His hooves meet giving god flesh— so unlike the lizard armor of the Flats battle. He glances over his shoulder to see that he nicks the tigress’s front legs, his large hooves taking off a few layers of skin. And the goddess is too preoccupied with swiping her dangerously clawed paws to retaliate against him. Satisfaction flares in him as he not only remains unscathed thus far, but also that @Nyx had apparently chosen to keep her pregnant belly out of the fray.

But the satisfaction is short-lived. His deep blue eyes meets the confused, accusing gaze of @Rexanna . She was frozen for moments, before leaping into the fray and attacking the tigress wildly and without concern for her own safety. He bellows wordlessly, the sound concerned and scared as he watches her get swatted aside, like a ragdoll. His gilded, lovely ragdoll.

The guilt he had unknowingly been carrying around since his spar and lustful encounter with Nyx leaps into full flame, burning and licking his insides. He starts to move towards his injured lover, but he is halted at the horrendous sound of crunching bone.

Erthe’s leg is the source if such a sickening noise. His blue eyes widen in alarm, and he starts to move towards the foal that was swept so viciously by the tigress. But the God of the Earth is benevolent and wise on the battlefield, and sweeps the child to safety and healers by his side. Though the concern does not leave the elephant— for that had sounded like a nasty break. He will be certain to check on the porcelain girl after the battle.

He swings his giant head back to the prowling goddess. Mauja seemed to have let up on his fire, the amount of flames appeared to die down. He noticed this with relief— not that he didn’t want the deceitful god to burn. He just wished flames to remain far, far away from himself.

He glances at Nyx’s swollen belly once more. But the mare seems to be staying out of the fray. So he leaves the mare who may be carrying his child to find the mare who holds his heart. But he had lost sight of Rex when he glanced to Erthe. Frustration pulled another trumpet from the elephantine stud. These god battles could not be over soon enough.

Amid the chaos of the battle, he sees a shallow bite in the tiger’s belly that had been created by a man he did not know, but had seen at the other battles. He lunges for with his giant and sharply spiraled horn, seeking to eviscerate the goddess. In his guilt, he has forgotten about the dripping tar, and does not avoid it in his attack.