The two faces were simply drawn, but the differences were clear to all eyes. The first was all that should have been obvious, a sharp red outlined with a bold green, the warlock's symbol of the twin-tailed rhino. The second was a low browed look of calmness, a dedication inside. With a human she was certainly capable of flying for the one, but a goddess spoke a most stern command. Despite the usual awe and respect from the other goddesses, it was a foregone conclusion the big beast would take the offer as an insult. The warlock would not be kept down, but go fight the high and mighty Rhonin.
The roar was gained quickly enough with the other goddesses' demise. The goddesses were not ready for the quick display of aggression, but they found themselves in a position that would make or break them. They could not just obey, they were to lead. The goddesses took flight in the square and launched their legs at the duo. They knew it was without purpose to damage the small minds of the warlock, but they would not allow such a thing to succeed. The small red haired one pulled on the reins just short of the monsters right horn, leaving the large green one to keep its path. The big one understood the attack as well, making the slip turn more manageable. The other took aim and dive-bombed in the other's direction. This was no surprise, but the small green one was ready. By the time the other was close, the warlock twisted her head to the side and then to the right. The result was clear, the other was jabbed in the flank and sent into a tumble.
The small one was not so pleased to see her friend rearing up and gasping for air. The pair took aim at the standing pair. The small red one will lead the charge for the group. The larger green one will follow close behind, then the one still trying to keep air in her lungs. The group was getting ready to take a spike for this diversion, when they sought assistance from the deep abyss that was their leader's mind. The smaller one's vision faded, she continued without looking to her right. The red one looked but found herself at a loss of what now was required. The green one continued protesting even as it prepared to take on a charge. The thought remained in the corner of her mind, but it was not her battle to fight. The red one led the assault of snow white veins and ice blue wings, and the green one replied with the red one's pure green hair. The smaller one was behind the object of her need, and the red one just looked ahead. The green one was not alone; she could see the other one was now fully in her own world.
The battle was joined bigger by the moment as the two groups hurtled into each other. In a flash, both were sent crashing down to the ground roughly ten feet from the wheel and the elves. The smaller one banged the ground and rolled dangerously close to the paint, the small red one lay yet to be discovered. The green one barely stayed on her back and the other rolled about five feet, only able to stand as she grabbed the nearest elf available. The two groups pulled out of their descent closely followed by the others. The fight and stand off continued on the ground as close combat hammered between the two.
The green one was the better suited for close combat and her low-right positioning allowed her to keep most in her view. The red one used the wheel-like structure to keep the other in her view as she was between the other and the crowd. Both struggled to stay at their defenses as they took punches from all around. However, neither side was ready for one of them to fall to the floor. The green one was ready for those close encounter, but the other one let her guard down as a surprise short right was delivered into her face. It backed her into a wall and left her dazed. The red one had no time to celebrate as a large group approached the fractured wheel from every side.