She swept past the battlefield, above it, magic leaping from the beat of her wings in unseen gales that would rip storms between the souls of the damned - of the bonded. It was oddly cathartic. Even as the tar exploded in fire and shouting rose like a clamor, Ampere coasted on, a small smile playing on her lips. The world burned and screams wailed out, whether born of attack or agony was indiscernible, and Ampere felt peace. This war, whichever one she was fighting for or wrapped up in, it did something to channel the mare's restless energy and volatile personality. It helped define her, grounded her among a place that had always felt like home no matter who else had been present.

It was life.

Her gaze was naturally drawn to the stallion swaddled in flames as she enjoyed the beauty of the moment, but all too quickly the distant bliss was wrenched away. The fires suddenly felt hot and so very close, and the blood and the sweat and the stink of fear wrinkled her nose with disgust. Gone was the meadow of flowers, each fighter a petal dancing in the breeze. Come was the field of bones and rot where the horrors of war sowed.

Within the heart of that change was him.

Not Gaucho, though he was there too, his movement drawing her eye, and with it her heart. There, in that moment, flames billowing against more flames, Ampere saw the other piece of her being.
"Zèklè," she whispered, but then why was she screaming?

"Z-"
Her heart hammered.
She watched him ignite beside Gaucho. Lub dub
"ZER-"
Her wings sang.
She watched him ascend the stairway to heaven. Lub dub. Whump whump
"ZEROO-"
Her magic snarled.
She watched him hurl himself forward. Lub dub. Whump whump. bzt tst
"ZEROOOO!"

Her shield was flung from her back, its width expanding into the glorious metal sun it encompassed, set to sail between her boy and the fearsome tiger. Simultaneously she reached, claws, tore for the electric signals that hummed inside of him just as easily as they did outside his golem. Once she found them she jerked on them, attempting to control his body, to direct the electrical currents inside of him and around him and fling him back and away. Beyond her shiny item and her terrifying abilities however, was Ampere's body, which darted into the space between the god and the stupid child. Her feathers flared, wings and tail expanding as her momentum was forced to a halt, so that her flesh might take whatever unfortunate fate would have befallen him.

She only hoped she wasn't too late,