The Nevadian could sense the enemies malice, the Noble somehow managing to keep up with the blistering pace set by the Nevadian. His presence loomed large over Held.
It mattered little.
If the Noble were blessed with omniscience, he perhaps would have seen the Nevadian smile slightly. He was not expecting the Noble to be of such preternatural speeds, but a Unicorn was to be hunted at ones own peril.
With a grunt of effort, the Nevadian at once ceased his his breakneck speed, slamming on the breaks and staggering to a halt. He thrusts his weapons outwards, away from his body.
Unicorn's Mane Rejects Destruction!
The Nevadian curled into a ball as his hair rapidly grow at length, protruding outwards, shattering the bindings that held his hair in place. It covered his entire body--save his arms, extended before him as he Held his weapons of choice-- in a protective shell of hair, hard and sturdy enough to earn Katchins respect. Almost as swiftly as the shell had formed, spines grew from the hair, turning the Nevadian Orb into a spiked ball, with each protrusion over a yard long.
Perhaps, had he not followed so closely, his would have had more time to evade--It would be far more difficult now. To make matters worse for his assailant, the combination of factors--the Nevadians sudden stop, and the Nobles continuing momentum, would ensure that the latter fell upon the spines with a force multiplied by the force of his collision with the Nevadian.