Flames licked the goddess, searing tongues of fire eating at the tar. The corporal, light as she was compared to the beast, seemed to still effect the tiger's balance. Muscle against muscle, rage against rage, warrior against warrior. Battle was a sacred thing despite its violence, and in a world of war there was a sense of peace the star girl found in this moment. Nothing else mattered. But her attack came with a bitter price, as all things do. A shrill shriek burst from her, but her cries were swallowed by the thunder of battle. She recoiled, scrambling backwards, as her fur was seared and tough skin blistered and peeled. The burn swept across her shoulder and sank into the soft tissue, pain shooting through her, setting each nerve on fire.

Others around her suffered on their own, some from the goddess's flaming pelt, others from her brute strength. Ki'irha's teeth clamped shut, holding back a pained sob. Her vision was blurred, by pain or tears she was unsure. Though effective, the fire was irresponsible, and the blue cursed those who had sent the enemy alight. Not only were the they fighting muscle and teeth and claws, but they now needed to avoid molten tar.

The great queen was buried in fire and earth and water and magic, but she still managed to burst from the elements and release her anger on the Helovians that stood too close. Despite her injuries she still continued on. There was only one of her, and too many of them, and she was sure to fall, as all rulers eventually do.

Ki'irha's ears clapped back flat to her skull and her stormy eyes narrowed. She leapt forward, her typically graceful gait marred by a limp. Her body brushed against others as she surged forward, a wave in a sea of bodies crashing against a stubborn cliff side. Like a second heartbeat, pulses of searing pain coursed through her from her burn, and between her movements and contact with others, she felt as though she would be engulfed in the fire. But as she moved, a new sensation began to swallow the burning. The sensation was cold, ice against the fire, and then it was sharp as pins and needles. She faltered, leg nearly giving out, as her skin was mended, tissue woven back into place, nerves no longer screaming. She gritted her teeth, the healing nearly as painful as the injury, until it began to subside, nothing more than a soft tingling. A new energy coursed through her as other bruises and scrapes were healed. She would need to find the one who helped her, who made her whole again. But right now was not the time to break for thank you's. Right now, she needed to find an advantage.

The ground shuddered and lurched, a stony precipice bursting upwards as if in response to her need. The blue wasn't sure who created it, and she was sure it was not intended for her. But, no matter, she used it for her own. She heaved herself up it, hooves clattering on the rocky surface. She launched herself from the outcropping, arching though the air. Her mane flew in a white banner behind her, but it was anything but a sign of surrender. Rear legs remained folded, front legs long and braced. She aimed to feel the crunch and buckle of a breaking spine or twisting muscle beneath her.

A midnight princess versus a blackened queen. Who would be the one to fall?
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Ki'irha retreats a bit after sustaining a burn. She receives @Lena 's healing magic. She then charges the god, using the stairs Isopia made as a launching pad. She is aiming to land on the god's back and injure her.
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