At the very last moment a blue mare appears in front of him, blocking him and taking the full force of his charge. “Fuck!” What a bloody idiot. He grimaces as he realizes that it’s fucking Kimber, of all people. His irritation does lesson a little though - bitch shouldn’t have gotten in the way.
As he spins away from the mess, keeping an eye on the wretched Gates soldier, the bay stallion calls out to him. Zayn throws him a cocky smirk. “Zayn. You are?”
But bloody Kimber is moving again, and Zayn finally realizes why she’s here. Kids.
Now, Zayn is a bastard at the best of times, but even he isn’t particularly pleased at the thought of Chamber children getting hurt (even if they are Kimber’s). The thought strikes a little too close to home (what with his own children being so close by). He’s considering how to best herd the little turds towards the flaming tree and away from the buckskin, when the bay stallion decides to take on the task himself.
“Sure thing.” He focuses in on the buckskin, a sneer tearing across his pale face as the bay (in the corner of his eye) wrangles one of the children (a bay filly) towards Siberian, now in bear form (FINALLY, his little apprentice is doing something useful). But he’s too late - the buckskin latches on to the colt’s withers, attempting to drag him away. “No you don’t!” He breaks into a canter, charging the stallion yet again, trying to keep an eye on Kimber who’s once again threatening to get in the way.
Kimber gets there first, just in time for the buckskin to clamp down on the boy’s ear. Kimber rears up and lashes out, and finally the stallion releases the boy in an attempt to protect himself.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Zayn bellows at Kimber as he barrels towards them. He just manages to miss her, and his attack hits his mark, causing Zayn to stumble but sending the buckskin stallion sprawling in the dirt. He doesn’t stop there - the pale stallion rears up, striking at the buckskin again and again and again. After a few blows, blood begins to spray out, dying Zayn’s pale chest the same colour as his eyes.
When he’s sure that there’s no fight left in the stallion he steps back to survey his handiwork. A little smirk crawls across his face at the sight of the damage - part of the buckskin’s nose is caved in, and one of his front legs is at an odd angle, with bone white poking out of the golden coat. Somehow though the creature is still alive.
He glances back at the bay, considering. There’d been a distinct similarity between him and the little filly. If someone had done that to one of his children, if someone had done that to Waylan … well, he would’ve wanted to strike the killing blow. “Want to do the honours?”
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