The pain enveloped him completely.

It radiated down his back, throbbing horribly. It threatened to blind him more than the rage already had. It threatened to cripple him, if he would only heed its warning, and run away. Soon enough, the pain and the rage seemed to combine, to mix together and form a toxic brew that boiled and spat over the great pot it simmered in. Sadistic pleasure was enjoyed by the Knight of Shadow and Flame, as he felt the steed give to his pressure - though his wish of knocking him to the ground wasn't met, causing that pleasure to be swiftly consumed by the rage that burned so much brighter within the steed. When Tolio's hooves gained traction once more, another deep grunt vibrated from Madyrn's chest, as he was reminded of the kick his pectoral region experienced earlier. The slimmer beast pushed back against him, but they were caught in a stalemate, the mud underfoot making it difficult to gain any more ground, the same damp earth piled up behind his hooves and aiding his thick frame to hold its ground against the crimson and white steed.

Such proximity to the stallion alerted Madyrn to his movement just as Tolio began to sweep his crown. He could feel the steed's muscles bunching as they lifted his horned crown, and from the corner of his eye the glint of an ivory horn caught the moonlight. Immediately the bulky brute began to backpedal, sitting down upon his aching hindlegs as his fronts scrambled away. He was a reckless steed, prone to put himself at unnecessary risk, but he was not so stupid as to get on the wrong side of that natural weapon all unicorn's possessed. He turned then, leaning heavily upon his right hind, the one that was less affected by the ache in his back, and spun, away, away to the right. Still, the horn swiped at him, and his escape did not prevent it from slicing at his hide. The damage incurred was far less than what the unicorn originally intended, but as the blood across his left thigh dribbled over the 7 inch wideflap of skin that had been torn, a whole new being was unleashed into the fray.

Madyrn was built like a mountain. He was tall, he was formidable, he had a dark side and when the light struck him right, he had a light side too. But within him there was a red centre. The lava that was his blood ran down his leg now, and the mountain that was Madyrn rumbled in fury, as like a volcano he erupted. Before he was merely a pot simmering, something spitting over the edges. Now he was an unstable volcano, prone to explode and destroy everything in his path. He took a lunging stride away from the pain inflictor, before bowing his crown down between his knees, bracing all of his weight upon his forehand, and lifting his hindlegs up in a swift double-barrel kick. His left leg, afflicted as it was, did not lift as high or as fast as his right leg, but he was aiming for the skull of the beast that had just made a slice in his side. Perhaps he would fracture the nose of the beast, or even be so fortunate as to clash against that pesky horn, and snap it clean off. Should his attack miss, there was a good chance it would clash against the thick muscle of Tolio's nape, or even his chest, depending on how much the stallion had moved since Madyrn took his aim.

Heavily, Madyrn's feet landed, and he immediately held the left one off the ground, the mechanics of his leg still in working order but the pain of the cut combined with the exertion of his last attack, had caused him to move off in a hopping pace. Ears were still flattened against his skull, as the steed struggled in the mud that was churned up to almost a liquid beneath their feet. It was not far to slightly-less-churned-up ground, and Madyrn was making his way to said ground with hopes of being better able to balance upon his aching limbs.


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