One moment she was charging, the next she was on fire… Literally.

A scream ripped from her mouth as the tar burned into her back and tore fur from skin, scarring her once beautiful roan coat. Pain glazed over in her eyes and she stumbled backwards, feeling it blaze through her making her teeth grit as she danced around, ears flat against her neck. The battle didn’t relent and instead raged on whilst Dacianna attempted to make a retreat. She wasn’t going back into that, the black mess was everywhere and, even when the burning subsided a little, it hurt every time so much as a hair from her mane brushed against it. Did this world have healers? Fuck, would she even know what one looked like?! Too bad they didn’t go around with a sign and a flashing arrow above their head for the walking wounded to limp over to.

The tiger snarled, the Earth God roared and Dacianna stumbled further and further back. Her fever-ridden eyes glazing across the battlefield as she watched them charge into battle with powers of their own, magic they could cast themselves and eventually she found it difficult to differentiate between this world and the one she had just been in. It was all chaos, where was the promised peace? She should know by now not to trust promises, even if the one giving them was a courteous looking bearded giant with such an endearing voice. However, in the end, she failed to see just who was the villain and who was the hero; everything was anarchy and fire and... Pain.

Of course, in any disarray there were casualties and whilst Dacianna definitely felt like a casualty she didn’t quite look as bad as the little winged squirt that had been pulled from the battle. She makes a move for the sidelines, near the gathering of concerned non-combatants as her eyes stream water from the pain on her back, but she says nothing and watches them try to save the motionless dove with growing concern.

Briefly she thought of returning into battle, but this time her cloven hooves were planted firmly into the ground. What was the point? She didn't have any kind of power that these creatures seemed possess, all she had was the weight in her hooves and the edge of her horns. The blue mare had already burned for this unknown place and now she felt quite reluctant to burn for it again.