Coils and Whiskers

There was a sick satisfaction in watching the man recoil as the searing magma bubbled at his skin. And as the glow began to fade Ricochet's eyes remained alight with energetic glee from the thrill of this fight. Despite his world beginning to spin and his head beginning to feel light; there was no lack of agility on his part. He had endured worse; had felt the same heat in his own veins; and though most found it excruciating he found it be exhilarating. So he continued to watch the burned man with a wicked grin, swaying slightly as it seemed the man was going for another attack. And by sheer luck; Ricochet had correctly guessed the mechanical man's intent to fake him out. So instead of veering back from the first attack he remained stoic, ready to pounce; and before his hind hooves could lash out at Ricochet's ebony skin he swiftly veered to the man's left. Although his movements weren't graceful, he had been successful in his dodging, and he staggered briefly as he attempted to regain footing. But now the adrenaline was pumping; and he was itching to do more than burn this fucker where he stood. So while Ruwin was beginning to come down to all fours the unicorn moved; lashing out at the buckskin's side with his head tilted downward. Although his horns had a mild curve to them, they were still quite solid; and he hoped to slam them directly along the man's undercarriage. Whether it would be successful he couldn't honestly say, especially with his right leg now having an obvious limp. It would only grow worse as time continued; and by evening he would likely be begging for some release from the pain of his flesh wound. Until then, he would fight like hell and not back down until this fucker was either fucked up or dead. DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

@Ruwin - Ricochet dodges Ruwin's assault by veering to the left. He then attempts to ram his horns (not to sharp ends but along the blunt side) beneath Ruwin's undercarriage.