Horses had a sense abiut them of when to be quiet. When foals were born,for one example, or when catastrophe was close at hand. Though if it was the latter, surely it was for this man. Zatana almost wanted to have some mercy on the man as the wicked mare fought the assassin for his cloak. Trained to fight along with her own disposition, the mare was a fiend and for this very reason had yet to be stolen. The last thug who had tried on the road to the Empire of Man had found himself nursing a broken arm and some bruises. The bit in the mare's mouth stalling off her bite, but her hooves were just as efficient.

Stepping forward she sent her blade at the man's bad leg again. He could not fight with one leg, and she truly did not expect the long blade to hit. Drawing another from the back of her neck, Zatana adjusted her grip and lunged forward. Smiling as the man cut through his own cloak to engage her and escape the mare. While the cloak was a burden he was now free of, it was also a disguise. He was shedding one defense after the other and Zatana found herself wanting to lay his soul bear and garner his secrets.

Fainting toward his wounded side, she pulled the move at the last second. Her knife both moving toward new and different targets. One towards his good leg, the other to intercept his likely block via his hand. If successful, she would be grinning in cruel delight as her daggers struck his inner thigh and sliced deeply into the hand holding one of his daggers.

Jumping back to avoid locking blades, Zatana cursed silently as her feet slipped in the straw. The mare screaming a insult as she half reared and bucmed within her stall. The wood rattling as the mare longed for battle. Righting herself, the drow darted toward toward uninjured side again, this time seeking seeking lock blades. Injured from her first attack or no, her foot would snake about and jerk the injured knee to throw her opponent off balance. One hand dropping her own knife to punch the man in his groin and then work up his soft stomach before she retreated again her eyes quickly darting about to read the situation.