She is utterly caught beneath him, her own body fallen while his topples. She landed like a blue smear on the dirt, lying on her right side, her wings tucked tight to her body with some instinct to protect them. They did not break, but her right suffers with every second she lays upon it.
Luckily her mad dash shoved enough of her momentum against Oxy that he mostly falls away from her, but that does not stop the reach of his oafish limbs. They flail about, almost synchronized with his pathetic cry of indignation, like some idiotic dance he's accustomed to performing.
Never knew pigs could dance Ampere thinks, smug despite her current situation. She just can't help it, she truly can't.

The shit-eating grin of her thoughts is soon scattered however as pain reigns supreme in her consciousness. His movements jar against her, each wallop from one of his tree-trunk sized legs creating devastation in her muscles and tissues. Bruises smatter her left side as he strikes out blindly, nothing more than an overgrown turtle trying to right himself.

Eventually the barrage stops. A quiet kind of peace drifts over Ampere, the only sound she can hear is that of her heavy breathing. She revels in the serenity, content to stay on the ground and sleep until the pain subsides... but she knows that she cannot. The song of the moron has ended but he is still lurking about, and if she does not move now he will kill her or the orb, or worse, both.
With a pitiful groan Ampere stirs, each segment of her body feeling like lead as she tries to coordinate it into something useful. Her tail slaps furiously behind her, its hairs cracking like a whip on her hide. Meanwhile her eyes crackle a violent blue as she finds Oxy and watches him, grateful that he too at least seems as spent. She is not sure she has the energy left to fight him, much less to stand.

Her exhales act like a bellows, igniting the fire in her gut. That, coupled with the bite of her tail and the vision of the pig swimming before her is enough to spur her into a stand. She wavers, unsteady as she rises, traveling in a small circle even as her only goal is to remain motionless. She's wasted herself down to the bone - she can only hope he's done the same.
"Enough," she croaks out, some measure of finality seeping into the word, though she has little means with which to back it.
A moment passes then, Ampere staring him down. He does not need to know she is beat, all he needs to believe is that she is willing to continue.

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A: 4/4
D: 1/1
W: 465/800

Great fight Sevin!