Jasiri squealed as the mare suddenly stopped, trying to plant her hooves down in the dirt and pivot at the same time. She could feel her rage building as she felt stranger's hoof strike her side, but then the black mare was off again. Suddenly, the only thing she could care about was catching up and bringing this stranger to the ground.

She spotted the flash of teeth once she caught up. Without hesitation, she whipped her head at the stranger, her own mouth wide open as her lips pulled back from her yellowing teeth. "Mbwa jike!" she snarled in between her attempts to rake the other with her teeth. She could feel the stranger's own teeth on her neck, but she was too caught up in the moment to feel the pain.

The draft began to drift even closer to the other, leaning her weight against the stranger's body in hopes she would knock her over or slow her down. She was built more for strength than speed, and she knew at this rate she would be forced to slow down soon. Her only mission was to stop this mare. Once she completed that, she could easily deal with whatever came next.