CRAZY EQUALS GENIUS — blizzardclan raid : o

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    Charlotte cringed as she felt her blood boil, but she tried to push past it. "why forgive me? We-we. Stop messing with my mind. You are just the worst." the saber tiger growled as she aimed to push him out of her mind, with a mind block. As she did this, she attempted to cut him again with her sword.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]berry gritted his pearly teeth as he was cut again, whimpering softly in response to the pain. * BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN YOU! he was bloody, the fur of his upper half nearly matching the color of his bandanna. * YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS! ah, he was guilt-tripping. nevertheless, the small feline aimed to send the pain of his wounds to her, deciding to seize the closer proximity by conjuring a sharpened bone and aiming to shove it into her chest with his telekinesis.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]Neue had been itching for an excuse to fight. He had gotten too lax living in BlizzardClan, no matter how short of time he had spent there. There was a queasy feeling in his gut, as he rushed in with the rest of his clanmates, a sickening reminder that his brother wasn't around to save his ass anymore. He had to do this on his own.


    He.. could do this, right? Right. Claws unsheathed, he looked around for someone to fight.
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    hes open for capture!! nwo

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][size=9pt]A raid? Iago found himself perched in a tree, gazing down at all the little ants that were his clanmates and enemies, brawling like barbarians down below. A smirk crossed his face; how utterly pathetic. Why waste your time growing physically strong when you could become powerful with your mind? He was untouchable - those BlizzardClanners couldn't land a mere scratch on him if they tried, miserable idiots. He gave a sigh that bubbled up into a low chuckle at the thought. Quietly, he would scan the battlefield, keeping an eye on everyone's auras using his sight. And then he saw it - a fiery, bright orange aura tinged with a sickly purple in the center, with a ring of red around that. How.. intriguing. And it belonged to a BlizzardClanner! A creepy smile spread across his face, and he attempted to manipulate TAKUMI so that he would punch himself in the face, hopefully falling unconscious. With that being done, the slender male would then try to work his way into Circus' mind and send him a telepathic message: "Ah - if you wouldn't mind, sir, I'll take care of this one. I have big plans.'


    tfw you have to make your own two characters fight each other for a plot
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    [hr]Oh fuck. Being launched into a tree wasn't exactly the best feeling but..she had endured much, much worse. Letting out a winded gasp, she got back up again quickly, deciding to simply conjure up a small katana. It was the best she could probably do- back in her human life, she had learned how to be a sniper, not a swordswoman. Though, from her practice with Sol's blade, she knew a little bit how to handle herself, and she hoped that would aid her well enough in the fight here.
    [b]After conjuring her weapon, she charged at Bubonic, trying to fake him out by diving from the right, then to the left, trying to drag the blade across his chest in the process.


    [ also, because mariko is stupid, she can try and take america hostage c; ]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify]✯ — [size=9pt]Luckily Takumi's bow was made of metal, so the splintering attack did not work. He probably would've curled up into a ball and cried right then and there had his bow been destroyed. However, he had been unable to avoid Circus' second attack - he gave quite the undignified squeak as the larger creature rolled over him, craning his neck as to keep his head from being crushed. He winced; one of his ribs had probably cracked, judging by the horrible sound he'd heard. As he was thinking of a way to escape, however, he felt his opponent simply get up and leave. Relieved but also a bit startled, the paladin trainee scrambled to his paws, blinking after Circusclown. Huh. Where was he going? Takumi had actually been moments from calling out some snarky comment to the guy when he felt the strangest tingling sensation in his head, and then before he knew it his paw was twitching and he reached up and just punched himself in the face. He probably looked like a complete and utter idiot, but he didn't have much time to reflect on how embarrassed he was, seeing as he fell unconscious on the spot, head throbbing.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama was a little late, but she had fortunately come when she had. Seeing Takumi tumble to the ground, the servaline would pick up into a sprint, attempting to shove herself protectively between her fallen comrade, and IAGO. She hadn't stumbled across this Exiler before, so she was running on the assumption that he was new.. Though, the servaline tended to be accustomed to fighting the usual 'Exile-veterans', she could adjust.. She was only worried incase he had a particular moveset or fighting-style that would give her a nasty surprise. She'd attempt to conjure her trident, and swing it against his side, hopefully bringing him to stumble into the earth, that she would proceed to manipulate into jagged-ruptures in the ground.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]The Leader, he thought, reckoned that it would be fitting if he went after the other Blizzardclan Leader, Tama. And the fact that she was already focused in on one Exiler, Iago, gave him all the more reason to protect a member of his people and bolster the Exiles along in this raid. Unlike many who released obnoxious war cries before charging, Rick would remain silent as he came up behind the Blizzardclan Leader and attempted to sink his claws into the servals rump, and drag her backwards away from Iago. If that was successful or not, Rick would attempt to swing the much smaller wildcat into the ground and then slam his metal prosthetic down onto her chest. And because he was a siberian tiger, he doubted that she would be able to use pure strength to get him off unless she had powers hidden up her sleeve.

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][size=9pt]Oh? And who was this? Iago watched as Tama tried to protect the one he had taken out, his eyebrows quirking upward. So she was a BlizzardClanner, then. No matter - as he was still up in the safety of his tree, most of her attacks would be unable to reach him. A smirk curled over his lips when Rick attacked the troublesome creature and, seeing his chance, he teleported down next to his capture and then away again, with Takumi in paw.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]A bored frown was set on the feline's maw as he entered the battlefield. So this was the territory of the ever so famous clan, The Exiles. In all honesty, it wasn't much of a sight to the tom. The only fortunate thing about the area, was that the terrain was flat and safe. There didn't seem to be many obstacles that got in the way of fighting. Whether he was being bias here or not, Ato felt that Blizzardclan's territory was much more extravagant. The lanky feline followed behind Lucina and glanced around for an enemy to attack. His sharp, honey optics found their way over to Takumi's battle. The combatant's hues widened in slight surprise when the albino attacked himself. Rather than laughing at his rival's strange behavior, he chose to check on the male instead. The blonde tom warily began to approach the paladin trainee. Even if they didn't have the best relationship, Takumi was still a clanmate. Their rivalry shouldn't have gotten in the way of their battles.


    As soon as he began to pad closer, he stopped in his tracks to see an ominous figure hovering over Takumi's body. A bemused scowl crossed his lips before he unsheathed his claws to attack the Exiler. Though before he could land a hit on the stranger, the male had already disappeared with Takumi. Ato clenched his teeth as he stared at the area his comrade's body had previously been on. He hesitated on searching for the male, but stopped himself to regain his composure. Takumi may have possibly been captured, but they were still in the middle of a battle. He averted his cold gaze to the other Exilers and searched for one to attack.
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    //track post unless somebody decides to attack this doggo

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