hurting but not helpless

The stallion tossed his head, still trying in vain to free himself from the thorns - in fact the more he struggled the more the roses were able to get a grip on him and bite and tear - when the fire came. For all of Ashetta's soothing words, fire was still a thing to be feared and respected, and the unicorn did rear up this time, letting out a scream of panic. Luckily that ended up snapping a good few vines, and Ashe's flames managed to free him of the rest. As the rosebuds snapped and hissed and shrieked their displeasure, the stallion made his move, stamping down the flowers wherever he could and moving to position himself so he was guarding the small woman with his flank. Snorting at her, he leant down to butt her with his nose, as if to indicate that she ought to climb the fuck on so they could run. Random Event