Alicarde's frustration climbed to its zenith. The bicorn collapsed weakly to its knees, gasping for air as he sat atop its broad back. The steed growled feebly, its dark body trembling under the weight of Alicarde's command. Its eyes, usually fierce, were now dull and strained, reflecting the intense exertion it felt.
Carrisa smiled at the sight, her eyes still aloof. Despite the smile akin to a naive young maiden who had just discovered her first love, there was a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. The other women observed quietly, confusion apparent on their faces as they tried to understand the situation.
Alicarde scowled as he dismounted the dark bicorn. The beast struggled to stand, its legs wobbling weakly. Fury ignited in his chest, and without warning, he spun around, delivering a forceful kick to the bicorn's side.