MORENTH

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A white flash appeared out of the corner of his eye and the sweet but cool voice of Ophelia filled his ears. It took him but a moment to register what she was talking about and when he did a deep flush filled his cheeks as he realized that she must've seen him slip. With a small, sharp nod he grunted, "aye." His knees still stung from the fall, but he soon forgot about it as he struck out. He did not feel the soft, tarry flesh of the tigress against his hoof and knew that he had missed. All around him he could hear horrible cries erupting as the tigress fought back. Some were battle cries, some triumphant but others sent a chill down his spine.

Tilting his head he saw Ophelia drive her long horn into the creature's chest and he felt himself grin, but it was not over yet. He eyed the fire travelling towards them with apprehension, ready to leap over the flames when the small, silver dragon leaped from his perch, hovering over the fire he drowned it in an icy cool breath. In an instant the fire around them both was put out, but tar still spewed from the tigress, drenching the ground in dark, boiling veins. He hissed as some splashed against his exposed fetlocks, the substance sending white hot spikes of pain through him as he lifted his legs in a hopeless attempt to escape it. He dropped his head to rub against them, to try and ease the burning sensation when Ophelia's cool voice returned to him. He nodded, giving her a look of gratitude. "Thanks," he drew his attention to the tiger, his hooves moving him back, determined to stay out of reach of those giant paws. His ears flattened against his nape as the tigress screeched and roared, clenching and unclenching his teeth he wondered if he dared to strike at her again. 

From the air Helovian's used magic to fire at the tiger while on the ground he suddenly realized that a lot of them used magic as well. Unnatural flames flickered into life by some unknown source, the air thick with smoke, blood and burning flesh, drowning his flared nostrils. In comparison to those around him, he did not have much to offer to match the strength of magic and he felt humbled, awed and annoyed at his sudden incompetence. At home he could match the others stride for stride, but here? He was no more than a fickle colt hoping to join the mighty stallions whose strength were unrivalled. Heaving a heavy breath he pondered his choices, choices that had to be made in seconds. Morenth turned towards Ophelia and suddenly knew he wanted to prove that he was, indeed, useful. "Are you ready to go again?" He asked, ignoring the searing pain of his fetlocks and the cries of agony around him in case he ended up changing his mind. 

He waited but a moment to hear her answer, whatever it might be, time was of the essence and Morenth could wait no longer. He launched himself forward on powerful hindquarters, quickly closing the gap between himself and the tiger with long, ground eating strides. His ears lay flat against his neck, his teeth bared and in the heat of the moment a snarl escaped his parted lips. While he still refused to plunge his face into tigers hot, tar-ridden flesh (especially after experiencing it first hand), he did not turn on his haunches as he did before. Instead he rose mid stride, striking out his two front hooves as he used the momentum of his pace to drive him forward and hopefully to give him the strength and power he would need to deal her a good blow. 

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Morenth lunges forward once more, this time intent on causing harm. He rears and using the momentum of his strides he hopes to shove his front hooves into the tiger, perhaps to knock her off balance?