From take-downs to tiger claws

[sharpwit]

Sharp nearly laughed upon seeing the utmost confusion on the changeling's face as he made yet another leap for him, this time successfully pinning the insect-like creature down to the ground by his wings. Pushing the former Inspector off and recovering quickly, the changeling drone glared at his adversary before letting out a snarl and attempting to copy the stallion's tackle.
Oh, this is glorious, Sharp grinned to himself as he watched his enemy soar into the air and dive back down. With an unprecedented speed, the pegasus unleashed a sweeping kick directly at the changeling's stomach (thorax?) and sending him back into the air.
Managing to catch himself in the air, the changeling opened his eyes to see that the stallion had flown up to meet him- but this time, something was off. Is... Is he drunk?! the changeling asked itself incredulously as he watched the Inspector sway in the wind, his wings shifting and beating at an unstable pace. Deciding to take advantage of his opponent's apparent dizziness, the changeling charged yet again- only to be dodged and hit by yet another sweeping kick. Turning around, the changeling had just enough time to look back up to see the grey pegasus leer at him before delivering a barrage of loose yet surprisingly hard-hitting swipes and and punches. With a gleeful cackle and one final sweep kick, the stallion sent the drone back down to the earth at a blinding pace.
The changeling groaned and picked itself up, the chitin around his body cracked and chipped. He scowled upon seeing the pegasus fly around with childish mirth, and was further infuriated upon seeing his entire platoon dismembered, knocked out, or otherwise unwilling to fight back. Those reinforcements couldn't come fast enough, he thought to himself as he steeled up his will for one last bought with the stallion.