Felix's descent was swift, his body arching down as wings tilted back against his body to increase his velocity. From his position, he could barely see his target for Oliver's pelt was dark and well camouflaged in the low lighting, yet Felix thought he could see a faint gold hue in his path. He aimed for what he hoped was Oliver and his gloriously gold wingspan, though he had little way of knowing whether this was going to a success or a 'face-planting into the earth' sort of failure. There was no time to abort - any attempt to slow his descent would likely be futile. He was close, so close.

Three... His front legs outstretched, hoping to make a connection with his target. Two... His eyes turned to slits as wind pummeled the delicate organs. One... He sucked in a deep breath, bracing himself for impact.

Yet as the last second ticked by and Oliver's form materialized into view now that his proximity was closer, Felix realized with a pang of dread that Oliver's form was shifting and moving, his body arching up and his hind legs bucking upward to meet the swooping stallion. There was no time to stop - Felix beat his wings once to no avail. The hind hooves missed his front legs as Felix's aim had been slightly off, yet they hit his rib cage just below the sternum. His weight and speed seemed to force Oliver's hind legs to the ground as Felix's momentum found himself falling from the large brutes body and crashing into the ground.

The buck threw his center off balance, forcing his head closer to the earth than he'd have liked. His front legs just barely caught the ground in time, and his ankles throbbed with the impact. His knees buckled and his head was thrown up away from any damage and he allowed himself to roll onto his front left shoulder, his wings tucking tight against his body to avoid major damage. The kick to his sternum had caused a gash, the skin ripped by the speed of his own movements. It truly had been a double edged sword. He was winded and visibly shaken by the tumble. Not only that, but as he fell to the earth, he felt the wound above his coccygeal vertebrae sting violently as dirt and grit entered the wound. He sucked in a painful breath as blood oozed to the surface of the gash, knowing that by the morning - whenever that would be in this perpetual darkness - he would be battered and bruised.

There was no time to hesitate and Felix swiftly pushed himself to his feet. He had fallen with his back to Oliver, with Oliver's head to his right, so he hoped the brute would still be there as the palomino bucked - kicking directly behind him hoping to catch the brutes ribs or abdomen. As his hind legs fell to the earth, the lithe stallion span is whole body to the right, turning on the spot and hoping Oliver's head was still close by as he aimed a set of teeth toward the location he had last seen Oliver's neck. It was unknown if either attack hit, for everything was now a blur to him.

"Speech goes here"