The word frustrated did not even begin to cover the effect that this fight was having on the monster. He had started out with the intention to play, to drag it out, but now it was taking actual hits from this cripple of a creature, from the annoying silver bird, and a battle was starting to form in its mind as well. The weak version of itself was waking and although it could not actually take control it he was rebelling. The knock to the face seemed to be jolting Mesec into consciousness and he was becoming aware of the battle, of what was being done to Zero.  

Or, more accurately, what the warg was trying to do to Zero - because he woke to discover that the colt was not as injured as he feared. A bleeding wound on his leg but not much else.

His despair at the events unfolding was feeding the shift, the unstable emotions triggering it over and over and giving it strength, but even as Mesec continued to wake he fought it as well. He had experienced glimpses of consciousness during shifts before, only recently, and although this was the strongest it had ever been - he was still trapped in a prison of his own body and unable to make the muscles mood according to his will and not that of the creature.

Lucius felt the flicker of Mesec, of his bonded, and cried out in joy - his screech echoing through the woods as they continued to brighten. Whatever injuries he inflicted on the demigod, even in this form, would be worth the chance that it could work to get him back. Mesec had healing magic and they would be visiting the Moon Goddess soon. Although Mesec was not thinking about their quest right at this moment, the zephyr could not stop. If Mesec woke up enough to stop this fight, to get control, it would satisfy one of the options they had been given in the Veins and this curse could finally be lifted.

The end of this year of tragedy was near and the demigod would get his chance to heal - to see his children, to rediscover friendships, maybe even to go home.  

Lucius flew in a wide circle around the pair, watching and waiting for more opportunities to intercept. The young Zero no longer seemed intent on getting away, he was fighting back and it gave Lucius hope. Perhaps with the two of them, they could finish this. The zephyr tilted his wings and dove, syncing his attack with Zero’s - flying toward the warg’s neck and reaching out with his sharp, silver talons to grip into it. A roar of anger and frustration ripped from the shadow creature as Zero collided with its hip and Lucius tore chunks of fur and flesh from the top of its neck. The hip felt bruised and pieces of skin hung loosely, on his neck, the blood getting soaked into midnight black fur.

Its reaction was swift. It turned, stumbling just slightly with its aching hip, and scrambled around in the needle-strewn ground until it was facing the colt again. A sense of recklessness was rising in it, wanting to finish this as quickly as it could before Mesec even got a chance to fully wake. It launched, throwing itself at Zero's right side with claws outstretched and teeth ready to snap, seeking to tear into the pitiful flesh wherever they could - the side, withers, or that one wing - to get one step closer to stopping this fight once and for all. It would give that annoying voice in its mind something to really scream about as he was forced to watch his dear friend be torn to shreds.

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