in the empty space beside her. The shoulder she'd been aiming for simply wasn't there.

Her mind a muddle, Alan settled on the incredibly stupid tactic of running towards Deimos. The reasoning went something along the lines of if Sinuhe wants to stick to my side like some idiot maybe she'll come along to her death, but somewhere in the back of her furious, exhausted mind she knew it was probably a bad idea. She did it all the same, though, balancing precariously upon the treacherous ground as she streaked towards the somewhat forlorn-looking gray stallion. The momentum carried her forward in a straight line where she otherwise would've faltered, and with a distant look in her eyes she passed her stationary ally, hoping to escape his death field on the other side but leave Sinuhe floundering alongside her fallen comrade.

[ closing defense :: 531 words. ]
End of fight! <3 now we need a judge.