Too much happened too fast in the darkness. Shrouded in fog, the warrior queen appeared from nowhere, her eyes mad with the lust of battle. Who she was and from where she hailed was of no consequence to those left on the battlefield; the only thing to do was to get out of the way. And even this proved too difficult for some. Even in the darkness, the pool of blood beneath the black unicorn's cranium was evident by the rosy sheen of moonlight rippling across it. Almost simultaneously came Snö's pained cry.

The shadow-mare had darted out of the way of not only the warrior femme but also her daughter. If they were not careful, the domino effect would prove deadly. The battle was over, but this crazed mare fought still. But the bitch would not take her daughter. Psyche had returned to find Snö, after all - she was not keen to lose her once more. Perhaps she had some mothering instinct in her, after all. As it were, the scene before her was unthinkable. As the warrior mare turned her attention to Snö, vulnerable in the wake of one who was clearly close to her - Snö's first mistake, in her mother's opinion - Psyche leaped into action.

A few quick steps brought her to her daughter's side, ears flattened and teeth bared at the warrior queen. A dangerous glint entered her orange orbs. She knew that it was unlikely, at this point, that she would be able to best a fresh warrior in battle. She had been sloppy in her fighting previously, and it had cost her dearly. Her right foreleg was all but useless, barely supporting her weight as it was, and she knew that she was losing blood at a far too rapid pace. A mental curse was sent to those who had attacked her once-home.

The shadow-mare was unsure if her daughter would welcome her protection; but after all, this was her child, and the dead beast before them had been her comrade on the battlefield. Surely there was some vengeance deserved, some justice to be served. But this mare was not like the fighters of the Qian. She was of another element all her own. Psyche stepped closer to Snö, hoping to herd her daughter from the dead monster's corpse. Her eyes did not once leave the warrior queen. A misstep here could leave her dead as a misstep in the prior battle would not have, and she had too much left unfinished to die today.

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