Paladin had obeyed Kri's booming, commanding words. She was right. Once the limbs were gone, perhaps the monster would be short enough to reach the more vital sections.
On Paladin's quick loop, he watched as the beast turned to Kri, and the stallion could only watch and hope that the chestnut mare was able to navigate her way through the strange poison cannons. He took the distractions to his advantage, trying not to look at the other winged mare who sparkled and shone so... temptingly. He had never been distracted in this way in battle, and he had fought many, beautiful mares. Was it some sort of magic? Nevermind, focus.
The stallion managed to stab the remaining leg with his horn, watching as a strange, smoky darkness leaked from the gash in the windy exterior. As he turned to kick, the monster rose up, exposing its belly, but the stallion had no way of even reaching the tender underside, not with how massive this creature was. Instead, he had to end up dodging another sack of poison, but the beast seemed to have poor aim because it missed entirely. Or so he thought.
When Paladin turned back, he was being chased by the most disturbing creature he had ever seen. Black crabs with the heads of foals on their back scuttled after him, and the stallion was instantly glad that his tail had already been burned off to his hocks. They had nothing on which to gain purchase except his hind legs. The black dun shot off from the beach, losing the tiny monsters for but a moment before skidding in the sand and tearing back at the inky creatures with his ivory maw bared viciously.
Ears were flattened against his skull, and he let a brutal war cry escape from his lungs as he jumped on top of the crabs, slashed out with his front hooves, trying to crush the inky beasts into the sand. Unfortunately, he managed to get bitten by one on a stagnant hind leg, and instantly, the area seemed to lose all sensation. Paladin jumped from the fray and awkwardly limped away, his back fetlock not even working as he dragged the hind limb behind him, snorting in irritation.
The others had managed to tear off the other limb, but now more of the crab things were scuttling along the beach. "Do NOT let them bite you!" he called. "You will lose the area entirely."
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[O] [Endless Night] The tides are turning vile
