The pain made you even more determined to land a solid hit and you tangle with his fore hooves to create an opening. You had felt anger like this before, but never really had an excuse to act upon it. The fact that he violated Dash’s privacy, probably more than once, made you incredibly mad. Zephyr flailed frantically aided by his will to live. His hard hooves were a formidable weapon, but he was no predator. He lacked a certain capacity for provoked violence that you had. 