Crowley was sweltering, his barrel heaving from exertion; he couldn't imagine what this invasion upon the Throat might have been like if not for the boundless night, granting the Basin attackers cover from the heat that should have accompanied Birdsong. The question as to why the sun had disappeared completely from the sky was yet to be answered, but for now, the brindle was completely elated with not having to deal with it.

From beneath the moonlight, Crowley could see that the grullo had turned to face him, even laughing at him to surely mock his words before answering with a 'no'. A portentous grin was quick to slide across the Weaver's face, and his barrel rattled in effort to hold back his own laughter. If this Throat stallion thought him to be crazy, then he was right in his accusations.

At the moment that Crowley saw the stallion dig his hooves into the ground, growing rigid, the Weaver was again on the move, transitioning from a trot to a gallop in one fell movement. He knew that magic was still abound throughout the lands of Helovia, even if some weren't fully and properly functioning like this one's apparently was. As he moved, curling to the right with the intent to make a large circle around Levi and hopefully throw his aim off, he could see the grullo forming an impressive wall of sand. Crowley had been witness to many types of magic before, but never anything like this. He knew not what it would do, nor what speed or power it possessed until it was finally launched at him.

At the same time, Talbot had made his final move and pushed himself into a ground-covering run, intending to come up from behind on Levi's left, yellow eyes locked on the grullo's neck. Despite the crunches of sand as he moved, the hound was otherwise silent as he came closer, hoping Levi's focus would aide him in executing a successful attack. When close enough, the hound of hell pushed himself from the desert floor and propelled himself into the air, jaws parting and aiming to wrap around Levi's throat. If his aim was true, he would tighten his jaws as much as he was able and proceed to ring his own body left and right to try and strangle the stallion.

It came at Crowley like a tidal wave, the granules of sand rolling over one another as they barreled towards their target with remarkable speed. A normally witty creature, Crowley found himself without a thing to say this time, nor a way to get himself completely out of the situation. All he could do was prepare to lessen the blow, and so he dug his own hooves into the ground below him to come to a halt. Again, it was difficult to do so very quickly in the unfamiliar terrain, and the wave of sand drew ever closer in those few extra seconds. When stopped, Crowley turned his hindquarters towards the sand and thus, Levi himself, closing his eyes and widening his stance to brace himself.

The wave hit full force, and though the Weaver was somewhat formidable in size, he couldn't completely hold himself up against the power of it. It pushed him, unwillingly sending him forward a few feet until he struggled to stop himself. Stretching his front legs out, he clambered to find purchase on the loose ground and keep himself upright until the brunt of the wave had dissipated. His rear stung, feeling as though a million needles had suddenly pierced his hide. As his hindquarters had taken most of the force of the attack, they were sure to bruise and be sore for days to come. Even with his ears pressed against his neck, some of the sand still managed to get in them, but the worst of it came when the granules flew into his nose and gathered around closed eyelids.

Eventually, the wave was gone, and Crowley was miraculously left standing. Battered, bruised and beaten, but he had not fallen. Opening his eyes, Crowley was met by the waiting particles of sand which more than happily took to obscuring his sight, causing a biting and stinging sensation. With every breath came an unpleasant clot of sand, and though the brindle would very much like to dislodge it all, his focus needed to remain on the fight; Levi could be above him for all he knew. Turning to the right in a semi-circle, he readied himself, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw that Talbot had moved in. Another callous grin spread across the Weaver's face, and he let out a long, haggard breath.

Let this be the end of the fight, as well as Levi's life.

[WC ;; 800. 4/4 attacks. 2/2 magic/companion uses.

You too, Ava! :D I enjoyed it a lot!]