The mare's thundering hooves resounded across the field as she leapt toward the creature to attack, rearing up and striking the dangerous being straight in the hard carapace of it's chest. It had been preparing an attack with those odd, top limbs, but she stopped it cold, a feat she was quite proud of.
Aven was thrown back several feet onto the ground, a brief state of disbelief dawning over him. He'd raised his open hands in a gesture of peace, and that viscous beast completely ignored it! Well, actually, now that he thought about it, a Theocog wouldn't exactly understand human gestures, given that it was merely a colloquial sign of surrender among humans. He rolled, getting to his feet, a hoof visibly stamped into the metal of his chestplate. He didn't expect that kind of trouble, but he'd oblige it if need be. He surged forward, catching the mare by surprise, and vaulted onto its back, much to its dismay.
The creature wasn't dead? Wolves normally passed out from that kind of impact. Above that, the creature was insanely fast on the uptake: she'd been right, it was incredibly dangerous! She began to run, bucking and twisting to throw the malicious being from her back, quite a comical display to any watching.
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