The stallion wheezed as a patch of fur and skin on his chest sizzled, burning badly from a blast of lunar magic he’d been on the receiving end of earlier, his ear was bleeding steadily from a buck to the face; and one of his legs was in a limp from an aerial slam he’d gotten up from just a few minutes earlier. Pain rocketed up the limb, constantly reminding the former kaiju he’d manage to break it in several places, putting his face in a permanent mix of a snarl and wince.”
Why are thou still standing? Thou should be on the ground pleading for mercy.