His bellowing response was like a hot brand that he wielded, striking a permanent mark into her being. Because I'm always too late! was the shouted response that rattled inside of her, furious at the injustice of everything that surrounded her, be it the affairs of the world and its companion bonds, the tumultuous relationship that spawned between them on borrowed love, or the internal clash of her own selfish stupidity. Why hadn't she tried to convince him? Out of everyone she'd ever shouted at, lengthily lectured, or in any way accosted, he was the one that mattered most, but for him she had done the least. In the cold dusk of the caves she had raged against him, had let him go from the tight grip she'd seized at the expense of a friendship, and then... silence.

He just, left.
She'd walked away first though, even if her hooves hadn't taken her anywhere.

The reality of her failure in this was not lost upon her. Ampere felt it in the weight of the chain that bound that chick to his soul, as she did in the tethers that connected all those she had confronted before him. Each of them was like lead in her heart, weighing her down so much she wondered how she even managed to fly. After so many failures, so many attempts, she had given up mostly. Ever since her debate with the Earth those seasons past, she had been hollowed. His words haunted her, chased her into the sands and kept her there where things were easy. She had stopped squabbling with the hungry souls that stalked the abandoned eggs, had given up explaining her glare to every bonded horse that bore two shadows, and she had even grown indifferent to the hatched bodies that tumbled fresh from the fires of their bond-forge. In all that time though she had never lost her anger, simply buried, until now.

Now, Gaucho received the blunt end of her undying wrath for all the wrongs she suffered through, venting upon him each wound she had sustained in her self made prison of indifference. She turned a knife upon him, only so that she wouldn't have to stab herself. Either way, there was blood on the handle.

Abhorred by him and all that he stood for, both her failures in him, in herself, and in her namesake, Ampere shied away from him with all the remaining energy she had left. Only moments prior she had sought him out for this final touch, this one last embrace to have and to hold in her memories. She was going to fondly recall their blossoming love and the warmth it had always brought her, but now he scalded her and set fire to all that they had ever shared. "LEAVE!" she cried out suddenly, horribly; he was the epitome of her defeat, and she could stand it no longer. It hurt to have him go, but it was more painful to let him stay.

Her wings shot out, balancing her as Ampere wheeled back, shoving forcefully into the sand with the right side of her body the moment her hoof finished raking down his leg. Her teeth clicked together with the force of the momentum, just finishing the reach for feathers on his wings; such was the haste of her removal from his proximity. It had come in just the right moment, preceding his counter attack, though his wings still batted at her retreating frame, managing to strike emotional harm if not physical. Her evasion was aided undoubtedly by her natural affinity for speed and agility, but also perhaps an unconscious decision to slow the electrical processes of his body, and thus, him. All of it was a self defense mechanism, in which Ampere once more walled herself away from that, or in this case whom, might have most been able to save her. The itching need to run filled her up again the way the wind did her wings, but she was rooted by exhaustion, and she hoped, a stronger morality.

The sand settled back into a quiet stillness as she halted beside him, sagging on her legs as her muscles groaned and her chest roared in fire that had long stopped burning. Pain washed over her, heightened with every passing squall and shifted step. He had taken everything from her, in all ways possible, and she was done.

They, were done.

She quivered, overwhelmed continually, but unable to express it in the wake of the black hole of her implosive self destruction. "Just, go," she managed to force out from between her teeth. Her gaze traced the patterns in the ground, interrupted occasionally by a drifting strand of dark hair.

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

Aud <333333333 thank you for this amazing fight. Also I wanted to confirm she did pull one of her feathers out? Gonna have her put it in her mane back in our other thread if so :D