Although she had her magic supporting her, the nerves were boundless. They rolled through her stomach promising her a queazy feeling for the rest of this battle. The wounds that had been inflicted upon her pulled with each step she took, one particularly bad pull causes a hiss a pain to escape through her teeth. Exhaustion flooded her body, threatening to begin overriding wit and sense. The doe fought against her body, demanding more - commanding a better performance. Africa backed away, her crippled and ruined wing swung to the right and there the mare's movement froze. Africa's eyes darted around, making her seem crazed; perhaps the mare had lost this battle already. The moment you lost focus or gave up on the personal fight with emotional and psychical exhaustion was the minute you lost the battle. No...the minute you lost the war. Arah was more focused, calm and certainly in less pain. Pity flooded her gut but the doe only saw one way forward from this point on.

It was't going to be easy.

Finally her magic began to take effect, the enchantment began to weave it's way into Africa's mind. It broke the lock on the door and accessed her memories, easily it found the one Arah wished to change. At first it was gentle prodding, then slowly - oh so slowly, she began to rewrite the events within the mare's mind. Through her hypnotic voice Arah kept the mare trapped within her gaze. The moment she had been gifted with this ability Arah knew she could change other's lives for the better and for the worse. Perhaps through editing this memory Africa may in time forgive The Basin for what unfolded on that fateful night.

Not that it really mattered to The Basin. Forgiveness was of little importance in the grand scheme of things.

Wynter watched from above as the rain still continued to pound around them, ready to dispatch the one who had dared to attack her mistress, her body was barely visible against the night's sky. The griffin is thirsty for blood, desperate to finish this battle before any more harm came to the silver doe.
Back on the ground Arah feels Wynter's concern through the bond, still feeling a drizzle of her life's blood escape through the bite wounds on her stomach. Fatigue had already crept into her limbs, her legs shock from time to time, desperate for a break.

Africa whispered Midas' name, causing Arah to frown slightly. The offer had been to take Africa to her leader... to save him so he could rescue The Falls. Was there something more going on beneath the surface? Had she just stumbled upon something the was perhaps unknown to the rest? However once the plea left the mare's tired chops Arah dropped that train of thought, she needed to remain focused! "Yes! I'm here to..."

Perhaps the fates where smiling upon her; even though her magic slipped and lost it's grip, Arah was aware of this almost straight away. In such close proximity to her opponent panic flared in her gut, Arah back peddled as fast as she possibly could, leaning away as far as gravity would allow before she tipped over. "Don't!" She screamed at the mare, wanting to keep control of the situation but she should have realised it was too late. Africa struck out in defence with both her chipped left hoof and teeth. Arah however had managed to put some space between them, Africa's hoof barely grazed down the front of Arah's right leg while her teeth snapped at the air in front of her throat. Panting, Arah continued to take more steps away continuing to watch Africa, but she will not wait for another attack. There was much to do and Arah absolutely refused to fall in battle.

In her own desperation Arah flies back into action determined to defend herself against Africa. In the moment Arah doesn't hear her spell take back over Africa's memories, it's all fallen apart. Rushing towards the mare Arah tucks her head once again, heart pounding and tears flooding her eyes she charges Africa coming at the mare from the side. This time she aim's for the grey mare's chest, hoping to only graze the flesh and not cause any serious damage. She had covered the short distance in a matter of seconds, reaching Africa quickly and effectively.

Wynter hovered for only a moment more before coming to her mistress' aid. The snowy figure dived through the night's air, the frigid night's temperature biting at her pale feathers. Wynter plummeted through the air, aiming for Africa's eyes one last time. Beak first she flew, eyes trained upon her target. The royal griffin dropped from the sky with amazing speed and precision, deadly in her assault.

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- Springs back into action attacking Africa from the side aiming to graze Africa's chest with her antlers.
- Wynter dives from above aiming to peak Africa's eyes.