His slight victory was a bitter one. The force he inflicted upon her was successful and his bite ripped flesh and dark hair. Yet, the upper hand he wanted to gain hadn't quite swung his way and d'Artagnan cursed profusely as he landed, hooves almost seemed to tremble on the cold ground, totally in her domain. The Mender's breeding gave him great speed on long legs and oodles of power from his Warmblood side. His one major flaw, however, was indeed his height in tight situations, his leggy build was not one for close encounters and he needed ample room to manoeuvre his great body. In other words, he'd managed to put himself at a disadvantage instead of gaining the upper hand and d'Artagnan continued his curses at his lack of forward thinking. The Nightshade had only seen one half of his plan and failed to regard what might happen if it failed, truly he was an arrogant creature in that aspect.

Injuries plagued him and sent shivers of pain through his body, d'Artagnan wasn't too keen on suffering any more damage, but it looked like he'd have to make do out of a bad situation. Eyes catch the movement of Aryel as she moves to form a half rear directed for his front, blue flames spring to life and d'Artagnan's gaze shifted into surprise once again. Fucking fire was the only thought that ran through his mind as he caught sight of her wings falling towards him as well. The Doctor ground teeth together and began to stumble backwards, gripping the magic of Time that flowed within him and in a fierce cry he let it loose. "NO!" The magic responded to his call and the portal was opened to another dimension, attempting to suck and drag in Aryel's blue flames into an alternate universe. It drained on his life force and d'Artagnan now rather staggered under the barrage from Aryel's rear, grunting as he took the attack full on. Her hooves slammed true into his chest and the shade could feel the wind being knocked out of him, each cloven hoof still retreating backwards with one common motive of getting away from her.

d'Artagnan felt a brush against his side, ears still flat, he lunged a fierce bite for her feathers that he had drained the fire from with his magic. Hoping to grab a few in his fury. The Nightshade continued stumbling backwards until he thought he was clear out of her way, with enough room, and turned away from her. Wincing at the pain the movement caused to his now bruised chest and burnt shoulder, the surface burn on his rump he could have done without too. His legs felt heavy with exhaustion from his recent magic use and right now he probably looked 19 not 9, but d'Artagnan couldn't afford to hang around. He hadn't the strength for it to prolong much longer. As he turned on hooves and attempted to scamper away from her, he flicked up his injured rump and let loose his rear hooves. Hoping to catch a part of her face.

A smile drifted onto his lips as he felt an odd feeling in his stomach flutter away. He knew that feeling, he hated that feeling and it was something he remembered encountering when fighting Aaron. Fear. The fear of the flame that burnt his flesh. d'Artagnan didn't know why he had developed this nonsense fear, but he inwardly shivered and cursed his luck. Then, his eyes caught the shards of his Moon Amulet strewn across the floor and his gaze saddened, as if it symbolized an internal conflict.

[w/c :: 606] [3/4]
[magic/companion use :: 2/2] Used 1 Moon Amulet of 2] [Battle Buffs :: Bulk]

[ooc commentary :: d'Artagnan uses his time magic to warp away her flames but takes a physical blow to his chest that bruises and winds him. He continues to stumble backwards and attempts to rip off some of Aryel's feathers. Hoping he had got free of her, d'Artagnan attempts to turn away and bucks at her face]