Time was nonexistent. One moment she was bathed in the colours of dusk, then next midnight had taken over her senses. Within the shrouded darkness her target was a beacon of light - the beginning of a fire that would destroy The Falls. The mare was easy to keep track of, darkness did not aid her as it would Arah.

Yet Arah's magic would not assist her now. Vivid laughter brazenly burst forth from the mare as Arah's magic scrambled to find a foothold in the mare's mind and failed. Golden orbs glanced down at the sound of an (assumed) amulet shattering, concealed within a bag. A flurry of words reach the doe but she does not respond to the taunts, not wanting to waste any energy on speaking. Yet. Eyes captured the movments of the mare as she began to spin on the spot, the closer the doe came to her target the more relevant her situation became. A whispered hiss filled with a bitter poison causes Arah to stare up at Africa, grasping to recognise the mare in return...ah. The shock causes the doe to stumble, eyes wide and staring at the mare she had met long ago. They had killed her friend and captured her for trespassing, then Crash had then removed the mare's wing form her body.

It didn't appear as if the wing had grown back. Shame.

The rain began to spill out from the heavens as Africa completes her circle, the fae princess still struggling to emerge from the waters of shock does not have time to react as the mare takes off. Lunging heavily towards her body, Africa's teeth hit and then sink into Arah's stomach's flesh, an intense pain spreads over her stomach. A scream of agony and anguish escapes her, as the doe struggles to remain mentally within the battle and not focus on the pain. Blood trickles through her ivory fur, the crimson colour staining the hair as the rain mingled with the blood and spread it upon the ground. Gnashing her teeth in an effort to prevent another scream, Arah throws herself into a counter attack. Anger burns through her blood, fear now was locked away in the furthers part of her mind. It would not be allowed out until after the fighting was over.

Lightning forked it's way across the sky and down towards the earth. Thunder vibrated through to her very core. Yet a sweet satisfaction filled her as her hooves grazed down the delicate meat of Africa’s lower thigh. A mark had been found and hit.

The moment of impact sent the grey’s mare stumbling, fighting a battle to regain her balance. As a result Arah also stumbled, having shifted her weight into the attack and used Africa as a crouch; as the grey mare fell Arah had no solid surface to bounce back from. Scrabbling along the earth, the doe regained her footing with a struggle; Arah's stomach screamed in pain as movements pulled at her bite wound. Moving away Arah called out now, cheerfully as if discussing something completely different. "We killed your friend and imprisoned you for trespassing." Rain pelted around them and Arah's bite wound continue to bleed and stain the earth. "Imagine what we'll do as we invade." If this mare wanted Arah to play the bad guy, fine. It would make stealing her home and punishing her for fighting back much easier. The scream of Wynter coming to her aid caused the mare to become distracted and it was all the time Arah needed. Circling Africa the doe rushed to move behind her target.

Above another battle had begun, a battle for the sky. mythical creature versus mythical creature. The other bird swooped, aiming to defend his mistress by reaching for Wynter. The snowy griffin made a sudden turn in an attempt to advoid the attack but was not entirely successful. Feathers and flesh where torn from her body but her plan to distract Africa was not spoilt. Dark magic surrounds the griffin's claws, death is coming for the other winged creature. Soaring up Wynter aims her deadly talons at Silas' heart.

Coming up behind her target the doe coils her muscles and pauses for only a moment. The back legs were an open target and with the mare distracted by Wynter above this attack could be fatal for one winged mare. Antlers pointing at Africa’s legs, the fae princess releases her muscles and lunges forwards, this time aiming to impale the fragile mare upon her antlers. Flying through the air and over the now water soaked terrain, stomach aching and protesting with each second, Arah tucks her head to gain better aim with her antlers.

What a strange crown Africa would make.

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Wynter uses Draining Clutch on Silas :
Draining Clutch: pools of darkness surround the talons and beak, allowing a strong grip on an opponent to drain their strength and energy, and even their magic. The longer the grip, the more is taken and for longer amounts.

Arah uses Africa's distracted state to circle behind her and then lunges towards her unprotected back legs, aiming to impale them upon her antlers.