A misplaced feather; that was perhaps the only thing to touch the great behemoth’s back. Neither of his front feet, nor the tips of his sharpened toes managed to plunge into the Sultan’s fleshy hide, and it was almost with anticipation of failure that he continued to glide over the mammoth’s back. Perhaps he could have switched his flight mid-air, turning upon his great expanse of muscle, bone and feather to manoeuvre his body in the direction of Volterra’s turning head, or maybe he could have beat his wings down upon his opponent’s face in an attempt to temporarily blind him and buy some more air time. He did none of those things, however, and instead was plucked from the air once again like a frog would an insect.

With his tail now clasped and fastened within the jaws of his rugged rival, there was nowhere for Pippin to go. His wings could beat with the speed of light and still, he would remain stuck. Though, all the pulling upon his spine caused an immense pressure to build in his dock, one that would be sure to release with a bang should he continue to pull. All that was left to do was perhaps the unthinkable for a pegasus; fall from the sky. Drawing in a great breath, a breath that he wished would grant him some kind of miraculous buoyancy, Pippigrin allowed his wings to flare and cease all movement.
Once again the hobbit was dragged through the air and the currents that always held him up high and proud. Too scared to cry out, the little lad found himself in the sand before too long - this time, it had felt much less violent, though it still rattled him all the same.

Gritting his teeth, his lips curling ever so slightly against the harsh pain within his dock and sacrum. All of the tiny puzzle pieces within his tail felt misaligned and wrong. Truthfully, it was not a truly terrible wound, nor completely debilitating, though still, he could feel it with each step. After wriggling his tail about he felt quite some relief from that ghastly phantom feeling from unsettled joints and bones, though still, the ache in his loins remained.
For a few short moment’s the little stag wondered if he could go on, for the pain was far worse than anything he’d ever felt. But then he remembered that he had come this far; the very climax of the fight. If he was to give up now he would not forgive himself.

GO GET 'EM PIP!

Casting his gaze over his shoulder, Pippin caught the sight of one of his friends standing upon the sands. It was Saoirse, the freckled boy from the Oasis. There he stood, cheering him on! It was only days ago that the hobbit gazed into the palm-surrounded pool, convinced of his loneliness; what a contradiction.

And now, here the halfling stood under the eyes of an entire mountain, the jaws of a monster he never even dreamed of sneering down upon him, having plucked him from the sky—
Yet still, Pippigrin remained unafraid.

Volterra had spoken once again, booming words of caution and advice to the small creature who gave a saluting nod in approval. He hadn’t listened the first time; that much was clear. No more attacks overhead, stay close to the opponent; noted.
Still somewhat hampered by the sting and throb of his wing, and then the numbing, thudding pain from his hind end, Pippigrin tip-toed slowly around his opponent in an attempt to search for a weakness. How was he supposed to attack this thing from the ground!? He was sure to get stomped on!

There was one spot that Pippin knew as a weakness. A spot no one else could reach…

Biting down upon his lower lip, the ice coloured eyes of the halfling glanced sneakily to the sanguine irises possessed by his nemesis, though, only for the sharpest of moments. Tucking his wings flat against his barrel, the little lad scampered forth underneath the Indomitable, flattening his ears against his neck as he bared his teeth.
“AAHHRRLLL-“ He growled as his blunt row of incisors reached for the prize. Not the sheath, but those wonderful, plump, testes. Balls, nuts, bollocks, knackers. Testicles.
Once his brutal attack had been carried out, the hobbit darted from underneath the black mammoth and gave a booming taunt.

“LIKE THAT!?”