A hasty snap of teeth catches the fleeing flank of the shaman, but it is just a mere addition to the brutal sting of her hip, tearing the skin perhaps a tad more, stinging with violent intensity for a moment more, before joining the constant ache. Confused, bewildered, Lyhty flaps around in the dark, his crimson eyes going from the painted mare to the horned monster upon the ground. He wishes for Onni to leave this place, to flee to her mother. Kri, he thinks to her, but he is silence by the overwhelming urge to conquer this obstacle in her mind.
He would not be heard, not now.

She curves, a beautiful angel in the sky, crimson droplets shaking loose from her pelt and colliding with the earth below, mixing into the sand. Lyhty's attention then turns to their foe, watching as he rears, sending the information to the pale-faced girl, worry lacing every image. He was uncertain of how to help his friend in this battle, never having seen her fight and enemy before. Thank you, Lyhty, the mare breaks her concentration to say, keep tabs on his position for me. Be my eyes where I cannot see.

Her assault does not slow, and the bird does not calm. Instead, the feeling of home boils in her veins and the need to protect it. Voltaic had given his life for this land, and she would meet his loyalty with her own, if need be.

The twisting of the brute's head is not missed by Lyhty, but she simply cannot avoid it. A surge of fear stabs her gut before the blades, almost like her thoughts of mortality were being recognized. She would die here, in the crimson sands of the Dragon's Throat, but not today. Unlike her mentor, though, Onni had been blessed by the wind of her mother and the transformation abilities of her father. The unicorn would meet with no resistance, as the entire back-end of the mare quickly dissolves into nothing but strands of clear beautiful air, swirling around his talons which would have cut straight through her, safeguarding her body as her front hooves cleanly batter his spine. Strange how the malfunction of the magic which normally transforms her whole self works out in this instance.

In the air, Lyhty swallows his growing paranoia. Maybe, just maybe, Onni knows what she is doing.

The tendrils of wind reform into her figure, but not before the cloven hooves can reach up and strike the lower portion of her left side, upon the last sections of ribs, barely within his reach from the daring swoop she had made. The pronged feet leave nasty swellings of blood, pooling under the skin along with rapid pain. Ah, but the shaman is smiling. That she can still feel pain after the beast had ripped into her side with his horns and came up empty - it is a good day.

Instead of landing, Onni wishes to avoid the stress upon her back end, knowing well that the stress of injuries can kill you faster than their actual damage. Her wings flair after a second, catching her still in the air, ascending partially to get a better view of her opponent, light blue eyes taking on a hard glint. And then, taking a larger risk than before, she dives again, front hooves aimed for the right side of the monster's skull, well aware that this maneuver would likely bring further injury upon her burned forelegs. The gains to be made from a successful launch of this attack were too great to ignore.
At this point, cuts upon a limb already burned would not stop her.
The pain would just join the pounding of her heart, the excitement in her veins.

If he wanted her home, her beloved possessions, he would need to kill her first. Hopefully, she would be able to accomplish this before he will.

[ WC: 664; 2/4; 1/2; Onni is using buffs SWIFT and BULK. ]