He just barely got out of the way as over a dozen sharp, bladed horns pierced his shield to his right, the magical aegis shattering under their assault. The stag stood proudly before the stallion, who was sent to his haunches, looking up at Whirlwind, the patterns of his antlers glowing brightly in the mist. Thunder's eyes went wide. Deer were not supposed to be able to do magic outside of their forests. The stag opened his mouth to say something. Thunder immediately let out a yell, and the earth itself shifted beneath them. The mud and water shifted and shot upwards like a jet, sending Whirlwind flying backwards ten feet. 'Accursed deer!' Thunder was growing increasingly impatient. He would not be denied his prize by an upstart fawn.