(so drop your guard) (COVENANT RAID)

Lunarpaw smiled thankfully and looked at Demonblood. She whispered quietly, "You're taller than I remember," She was trying to lighten the mood and she winced. Making a joke about her immobility maybe wasn't the best idea she had had, but she just looked into Demonblood's eyes, and a little glint of hope was shinning in Lunarpaw's eye.

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Lunarpaw closed her eyes, and unexpectedly blacked out again.

OOC: Wow... so short... lol.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=#666360; height: 340px; width: 255px; overflow:auto;] Good, now it was just one on one. This made things much simpler to handle, which was what Matrix had been aiming for. Though emotions did not cloud his judgement, he knew enough about them to twist others' in his favor. He threw his opponent to the ground, and got on top of him, but was surprised when the other lizard hissed and flipped him so that they switched places. A hiss escaped from his own jaws as he fought off his opponent's poisonous teeth. Matrix used his hind legs to claw at Dragoondawn's exposed underbelly, and the tom backed off with another hiss. Matrix rolled onto his feet and lunged to attack, but Dragoondawn shifted back into his dragon form and slammed a claw down on top of him. Well, two could play that game. He shifted back into his black dragon form and grabbed Dragoondawn's claw and twisted it until the other roared in pain. The larger red dragon tried to shove him off, but he readjusted his grip and twisted a little farther until it snapped. The resultant roar was nearly deafening to the black dragon. "Your hesitation to do what is necessary is what holds you back," Matrix explained.

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Pain shot up his arm as the smaller dragon still held it tight. He snarled, but knew that the Skullian was right. He wasn't a killer; how could he be? Why would he be? He was no judge and executioner, as Diamonddust or Masked thought that they could be.

He'd never taken a life before, and he never wanted to.

"How can you protect your clan if you aren't willing to kill for it?"

Dragoondawn roared again as Matrix twisted a little farther. The pain was so intense, and he knew that Matrix was trying to worm his way into Dragoon's head.

It was working.

Could he really do that? Would he really be a good leader? He would die for his clanmates, yes, but would he really kill for them? Could he kill for them? Maybe he was never meant to take over. Diamonddust had the stomach for that sort of thing, but Dragoondawn always wanted to see the light in the world. Maybe that light just wasn't there anymore.

A tear rolled down his cheek from the pain.

"Pathetic."

Dragoondawn's nostrils flared, and a snarl erupted from his maw. His tail swung up and caught the black dragon unawares. It was enough to get Matrix to release Dragoondawn's arm, which he cradled to his chest. With his other unbroken arm, he lunged forward and grabbed Matrix by the throat and slammed him to the ground. Matrix's tail whipped up, but he used a hind leg to stop it, and then put his weight on it until he heard it snap.

"You misjudge me. My not killing you is not a sign of weakness, but of strength." He pressed a little harder on Matrix's throat as a gurgling laugh escaped from him. "Something funny?"

"Your sorry idealism will cause you much hardship. I would enjoy watching you suffer," the dragon choked, as his claws lashed out.

Dragoondawn snarled again as blood seeped down many cuts, and he bent over close. "[color=#ffab3d]You are not as tough as you think." With that, he squeezed the male's throat just long enough for him to pass out, and then released his hold and shifted to his mink body as he rolled over in pain as he felt the echo-injuries under his skin. A groan escaped his maw as he fell off of the dragon.

Lunarpaw did not wake up from Demonblood lifting her on her back, but did shift a little in her unconscious dreaming.

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Dragoondawn glanced at James biting the unconscious dragon's tail. "James!" he coughed. He spat to the side and blood came out. Oh that was not good.

"Leave him be; I doubt he can do anything more while unconscious," he grunted.

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ymir hissed, eyes flashing upwards as the falcon avoided his attack. his eyes widened just a bit as the other leader shifted into a new body, one considerably larger and stronger than his own. damn this hairless cat body. he narrowly dodged the attack to his neck, but was instead hit near the base of his tail. the captain growled, baring his fangs at the robotic cheetah. he whipped his body around, not exactly prepared for the blow to his side. ymir was knocked backwards, landing in the dirt. he lost his breath for a moment, desperately trying to consume oxygen. once he was finally able to, he heaved himself into a standing position, glaring at masked. there wasn't much he could do with this damn body. so instead, he waited for the other to make a move.

[justify][size=10]ymir knew he was in no shape to be battling, especially with masked being able to change her form so easily.. her bodies were better too, more helpful for whatever the hell she was going to do with him. he struggled to get away, but it was already too late. he felt the claws dig into his back and sides, causing him to grimace at the pain. this was it, he supposed.