Everything was happening far too fast.

Things were going on that the stallion found he wasn’t aware of. The water-horse had left them to hopefully try and attack the sea monster that was attacking them, and three wolves on the beach had fallen to the sudden arrival of the mare upon the beach. Magic is what she had used, Apollo’s fear-rattled mind informed him seconds later, but it didn’t matter. Any help right now would be appreciated. Even as he watched the lone wolf, whose scent didn’t match the other lupines, run into the water and offer support to Phae, he couldn’t find it in himself to be skeptical of the other wolf.

It was then that every dream, every nightmare that Apollo could possibly have from the situation came true; one of slimy, nimble tentacles seemed to delicately wrap around Phaedra’s middle, and Apollo whirled on his haunches, honey-brown eyes widening in pure terror. “Phaedra, no!” He bellowed, hefting his weight to rear into the air, standing now in the shallow waters of the shore. “Let her go!” The sea monster’s tentacle had lifted the Pegasus far too high into the air, pulling her wings taut to her body to prevent her from escaping, and in no way was there a chance Apollo could help like this.

The stallion was in mid-rear when the voice of the monster echoed through his skull, demanding that they help slay the remaining wolves. Would, perhaps, he let Phaedra go if they did help kill the three wolves? Now, with another equine on their side, as well as the estranged wolf, their chances looked a lot better…

The overo’s front legs landed with a mighty splash in the waves, and he turned once more, facing the beach and the three remaining wolves upon it. Tossing his head, the stallion’s blue-tinted horn glistened in the sunlight, and a furious whinny escaped the confines of his gullet. Terror still reigned supreme, and the desperation to save Phaedra caused him to act, to push himself forward with powerful hind-quarters and charge the nearest wolf. Head lowered and horn poised, Apollo’s normally kind and soft eyes were narrowed, his gaze cold and ruthless as he made his charge.

The stallion took aim at the unlucky wolf, coming upon it in three great strides and snapped his head down in a wide arc, intending to gouge his horn into the wolf’s neck, or shoulders if he missed. These lupines would regret their decision; Apollo would make sure of it.

[OOC: Bad post is bad… XD Summary:: Apollo watches as Phae is lifted into the air, then upon hearing Walter, turns his attention to the three wolves on the beach. Presumably with Lupus at his side, he charges the first wolf he reaches, intending to stab into the wolf's neck.]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."