There was chaos all around him. Hooves scramble as those who he both knew and didn't fought their own battles. Shrieks of rage, pain and panic beating the clouds that had now dissipated after a barrage of attacks. The acid rain that had once plagued d'Artagnan finally stopped. His body heaved in relief and he took a few moments to take in the air and calm himself down. Ears roving in concentration and tail swishing expectantly. Enjoying a small satisfaction in his victory over a cloud horse he had recklessly kicked out at. It was short lived however as the Boggart redoubled it's hellish efforts and hurtled from the heart in plumes of fire.

Up came the head of the Nightshade and he bolted forwards, a sharp memory plaguing him. It was recent. Very recent. The feeling of burning, of flames, the face of a bare head with mahogany patches. His evil magic that scorched him within. d'Artagnan clenched his teeth, he wouldn't be caught in fire again. Only a fool got caught in the same trap twice. Around came his own personal circle of fire as the shade scrambled close to it, leaning his weight onto his haunches to leap into a twisting jump. Rump flicking in the air with hooves lashing out and attempting to snap back at the flames with a maddening strike. Tail flying like a banner and ears laid flat back against his neck. d'Artagnan winces as the flames nip and bite at his chest and on his hind legs, letting out a small squeal of pain once landing on the ground at the other side. Once his momentum slowed and his hooves found their balance he let out a long, angered snort. Eyes narrowing at the Boggart who had yet to appear in it's real body. Lips formed a thin line with a front hoof pawing in anticipation. "Come on out, coward!" He roared towards the Heart, taunting the creature once more in his feral voice. His brusque tones giving his vocals an angered projection.

He turns to look at Crowley then, who had emerged from his own ring. Nodding in grim satisfaction, acknowledging his comrades strength in admiration and reaffirming himself that unicorns were still the strongest species. d'Artagnan joins the brindled stud in his search, head low as he trots forward. Transparent horns reflecting the carnage of the creature's attack's, hues of red, yellow and orange flickering off them. If it wouldn't come out, they would just have to go find it.

[ooc:
w/c :: 420
Defence :: d'Artagnan also jumps out of his ring, sustaining surface burns to his chest and back legs.
Attack :: Kicks out at flames during jump
Location :: Next to Crowley still]