Fury washed away any other feeling that she might have held. It erased her grief for the only stallion she had ever loved, for the only man that ever seen her as a woman and not a commodity, the first person to ever treat her with respect because of who she was, and not what she did. The anger even overshadowed the fear that she had for her little panther as they both descended upon the grey-coated stranger. She could see the anger in his eyes and echoed it with her own rage-filled scream. To have held everything she had ever wanted in her life in her hands only to have it stolen away by a stranger was the cruelest twist of fate that Sidika could have imagined, and she knew she could not face this future.

It would be her or him.

She could not bear to go on without the potential of Maslakhat. As bad as his temporary disappearance had been, it quailed in comparison to the finality that lay on the ground behind them. The prospect of life without him stretched grey and endless before her with no end in sight. She'd gone fifteen years without having someone to love, and even though her little panther lingered behind, she knew he was strong enough to live alone. There was no coming back for Maslakhat. There was no reanimating a corpse, she knew. She'd tried more times than she could count at the behest of grieving family members but healing was not magic and wishful thinking didn't bring back the dead.

A triumphant screech exits her chest as the dappled stranger falls to the ground, but she is unprepared for such an outcome and soars past him on the same trajectory without utilizing her advantage. Whirling like a mad dervish, she swings back to him just as he rushes at her and they lock into battle again. Not even the interruption of Corona is enough to sway Sidika's grief-fueled frenzy, and she darts around the protective shield of her friend with an anguished growl and throws herself at him again. The motion is telegraphed, and she knows from the moment that her hoof slips and changes her trajectory that it is lost.

Time slows as his back hooves launch toward her face and she knows with sickening clarity what must happen next. There is no time to dodge or to avoid the blow. Death is coming for her, she knows. In that fraction of a second all she can think is that she is grateful. Dying now means that she will not have to live a moment longer with only half a heart.

Dying now is an escape, and the thought of that brings only relief.

The blow to her temple is instant, the bones of her skull cracking from the impact and rendering her lifeless before her golden body collapses limply on the ground. In those brief moments, as her consciousness repeals rapidly away from the land of the living, she only wishes she could give her pather one last I love you before she goes.

OOC: Oop, sorry DarQ <3 This was planned for her from before <3 <3 <3