Ampere's gut collides against the brown wall that is Oxy's side. It knocks the wind from her for a moment. Yet for all her stupid scrabbling she manages to tear into him somewhat, but whether or not that's a victory she can't be sure as swamp mud rolls in the corner of her mouth. It provides a unique texture any time her teeth shift and leaves a slimy residue on her tongue.
Ampere decides against biting him for the duration of this fight. Better to kick his head in.

She missed her true mark though, and his momentum jars against her head, causing her to swing it to her left side, just in time to see the movement of coiled muscle. Air hisses through her teeth as they click shut, her weight trying to set back on her haunches, but she has no time. Their close proximity saves her at least, his rump so close to her it can hardly extend and reach its full power. She's still positioned at his left, so his kick brandishes a dull thud along the meat of her right breast. It still hurts, probably only because of his size, but otherwise it is a meager bruise which she easily brushes off the moment she gets her footing and backpedals away from that ass. Who knows, next he might fart on her and that she certainly could not endure.

As she finally catches her bearings, Oxy's loop has nearly finished. Her blue gaze flicks warily to him, knowing she can't meet him head on. As it is the only reason he hasn't barreled down on her yet is because he's such a loafing behemoth. If she were to get in the way of that steam roller she certainly wouldn't make it out alive - neither would the precious orb.

Run!
Her body jerks to her left, hooves easily pushing off the supple soil, though her right hind, the most crucial in providing her force for the direction she wants, complains and holds her up short. By the time she gets any decent stride going, Oxy is upon her. Ampere pushes forward, trusting in the capabilities of her body. It comes as a surprise then when his bag clobbers the right side of her face.

A blur of brown is all her vision catches before it arrives for closer inspection. Luckily it's mostly empty so the strike itself is more dizzying than anything, but it makes her jump, a strangled scream coming from her maw as the satchel bitch-slaps her. Her head jerks to the left and her body jostles to an abrupt stop with wings flaring. Her hocks punch the ground as she sits back so far on her ass that her front whispers off the ground. The forward momentum remains in her, uncoiling with a deer-leap to her left and a partial, sloppy spin to avoid the bag even further, still at this point not fully understanding what all is occurring. It's all a fluid, constant motion driven by fear so overbearing that her heart rattles inside like a caged bird trying to break its wings.

Steady.

Ampere's right haunch twinges further while a red line shears the very top layer of her right shoulder and nape area. The cut is long, but shallow, the blood soon drying. "Fuck," she curses as Oxy whips past her, his horn just barely having touched her after she spun away. A fire screams in her right hip, her evasive maneuvers having jarred the tiring muscle even further. Her limp now makes her noticeably lame, and for that her blue eyes clap upon the boar diving into the sunset. Her gaze does not harden into something violent until she glances down to see his bag near her feet though.

"You shit dick!" she bellows after him, embarrassed by her reaction. She leans down to collect his man-purse as she pushes herself into an unsteady canter. As she runs after him, not very fast any more, she winds up her throw by dragging his bag along the ground, then thrusting up at the last moment in the hopes it'll strike his ass and perhaps make him buck, though with the sun in her eyes her aim is even worse.
All that dust and topsoil that the movement stirs up flicks into blue sparks along the way, collecting into a greater mass of throbbing electricity and finally morphing into a crackling wolf. Ampere sends it racing to snap at Oxy's right side, near his groin and his shitty dick, if she can manage it. As it goes right she passes on Oxy's left side, aiming to put distance between them and stay in motion.

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A: 3/4
D: 0/1
W: 800/800