Screams of pain, anger and fear fill the air around the dark mare as she plunges from the sky above aiming to do some much needed damage to the bastard god that had dared show itself here. Initially she had thought her timing to be spot on but that quickly changes as the crocodile is beaten, punctured, slammed and maimed by all the attacks of the rather large crowd. Cursing at the croc for moving she knows that her course of action was going to fail as the ground opens up underneath her. Hauling her massive wings from her sides to drastically slow her descent she attempts to redirect her attack to somewhere that will do some damage. Fire continues to rain down around her as the temperature begins in climb the closer she gets to the reptile. Whipping her head back she narrowly avoids taking a direct blast of fire to the face when pain erupts upon her left hip instead. Pinning her ears back she quickly pulls herself out of her descent casting her body back and away from the fire's path. "Damn morons! Pay attention to where you are throwing that shit!" She snapped in anger as venom dripped from each and every syllable. It was doubtful that anyone had heard her over the chaos not that she really cared anyway.

Turning her gaze to the sky she eyed the culprits for a moment before focusing back to the crocodile. If looks could kill they would have already been dead but much to her disappointment they still retained their positions meaning she had not miraculously developed such a magical ability overnight. Below her others seemed to be getting thrown around as the gator retaliated snapping at anything it could get near. Maybe it would be her lucky day and a few of the idiots would get eaten in the heat of the battle, she could only wish. Watching as blood poured from the gaping wound on the croc's right side and the others rushing in to try another attack she again pulled herself into a slow descent this time aiming to do some damage that would actually count. Drawing her power from deep inside she pictured the cervical vertebrae rapidly cooling as ice took residence where there had once been a spinal cord. The ice was expanding outwards until the bone could stand no more and shatter into millions of pieces cutting the cord in the process. A malicious smile turned her lips as she rounded the creatures back locking her sights on her target. Hopefully her magic would do the trick but if not there was no reason not to bury her horn deep into its neck to speed up the process. (left side of neck) This so called god was going to pay one way or another and she wanted to take the glory of ripping its skull from its body. Maybe it could serve as a rather interesting piece of memorabilia to hang on her wall, now that would be something worth displaying. "Ready or not, here I come." She murmured to herself drawing way too much pleasure from this battle.    

“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”