Mist and sand swirled together like a tornado during a sandstorm. Something which Ezra had never before seen in his life. As he drew nearer it made his eyes sting further, his nose, his throat! Far different from the icy winds which made his eyes water and his nose drip so much it might slip off his muzzle.

Red eyes squinted, he decided to only open them briefly before his attacks. Simple enough - his targets were great big and blue. As he came to notice, those who he might consider ally were mostly all white, easy to distinguish in the haze. Then, a flying of hooves and horn. During the fight, Ezra did not quite realize there was some sort of deer (?) fighting at their side.

"Teeth" sunk into the back of Ezra's neck at his nape, as his own jaws met the lower portion of the blue-beast's neck. Stinging pain that burned like fire. Ezra battled on.