d'Artagnan thought his frontal attack had struck true until his legs finally reached the floor and a flurry of hooves shot out towards his chest. Shit! The impact of hitting the ground had slowed the Doctor's movements, his head was held high in the air and the whites of his eyes glared at the incoming attack from his Nurse. He turned to the only thing he could do, stumbling a couple of steps back, leaning far onto his haunches and the momentum almost made him sit. Air whipped up his mane as Kou's backlash came inches near his chest, the very tips of her hooves caressing his fur. Blasted mares inwardly he cursed his lack of knowledge on Kou's fighting abilities. However d'Artagnan didn't stay down long, muscles rippling and flexing as they launched his body out of the unnatural position he had previously assumed, flicking his backend out from underneath him.

Dusk's ever decreasing light made the scene more exciting, more dramatic in the eyes of the Doctor. Night was approaching. Their beloved Goddess would be closer than ever. d'Artagnan wondered if the shadowy Moon would agree with what he and Kou were doing, it was only friendly after all. Well, that's what the Doctor hoped the bonnie pale mare thought.

Finally upright d'Artagnan wasted no time in launching into his next move. Curse it her rear now facing him, the Doctor took a small leap to the side and used the ample amount of room the Thistle Meadow provided, allowing himself the space to turn. Being 17hh came in handy sometimes but his bulk was rather hard to manoeuvre in a tight spot. Turning as tight as his body would allow, d'Artagnan used his long stride to close the gap in a matter of seconds, teeth bared aiming for her neck. His shards of glass horn getting aimed near her crest for extra measure. Now you're mine! The blood churned fast round his body, fuelling his attacks which in turn fuelled his own madness.

There was a part of d'Artagnan that still screamed at him. Still fought against his blackened mad mind that craved for blood. A distant reminder of his true feelings for Kou. Even the Doctor's heart, however, got swallowed up by the torrent of morbid elation his own mind projected.

d'Artagnan was lost in his own madness.

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d'Artagnan sits back onto his haunches to get out of the way of Kou's kick. Her hooves trimming his fur a little. He then moves out into the Thistle Meadow to get more room for his big body, then charges at her neck with his teeth and horn.]