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As Ranjiri's body broke apart from his with nothing more than the snap of her teeth and a tug at his mane, Gaucho began to wonder if he had somehow wounded her more than he had intended. Her black and gold body spiraled away from him, descending in a flurry of feathers towards the ground. For a moment Gaucho hedged, silently flying in place while trying to decide what to do. On the one hand, if Ranjiri really was hurt - if he had somehow mistakenly found her Achilles heel - then should she crash into the ground she would require his immediate help. However if this was some trick ... a feint to make him believe she was wounded so that he would let his guard down to help her, then he would be a fool to follow.
So what should he do? Follow his paternal instincts? Or his warrior-sense?
Gaucho decided that, regardless of what she was up to, dropping down a few feet couldn't hurt. His blackened wings ceased their beating for a moment as his massive bulk tilted forward allowing him to spiral with considerably more grace, after her. As Ranjiri continued to plummet, Gaucho became more and more sure she was about to crash - she was clearly falling rather than diving, and was nearing the ground going far too fast. He possessed no magic that could help to soften her impact, and in his antlers Mara was already poised to try and paralyze the young warrior so that her body wouldn't have to feel itself continue to break while Gaucho sought out a healer. But at the very last possible second, Ranjiri's wings jutted from her flanks saving her life at the cost of skinned knees. Gaucho exhaled a sigh of audible relief as his ever-burning wings beat forcefully once again to slow his descent and circle around.
"This not tag!" He called teasingly after her, though the relief in his voice was obvious.
Gaucho's stormy gaze rotated with the movements of his blocky skull as he followed the black and gold mare. She rose up higher than him, and Gaucho assumed she meant to drop down on top of him. However he had other plans...
His shoulders rotated easily as his hips swung in a semi-circle so that he was facing her as she began to drop. Her attack would have been a good one had he stayed put, but no real enemy would allow such an easily avoidable tactic to be used, so neither would Gaucho. Her body was smaller and lighter than his - which meant she was more agile in the air. But agility had little to do with your inertia and impact-velocity. Although Ranjiri might be able to dodge him, what she couldn't do was fall any faster. Although her wings would push her forward, in the air, Gaucho's impressive bulk still gave him the advantage.
Shooting an arc of fire downwards to instantly increase his lift, Gaucho soared directly up into Ranjiri's downwards attack. Although Ranjiri was tall, she did not possessive the bulky muscle that Gaucho did - or that her enemies would. She needed to learn that a crafty enough enemy could turn her attacks around on her. Although this tactic would result in bruising on Gaucho's chest and possibly his neck, he was prepared to bite through the pain in order to teach his young ward this invaluable lesson.
Ranjiri's hooves struck his chest solidly as his upward flight collided directly into her. Although his muscles screamed at the blunt-trauma her hooves provided, he continued to beat his wings and force himself higher. He wanted her knees to buckle and to be forced to contract back into her body - against her chest which had already been battered once. He wanted her neck and back to be forced backwards, possibly jarring her muscles and cramping or pulling them. His forelegs flailed upwards - ready to tangle themselves in her forelegs or to strike at her belly, based on how she chose to react to him. In order to protect his face from her hooves, Mara slithered forward and continued hissing as she had been before. Although the serpent knew that Ranjiri wanted to learn how to fight, she sincerely doubted that that the mare would risk blinding her Sultan and killing his companion.
Gaucho laughed and snapped his ivory-white teeth at Ranjiri's neck in between the warm cadence of his amusement.
WC: 738
Attack: 2.3
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the beginning [gaucho]
