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No doubt he felt very much the same as us, the very wish to end his life. But the odds were currently in our favour by the looks of things, given the state of the shaggy beast in front of us. He only served to make us laugh more manically with the look of disgust twisted upon his maw at the very thought that we were in a position to chuckle at his misfortune. We could only imagine our blood would be bubbling over in rage if the roles were reversed and our backside was very firmly being handed to us. There is always a fine line between love and hate, and we could only think of how good a team the two of us could have been if our fated first acquaintance hadn’t been intercepted by the other But we weren’t one to cry over spilt milk, and now we wanted to end him as much as he wanted to end us.

The adrenaline was starting to ebb away, and the pain from his previous attacks, along with the vine burn was starting to take their toll on our vessel. We were throbbing and aching all over, and we could only hope one of our next attacks would be the one to take him out of existence. At least the pain wasn’t affecting us as much it was him, for what should have been a simple tearing of our flesh turned into nothing as I managed to weave out the way of his bared ivories.

We grunted in satisfaction as our hooves missed his head, but at least landed squarely upon his neck with a gratifying thump, and the following stream of rust only served to pump us up and send us on even more of a blood hunt, we were more than ready to finish this fight, with us being victorious. His scream rang in our ears, and it was a piercing conformation of our dominance. We quickly dodge his flailing; thrashing hooves that he was throwing out in what could only be a fit of desperation.

We had gotten a little complacent and barely noticed as he lunged forward and grabbed onto our blasted, stupid costume, but it made no effect on our attempt to batter at his chest, leaving a fresh batch of bruises, again satisfaction came anew as we noted the wince in his orbs, and the gritting of his teeth. During one of our many rounds of battle, we had managed to break some part of his ridiculous costume, which had inadvertently worked in our favour, for some of the plastic was currently protruding from his carcass.

The shiny shards had caught our eye, and exhaustion was starting to take its toll, for again, we didn’t notice as he lowered his dial and attempted to reap it across our rib cage. We threw up our head as it hits it target, and caused a fresh flow of crimson to flow and stain the earth. Screaming in rage, mostly at ourselves, we turned our rump so that it faced the beasts face, and bucked, chucking our legs out as hard as our fatigue would let us. And as one final, last ditched attempt at victory, we span ourselves around, and lunged ourselves at his rib cage, flinging ourselves as hard as we could, attempting to knock him right off his hooves, though we could only imagine that we would follow suit, tumbling right on top of him, as tired as we were..


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Fugue
587 words.
@[Oxy]

&CROWS WILL FLEE THE SCENE,
AS IF TO REMIND ME
HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE I'VE SEEN A DOVE.