Burning smoke fills Gaucho's lungs, as he soars away from yet another attack which has missed it's mark. That equates to 0/2 in the primitive warrior's simple brain; a statistic he is none too happy with. An aggravated grunt escapes his lips, as he is forced to breathe in a full mouthful of what feels like tar, in order to use his massive wings to propel himself out of the toxic plume.
Gliding around to the creatures left side, where only an ugly open wound signifies where the creature's eye once was, Gaucho fixes upon the severe wound Onni has created on its neck. For a moment, Gaucho envisions another head simply reappearing, should this one be severed, and only continues on with his plan, after receiving a mental don't be an idiot impulse, from Mara. Fangs wide, ready to spit again should Gaucho bring them close enough, Mara hovers energetically in his antlers, having been made mobile by the intense heat of the Heart. Flying towards the creature, though trying to stay in the blindspot caused by the missing eye, Gaucho angles himself so as to try to tear the wound on its neck forward as he flies over, and then kick out and tear the flesh backwards, once he has passed.
His belly immediately feels the heat as he nears, realizing too late to avoid injury, that the blood of the creature appears to be toxic as well. As Mara attempts to spit her poison once again into the wound, Gaucho's simple mind wonders if the painful bubbling sensation on his legs and belly, are what Mara's poison feels like to the creature.
No. Worse. He thought.
He hoped.
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[O] [Endless Night] From the heart of the world
