It was something glorious to have the rocky, solid ground beneath his feet once more, isntead of the intense blackness that he had found himself standing upon just seconds ago. The licking of flames upon his legs and the underside of his belly were enough to make the stallion twinge in pain, but he wasn't ready to turn tail and give up.

When he had lifted his head to search for the next sign of the Boggart, his eyes instead found the familiar form of d'Artagnan. He returned the stallion's gesture with a firm nod of his own, thankful that his brother had emerged mostly unscathed from all that was happening. Picking up into a swift trot, he joins at the blood bay's side, golden eyes searching relentlessly for the creature of fear's next form of attack. Just ahead, laying low in the grasses were a pair of piercing yellow eyes, much akin to his own in a way. For but a moment, he wondered what these things might be, but the answer came quickly as the striped cats came rocketing out of their hiding places.

Even if his fight or flight systems were leaning towards the latter, he had to fight it as hard as he was able, and focus on the force that was barreling towards him. Would it disappear in one hit, gone in a cloud of smoke, just as the horses had done earlier? He couldn't be so sure, and so pushing his hooves roughly into the ground beneath them, he charged forward at the tiger to make his attack. The brindle made sure that his head was kept lower than usual so as not to expose his precious jugular; if the tigers were even capable of such damage.

When the tiger was a mere yard or so away from him, the stallion brought his front legs up, then quickly brought them back down to the earth in an attempt to stop the beast. If luck was on his side, then it would disappear in an instant beneath the flash of his hooves, but if not, he would continue an onslought of attacks. Not too far off from him, he could hear the wailing cries of a unicorn, for that is what he appeared to be, as he rolled around enveloped in flames. Surely his rolling would be enough to douse the flames, but would the creamy white unicorn be able to fend off the tiger that was barreling towards him?

Keeping his feet moving, Crowley prepared for another attack by the Boggart, but remained close to d'Artagnan. With eyes on the tiger coming at Vermillion, he sent a wave of cursing magic towards the striped beast, hoping that it would do something to bring the cat to a stop. For even if he didn't know the pale unicorn, it was the least he could do to help the youngster of his own species out.


ooc - Remains relatively close to d'Artagnan, keeping his feet moving.

- Tries to stomp/pummel his tiger.
- Sends curse magic towards Vermillion's tiger.