Torasin listened to the silence. He wished one of them would speak, the stallion wasn't normally put under this kind of pressure and was awkwardly unused to the heavy silence that hung ominously on the air. Kiba's claws dug into his bonded's frosty mane, flicking his tail back and forth in response to the eerie air. After what seemed like years, one of them finally spoke. The large white spotted one who seemed to hold the most authority was the first to speak. His voice hung on the air just like the silence before it, but it was the content of his statement that made the paint look at him in surprise. Mirage? So she's been here too it never ceased to amaze him how much the secretive, obsidian mare got around. Torasin thought he travelled a lot, but that was nothing compared to Mirage. But what was her connection to the unicorn land? It was a question he saved for later for the other one had now spoke too.

The one named Cineviam did little to hide his true feelings and Torasin felt his body rattle with warning. His bonded did too for he leaned forward from the paints neck and hissed in an angry warning. Maybe now was the time to run. He'd completed his task and staying here would do him no good, however he was slow to react when the sooty brute launched his attack. Like he had sharpened it the night before, the horn of the oncoming stallion bore down his golden rump. In the last moments, Torasin attempted to kick out and away from the weapon but he was too late for it not to make contact. A sharp pain entered his senses as the 'S' of Cineviam's horn struck its way across his unblemished skin. He'd kicked in time for it not to be too deep but too late for it not to cut him. Blood trickled down his right back leg, its warmth sending more alarm through Torasin's body.

Kiba had already taken the initiative and had gone claw first at the sooty ones neck. Short bursts of fire aimed the brutes way. This was it. Torasin must go now. Turning on his heels, wincing at the pain, he headed off back where he came. "KIBA! RUN!" His voice bellowed at his bonded as he took flight. What the paint didn't take into account was what Mauja would do, blinded by the need to get away.