Siberian offers no protest to his order, and the gold stallion and the bear-shifter make quick work of the distance to the fight. Zayn takes pause at the edge of the battle, watching and analyzing the crush of bodies below.
A shiver wracks his body as a great gust of icy wind blows through the battle ground, and Zayn’s red eyes spot a white-eyed roan stallion, barely visible through the storm. Zayn knows little of magical abilities, but if he were to be where the storm was coming from …
“Siberian, there!” He points towards the reddish stallion with a flick of his golden nose. If they are dealing with an ability of some kind Siberian will likely have the best chance of taking the stallion out. Not to mention the fact that the boy’s thick bear coat will protect him from the worst of the storm.
“Come!” he barks the command, then plunges through the raging winds, heading in the red stallion’s direction. The going is tough - strong gusts nearly make him lose his footing more than once, and at one point the very earth breaks open almost beneath him.
But finally, he makes it there.
He doesn’t expect to be very effective against the stallion - untraited as he is - but perhaps he can at least be a distraction until Siberian takes the creature out. Zayn rears, lashing out with blood stained hooves towards the stallion’s head. Hopefully they can take him out before they all freeze to death.
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess
@[Siberian]
Zayn attacks Weir, orders Siberian to do the same.