The battle had been hot and furious. Soon it wasn't just a fight for freedom, it was a fight for their lives. The impersonator had watched from the shadows, ready to assist if either of her comrades fell. Neither of them did though, they where ferocious and unforgiving in their attacks. It was clear even during the middle of the battle who was going to win, her brother and sister had it in the bag. The snap of bones breaking. Slap of flesh hitting flesh. Tearing of flesh was as horrible to listen too and watch as what it was experiencing it. Thud. Shock fell on the impersonators face. It was quick, although not entirely painless. The other white mare, the one from the Throat, was dead before she hit the ground. Her glassy stare was haunting, behind the eyes, her soul evaporated.

"Damn." Whispered Arah looking at the result of the battle. Arah's ivory body began moving, gentle steps, each hoof barely sinking into the snow. She didn't know why, but she approached the body. Her face was blank as she stopped just before Sinuhe's now lifeless case. Deimos had been merciless, taking her life and her smug smile away, the once regal mare of the throat was no more. Quickly becoming aware that she was standing in the muddily slush that was left over from the battle, she quickly spun around and walked towards where she had surveyed the battle from a safe distance. Her ears where still perked listening for danger, only she did not feel the need to watch her back as much in Deimos' company. She respected the brute, her eyes rested on him. A god of death, the grim reaper in the mortal form. She herself had taken him up in a spar and she still wondered why she had accepted his offer. In battle there was a beauty about his precise movements, and the fear of his magic. The magic just could just remove your life in a matter of seconds. A single touch was all it took after all.

Now she turned to look at the other mare from The Basin. She at least had let her battle partner live, concern filled her eyes as the mare seemed to be more injured than Deimos. However her injuries where nothing to the winged mare who was lying on the ground. Arah could barley see her chest moving but it was enough to tell that the mare was alive. "Idiot mares." Muttered Arah clearly speaking about the two visitors from the Throat. A sigh tumbled from her lips and the doe shook her head at the winged one on the ground.

She relaxed more now, finally accepting that she wasn't about to be pounced at any minute. She winced slightly as the mare called the living one a pet. She kept her frown to herself though, she did glance to Deimos as he gifted the living one to the brown mare. Arah walked over to the dying mare on the ground, wondering if there was any point in her actually being a pet. "I think your prisoner is about to expire." She called out to her herdmates. Even if she was a lowly prankster, she still had the right to be given a little assistance. Pulling a disgusted face at the smell of blood and death Arah moved away from the dying mare. She wasn't didn't really mind the smell of blood, having drawn a lot of it herself. It was more her imagined smell of death, that bothered her. She knew that she was imagining it. Sinuhe's body did not smell yet, her death had been far too recent for any decay to start. The impersonator was slightly freaked out by the idea that they where taking her death so lightly.

She didn't press it on them though. She had also long since accepted Deimos for who he was, a warrior. Arah looked at the body and frowned openly now. "What are we going to do with that mess?" They needed to get rid of it before another outsider came along, saw it, and ran into the hills screaming bloody murder to all the other herds. Why had she said we? Yes, they were her herd mates, but the last thing she wanted to do was get involved with a dead body. Now that was asking a little too much from Arah's stomach.