Make An Ass Out Of You

Nikolaos did not reply to her but instead asked a quite useless question. What did it matter? Enyo couldn't care less what pissed the massive donkey off. All that mattered was that there was a very large and upset equine chasing after them. The creature seemed to have an easier time traversing across the sand than they did, judging by how quickly it caught up. Her eyes widen with mild concern as the donkey’s thunderous braying grew louder.

Stupid that it took all this time to catch up to them. It was humorous even. The donkey was a formidable beast with a large, swinging head and equally large but sharp hooves. It seemed to have had taken a fierce dislike to the two wolves. Its aggressive demeanor had escalated from mere angry braying to full-blown rage, and it charged at them with surprising speed. Enyo could feel the ground vibrating with each powerful step the donkey took.

It charged at Nikolaos first, kicking with all its might. Enyo was surprised at how large the foot was next to Nikolaos' head. The donkey may be more dangerous than she initially anticipated. Either way, it was far too confident charging at them. It would need to learn the dangers of messing with Dunamis. Enyo’s massive black and white form cut through the sand dunes with determined strides, her muscles rippling beneath her fur. The heat of the midday sun beat down on the desert landscape, but her focus was sharp and unyielding. Her determination was not fueled by the need to protect her sibling, but the need to protect her family from embarrassment. If this donkey bested the both of them or even one of them, what would others think?

While Nikolaos was more nimble and patient, Enyo was far from that. Her fighting style was highly offensive, she did not always wait for a window of opportunity but instead preferred to force one open with a flurry of attacks. With a quick, decisive motion, Enyo skidded to a halt, sand spraying around her in a wide arc. Her bristled with anticipation, spiking up and making the she wolf look far more massive than she already did as she spun to face their attacker. Her eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbled in her throat, a sound that conveyed both defiance and challenge.

Without a word, Enyo surged forward, her powerful legs propelling her through the sand. The donkey, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the wolves' strategy, very briefly hesitated. Enyo used this to her advantage, her massive frame moving with a grace that contradicted her size. The donkey would raise a massive hoof and kick the air, Enyo moved out of the way just in time. Feeling the air swoosh by her face. She lunged at the donkey, aiming for its flank with a series of swift, calculated strikes. Her first attack landed with precision, her claws raking across the donkey’s side. The donkey reared up, braying in pain and surprise, but Enyo was relentless.

Perhaps she became arrogant in her many successes or perhaps she did not think the donkey could be so agile. Maybe the sinking of her paws in deep sand threw her speed off. Either way, as she darted around the ass of the donkey, two legs would suddenly rear up. One struck Enyo's head. A hard and solid sound causing her to stagger and the unstable floor made her nearly lose her footing. Her vision was blurry for a couple of moments and sand was sprayed into her eyes. Enyo would snarl in response as she knew she needed to gather herself quickly.

In the meantime, she could only hope her brother decided to change his tactics.
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