A scream of victory erupts from his massive chest when his teeth meet flesh, and his chest meets body. Maybe he can win, maybe he would have, if the skinny brute did not have magic. As the new wave swallows his brain his frame falters as the world spins and his own dome bobs. The stab wounds feel like snakes biting with thousands of venom infused teeth. Squeals tear from his lips as he stumbles to and fro, thick foamy saliva drips from his mouth. He looked as if he had been infected with hydrophobia ready to bite and spread the frothy sickness.

Before he comes fully out of the trip from hell metal covered hooves crush against heavy muscled sides. One meets firmly with the last two ribs, while the other slams into his flank. Another scream, more desperate this time, strangles from the beast's lips. He isn't sure if the snap of bone is audible to everyone, if it is just echoing within his body to pound like a hammer within his brain. Shaking his dagger studded head the beast lowers the sharpened curly sword towards his attacker. Lips curl upward as foamy spit oozes and sags to the ground mingling with his blood on the snowy ground. Lunging forward he hopes to spear the attacker in the chest, or at least his sides. Krieger decides that if he aims straight for his chest the assailant will not be able to dodge it completely; well not in his still foggy mind.

His attack was drawn short, so if his horn had pierced the stallion it would have only been a quarter of his dagger. The reason for his halt was the sinking of four different sets of claws sinking into his broad back. Rearing the stallion attempted to flop back and squish the new attacker. As he lay on his side rolling as quickly as his beaten and bloody body would allow, he stood quickly. A new cry rang firm within his ears, confirming the fears growing in his frozen heart. He would die here. Turning to the mares he had broken he let his voice ring strong loud enough for everyone to hear, "I am sorry!" His gaze shifted between the two mares he had beaten into submission before turning back for the fresh attacks. He might die here, but he would not go down easy. Extending his neck he tried to grab the cat by the scruff, in order to shake the panther. If anything he hoped to bit his back or sides.



"Devil's Tongue" 'Horrific Thoughts'
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