Many and more joined the fray, and Nakhtmin was glad for their foe's consistency of colour and scent — elsewise it might be difficult to tell friend apart! He charged another spirit-beast, and bucked hard when its fellow lunged atop his flank.
He threw his head back with a bellow, dislodging them with a well-aimed slash of his horns, and rounded on the braver attacker. Let them come, let them all come! He was Nakhtmin, and this desert would be his claim when he sent them fleeing in terror!
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!

