The impact of his body against Levi's was perhaps the first in weeks - and the feeling of his flesh meeting that of another, caused an almost sensual groan to release from his dark lips. The sensation was heightened as the acrid taste of blood suddenly filled his nostrils - he could rarely feel whether or not his spikes had been successful, but he could almost always smell it. As his hind legs kicked out towards Levi, in what was meant to be finish off a three-pronged attack, Gaucho felt not the contact of his own hooves against Levi's flank or thigh, but a bolt of pain ebbing through his own right side. Pain and confusion confounded his simple mind, as his own hooves lowered back to the ground - the success of his own kick still ambiguous in the haze of pain that was slowly beginning to centralize on his lower right leg.

From his antlers, Mara relayed the image of Levi's own kick striking Gaucho's outstretched right leg muscle, between gaskin and hock - and even Gaucho's simple mind could fill in the details. The perfectly timed kick, had struck the muscle precisely as it was completely tense - effectively charlie-horsing it, and causing pain to ripple through his entire leg. As blood began to work back into the muscle, some seeping through a small cut which had formed, an almost instant bruise began to blossom, beneath his dark coat. As that leg returned to the ground, bright pain overcame Gaucho's senses, and his antlers tossed violently as his muzzle swayed, pantomiming the gesture for: NOOO. A squeal left his dark lips, as he found that his leg refused to bear any weight. Ears against his skull, Gaucho wondered if this wasn't a deliberate ploy on Levi's part - to force him into the air, where his larger frame and antlers might invite the possibility of a lightning strike.

Gaucho do anyway, he thought with careless but determined resolve. Either he would walk away from this victorious, or he would not walk away at all. Silvery smoke began to pour through his antlers - bleeding into the rain though not affected or dispersed by the droplets. Three large eagle-shapes immediately took form - their silvery eyes piercing, and focused upon the grulla. With three shrill cries, they began to fly towards Levi, aiming to distance themselves equally a part, to try and attack Levi's right and left shoulders, as well as his front. If nothing else, Gaucho hoped the curtain of rain and his creatures, would hold Levi's attention.

Without grace, for his right leg was still throbbing, the bay forced himself into the air - hopping with three legs to achieve lift. The ground was slick beneath his large hooves, and the squelsh of accumulated water in the sands, was almost unnerving. As he did this, Mara circled down from him antlers, to his collar, and finally to his left front leg. There she dangled, elongated white body poised, ready to strike. Flying towards Levi's left shoulder at a height such that his hooves would be at about the silver's ears, Gaucho tried to hover just to the left of Levi aiming to have his body perpendicular, allowing Mara time to strike. The white snake, anticipating the attack from her bonded's thoughts, hissed and weaved, poison dripping from her fangs as the pair was nearing. Once in range, Mara shot forward - the length of her body held onto Gaucho's pastern, her venomous fangs aimed for Levi's left shoulder or neck.

As Gaucho's wings beat against the rain, his right front leg, and left hindleg pawed the air as if the rain was suddenly so strong that he needed to swim through it. In their first spar together, Levi had tried to fly over Gaucho to evade his attacks - this time, the bay hoped his hooves would deter Levi from rearing up and flying and possibly injuring Mara - for Gaucho's dark hooves would be surely stronger than the weight of the rain relentlessly pounding their backs. His right hind leg moved little - and felt swollen and thick as his posture in the air allowed blood to flow more freely to his wound. However, should the slightly-less muscled back of Levi rise up to meet him, his right leg would engage regardless of the consequences. No harm would come to his companion, but much would come to his so-called brother in arms.


@[Levi]

[WC: 751
Attack: 2/4
M&C: 2/X

CRITICAL HIT. lol

And Ava, you aren't just restricted to two magic/companion uses using the new system. Because things like magic, and companions are amalgamated into your stats (making you stronger), you can use each as much as you'd like - so feel free to let him have it! :3]