Miras, looking at the horse thing getting closer, said, "We really have some rotten luck."
Mattias, shaking him back and forth, said, "Come on, do something. I don't want to die, and I'm sure as hell you don't want to either."
Miras, hitting him on the head, said, "Stop shaking me." Looking at the creature, he sighed. "We could probably trip it over and then kill it."
Mattias, holding his head, said, "Why don't you just use that slashing ability you used before?"
Miras, turning a little to look back at him sheepishly, said, "I don't know, take a guess."
Mattias, swallowing hard, looked him dead in the eyes. "You're out of energy?"
Miras smirked, then struck a mysterious pose. "I'm actually just hungry." As the words left his lips, his stomach growled.
Mattias narrowed his eyes, unamused. "What even do you eat?"
Miras, pointing at the horse that was so close now, was this time met with a hit on the head from Mattias.
Mattias, holding the hand he just used to hit Miras, looked at the horse. "Leaving that aside, we need to find a way to deal with it because it's getting really close."
Miras, crouching and holding his head, said, "Like I said, we need a trap."
Mattias, looking at his wings, grinned ear to ear. "Should I just let me set it up?"
Miras, looking helplessly at Mattias, watched as he walked towards him. "What are you doing?"
Mattias, looking at him, just grinned. "You said we needed a trap, right?"
Miras, confused and concerned, nodded. "You're… that's what I said."
Mattias, not wasting a second, started pulling out one of his feathers. "Then don't get mad at me."
Miras, screaming out of surprise and shock, shouted, "WHAT THE HELL! LEAVE MY WINGS ALONE!!!"
Mattias, pulling even harder as Miras continued screaming, said, "What the hell are these made of? Why are they so hard to pull out?"
"GET OFF ME!!" Miras shouted, trying to kick Mattias away.
Mattias exhaled slowly after finally managing to pull one out, glancing at Miras, who was holding his wings and stroking them. "On the bright side, we have something to stop the horse with."
Miras, looking at him with murderous intent, then mumbled, "Die… die… die… die…"
Mattias, looking at him, just said, "Creepy."
Miras, looking at him, just sighed, still annoyed. "Whatever. What are you going to do with it?"
The sky above hit with thunder as both Miras and Mattias stayed at the feather.
"I'm going to plant it in the ground," he murmured, pointing toward the ground.
Miras, giving up on life, just looked up. "I have always wondered if horrors have a heaven or hell. Looks like I'm going to know soon." He dramatically closed his eyes.
Mattias looked at him, just planted the feather in the ground, and tilted it to face the horse. "….."
Miras then looked at him as he had finished planting the feather, both stepping back as the horse finally reached it, ran over it, cutting it open, and dropping dead at their feet.