The feeling of flesh-ripping as her blade dragged upwards sent a wave of satisfaction that was inevitably followed by the thirst for more. Ghost was relatively young to the brutal dance of battle, her experience short and her mind lacked the foresight to school her own emotions in order to grind a spar into the ground. Her fight participation count was one, her win count was one and her unwise arrogance reflected this. After all, hadn’t Seele the Necromancer crumbled and succumbed to her, the Cadaverous quickly coming under the impression that if she was quick enough and smart enough then surely, she couldn’t lose?! Not even to this thick boned slickly handsome warrior. It was the naivety of a novice that caused her to rejoice too soon after one hit and unavoidably lead to her losing concentration. Ghost the calm and indifferent Cadaverous had become quite something else in the heat of the fight.

As if in reaction to her attack, the stallion makes a sharp move with his front hooves, but falters in his attempt at a quick retaliation. His seeming endeavour to hit the open target of the banshee’s wings fails and instead she feels her wing smack against his elbow, her eyes wincing at the impact as her feathered appendages carried on skyward until finally she was in the air. "Lout" she muttered back at him, taking a moment to inspect her wings with concern that he might have ripped out a feather before throwing a look of disgust down towards where the roan was. There had been a time when Ghost was willing to bargain to have her wings removed now, however, they were cherished and well looked after. Not to be damaged by unruly stallions, no matter how dapper they looked.

Arrogance and complacency were not the best two traits to put together and Ghost’s attention was promptly turned away from her equine challenger and swiftly on to his reptile-like companion, whom she had poorly misjudged. The dragon shot through the sky like a bullet from a gun, shot with great timing, his little bronze body descending upon her and unleashing a hell only a tiny dragon could. His claws striking true as they grasped her horn and his wings sprung open, his fore talons swiped her eyes and Ghost slammed them shut with a squeal. Her position in the air began to waver and she shook her head wildly in her attempt to dislodge the reptile that clawed gashes over her eyes. Not done there and to the alarming dismay of the ravaged Cadaverous, the miniature beast shot a wave of flames and managed to singe off a few feathers before searing her back that forced another scream from the banshee’s mouth.

Injured, Ghost let her burnt wings drop her slightly in the air, nearing the ground in her aim to get away from the dragon. Her eyes watered with the pain from the scratches and her back sent burning waves through her body as she heaved in the air through her nose. It hurts! By the Gods! A difficult lesson, but Ghost now understood the consequences of miscalculating the damage a flying reptile could do. The arrogance from earlier drained away into the feeling of foolishness and anger at both the dragon and herself. Even now, as her gaze searched the floor for the equine, she struggled to see through teary eyes that were wincing from the pain. She would scar later and her thoughts went cold with mirthless revenge.

Seeing what looked like a reddish blob from her position, Ghost took in a sharp breath and weathered the pain as she dived towards what she hoped was the stallion’s position. She wanted revenge on that mini fireball, but she shied away from facing it again, how cowardly the Cadaverous could be, or afraid. Instead she made to take sweet retribution on the roan lout, doing her best to gain speed from diving through the air (copying the dragons earlier movements) and aimed to smack all four of her hooves down onto the stud’s back with a snapping kick. Twisting away in hopes her attack was successful, Ghost landed onto the ground and danced into the darker shadows by the tree before lunging forwards again, this time aiming her horn for the right side of his neck.