Best not to be hit then.
The phrase echoes in her mind, mockingly, just as Oxy's body turns. Her eyes shift, locked in the corner of her vision, white creeping along the irises of blue.

Ampere is afraid, because she can do nothing.
Her mentors would have berated her for such a foolish move, but they weren't here, and her training had been brief. It was only her now and pain was her teacher, but she could not submit to learning from it if it meant losing something far greater.

Locked in the transition of motion, hanging in the good grace of gravity, Ampere can but fall. She is vulnerable in these seconds where she drifts on the reserves of her forward motion, even her speed unable to close the gap readily. She had hoped Oxy would have been too stunned by her assault to retaliate so quickly, but though she hits fast she does not hit hard, especially not enough to disturb his pigskin.

"Shi-" she cuts back a curse as his right shoulder plows into her left flank. The force of impact ripples through her, her hind limb kicking against her other, a deep bruise setting in nearly instantly along her hip, providing a limp and swelling - it will hurt the most when she wakes tomorrow.

More than the pain though, his blunt force disturbs her already off-kilter balance, shoving her ass so that it begins to lead her motion, jerking her front end around behind it in a half-circle before her feet find their purchase. Her right forelimb takes the brunt of her weight while the other three scrabble for direction as she re-connects with the ground. She stumbles sideways, to her right, her wings her only savior as they jerk at her sides and pull the air into submission. Thankfully the terrain here is kind to her joints and offers easy traction, the dirt willing to let her hooves cut into its crust.

Ampere's head whips around to her left, where the pig should be, but she can do little more than squint against the sun. Her teeth grit together in frustration and she bolts off nearly as soon as she's landed, her gait impacted by the half-step she's forced to take for her left hind leg and its beaten musculature. Her ears twist anxiously on her poll, her nose wide to gulp in steady breaths. She hears a scuffle of noise just behind her, the oaf moving to attack where she'd stood - Still fast enough.
She isn't sure for how long though, especially if he cuffs her like that again, although his strength had been part of the reason she'd landed far enough away to evade him.

The wings at her sides pull in tighter as if in response to her thoughts, trying to minimize the drag of the wind on her body as she runs. She curves around on her left lead, the glare of the sun shifting back behind her and clearing her line of sight once more. She simpers, Gotcha!
Her pace doubles, her limp accentuated and inevitably slows her, but she grins and bears it to haul ass towards the pigicorn. From her looping motion she is drawing up on his left side again, at least as he was after landing from his attack towards her, but she comes from the rear instead of the front this time. She lurches off her feet several strides prior, her wings unfurling from her sides to let her glide and give her hurting limb a short reprieve. She sails in close, the feathered appendages snapping back in the last moment and her forehand rising with them in a rear.

She'll probably slam into his left side at the rate she's coming in, something due to hurt her more than him, but she doesn't mind, she wants to utilize the opportunity of height given to her with her flight. Her forelimbs eagerly kick out a barrage aimed at his barrel and all the tender ribs that sit there while her teeth curl from under her lips and strive to peel the flesh off his spine. Her wings flap a few times, but her height slips as the altitude drops. Her right hind shakes with its injury and carries her unsteady as it takes her full weight. Sweat pours from her hide, the exertion evident as her features twist with concentration, dead set on driving away this selfish boar no matter the costs to herself. She keeps flapping, trying to control her balance and hoping the frenzied movement of feathers will make Oxy turn away from her rather than into her.

"I cannot forgive you if you take this life!"

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A: 2/4
D: 0/1
W: 800/800