There was something so very satisfying about seeing the look of horror, shock, and fear wiped across the faces of those who saw his fire creations. The magic had been a gift from the God of the Sun, and in that fact the dun took great pleasure, for it was with the deity's own power that Gaucho fought and trained. The look that displaced the boy/girl's lips as words fell out caused Gaucho's own dark lips to part in a wider smirk, despite the pain that still gnawed and buzzed in his hind-end. The kid was okay, getting one hit in on a creature like Gaucho was something to be proud of, but it wasn't something that should make you arrogant. Now he wasn't sure if it was arrogance that choreographed the boy/girl's movements, but it certainly wasn't experience. Oh well, his initial judgement of the scenario seemed to be correct: it was a dumb choice on the kid's part to attack him in the first place.
Still trying to simultaneously remove weight from his front and hind legs, Gaucho continued to awkwardly prance in place as he watched his fire creations collide with the oddly-patterned child. He heard the guttural assortment of syllables as they left his (no wait, her) lips), and watched as fire lingered on her mane. Why on earth would she have thought running between them would work? Had she really never been around fire before? Creatures that big would throw a lot of heat. Maybe the boy/girl was retarded...given the physical appearance, the poor decisions, and the vulgar vocabulary ...
Before Gaucho could consider the mental deficiencies of Ros any further, his body was put into motion. The kid burst from what was now a cloud of fire (the bears bursting almost as soon as their attacks had ended), still running straight for him. If nothing else, the kid had stamina. He wasn't quite sure how since she had managed to place herself right in the middle of each fiery attack he threw her way, but ... must be a kid thing. Children could always stay warmer for longer, and play even when everyone else was tired. Maybe whatever stamina she drew from was like that. Or maybe if she decided to stop she might pass out, and this was her body's way of fighting that.
Although the Wildfire wasn't certain if Ros's scalded body possessed any more magic, the tingling in his thigh suggested that he not find out. As she rocketed towards him, Gaucho launched himself forward. With his wings already outspread it only took a few strides to lift himself into the darkening sky. He angled himself upwards, meaning to glide just above the charging youth, who was once again spewing obscenities. Blue light swam behind him as his hind legs lowered from his body, meaning to kick Ros's withers and shoulders as he flew overhead. Although the flash of light disoriented him, causing his weight to shift slightly, the black patterns on her back made for an easy visual target to aim for.
Grunting as his hooves retracted to his body, Gaucho flew forward before making a large arch. The light from his wings caused a brilliant and beautiful array of patterns to appear on the darkening ground below. His gaze sought to find what the blue light had been, and a smouldering puff of smoke rising from the ground provided an answer. So she did still have more magic. Grunting, Gaucho moved his hind-legs as he flew, finding them offering less resistance and pain than before. Landing, Gaucho tried to place himself about 20 feet away, stormy gaze focused intently and now quite seriously upon Ros. Likely she would either give up or send another bolt his way. Nostrils flared, he raised his flaming wings as if to indicate that she wasn't the only one with magic remaining.
"Done?" He shouted across to her, the confidence in his voice unmistakable. He could continue on, but he doubted that she could.
WC: 675
Attack: 3/3
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