Pain. It was everywhere now. A pounding, aching, stabbing feeling that swallowed everything even remotely similar to calm. They swam through it together, for each shake of the malamute's head, for every step that put weight onto the injured leg, each movement that stretched and tore and whipped the scorched skin. Lace staggered as the canine smacked his dragon into the ground with a sickening thud, feeling how her mind blacked out and faded from his. A panicked scream tore from his throat as his mind reached for hers, teeth missing their target and snapping shut around air. His hoof trampled the very tip of the dog's tail, leaving neither satisfaction nor joy - it only made things worse, because he had been so close and yet remained unable to release his wrath upon the small creature.
Gone was the noble stallion who always had a smile to offer no matter what the situation. His herd wouldn't have recognized him if they saw him now, a wild beast with neither thought nor reason. Kill was the urge that drove him, that made sweat foam in the creases of his body and lather from the mouth. There was neither hesitation nor consideration for either himself nor his opponent as he bucked sharply and kicked back out at Archibald as he came charging towards him, A lash aimed with reckless power towards the base of the others neck. Barely had the rear legs had time to touch the ground again before they were up again, a second kick following aimed lower, at the front of the knees.
Lace was thrown off balance for the second time as the earth began to tremble. Snorting wildly with heaving chest and rolling eyes, he felt the bulk of the stronger stallion crash into his rump, pushing him forward as sharp teeth scraped over the muscled rump and re-opening a half-healed wound from his fight with the earth monster. He staggered, spreading inky legs wide to keep on his feet as the ground heaved and raged. A quick glance thrown at the follower of the Dauntless made him breathe in sharply, gilded eyes followed how, as though in slow motion, the small limp body of Fajira was thrown aside, like a bloody white rag.
He snapped.
Rage like he had never felt before rose and enveloped the stallion in a suffocating red wave. He let go of all hesitation he had ever felt against taking a life, and with the fullest intent to end the life of his opponent the silver steed jerked himself upright with a throw if the head, barreled around and unleashed all the hidden powers from within. Rearing up high he screamed out his wordless wrath and solidified it into a small, pulsating ball of fire in front of him, barely giving it time to form before he pushed it away from himself and towards the face of the black tank. It swelled, the fiery red glow alighting the mists and threw shadows around in a wild dance between their legs - and with a deafening sound that popped an eardrum with the gray defender it exploded, unleashing searing flames everywhere within a ten feet radius. At almost the same time the trees surrounding them seemed to come alive. The branches shook and trembled, wood groaned from the sheer force of the Carpenter's rage; from the ground roughly beneath the blazed intruder a thick, sharp root shot up, stiff and sharp like a spear aimed to penetrate skin and flesh.
He didn't care if the other would die. He didn't care if the forest was set on fire or burned to the ground. All he cared about at that moment was the small bundle of flesh and blood that was his whole world. With a furious snort the grulla dismissed the black warrior, considering the battle over as he came down on all fours and began to limp off towards his soul mate, worried beyond words about the little dragon. Was she unconscious, was her limbs broken, would she be alright? The stench of blood was almost more than he could take as he reached out a warm muzzle and nudged the soft pile, tears stinging the eyes as he desperately prodded the empty void within, where normally she would have been.
Was she even alive? Even as he scooped her up and held her gently against the chest and began to limp off to find Smoke, he didn't know.
WC: 748
PC: 4/4
M&C: 2/2, 1/1
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[O] When in Doubt, Stand and Fight [Invasion Defense]
