SUBMIT OR PERISH [Scarclan Raid]

"Well, aren't you full of piss and vinegar?" Sasha laughed as she appeared, eyes locked on Chemical. "What? Scared of a few kitty cats in a mountain pass? That's a bit pathetic, if I do say so myself. Now, nornally I'm one to reason with people, but... It seems to me the stick up your ass is too deep to remove. So eh, let's do this the easy way. We'll fight, winner gets the pass. Sound easy enough?"
Sasha grinned, shifting into a more suitable body for a battle against Chemical specifically. Her fur was pure white, and the growl that echoed from the polar bear was nothing short of a battle cry. Claws dug into the ground, ready to attack.
"Go ahead. Try to hit me." Sasha laughed, her overly-cocky side being revealed. "If you're able to, that is."

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Was that...? No, it couldn't be. Mental was convinced Chemical Warfare had died long ago. That was what he could remember from when he had lived in Bloodclan as the one-antlered tiny blind ginger kitten, Bourbon. Mentalproblems was unable to hide the surprise on his maw as he trotted up to stand beside Sasha, but was quickly able to shift his expression to a calm, collected neutral face. That was then, this is now, right?

He was fully ready to try to come to a conclusion about the claiming of the mountain territory which he personally deemed entirely worthless, but Sasha spoke first, taunting them of all things. He didn't really blame her, though, since the Scarclan leader had obviously made no attempt to avoid a fight. Anti-clanners, always obsessed with the adrenaline rush of a fight, like stupid hormonal teenagers. He shifted into his large Siberian tiger, claws flexing in preparation to fight. "Chemical Warfare, you come here as a 'warning' and yet you tromp all over our territory and, judging by the fact that you brought your whole group here, obviously intended to purposely begin a fight. I don't know what reaction you could be expecting except the attack you were instigating."

It looked like the leader himself was unavailable as Thunderclan's own little overly competitive deputy had leapt into battle. His amber optics locked onto the only other Scarclanner who seemed battle-worthy, a tiny amused grin on his maw. Two equally small clans fighting, each having only 2 competent members so far. He was willing to bet that this victory would be whoever had the most members, as was for most battles these days. "So I'm assuming you're here to attack us too, hmm? I can deal with that." He leapt forward with a mighty push from his strong hind legs, a large clawed paw raised as he attempted to slam his paw sideways and slash November's face.

"Damn straight." Sasha said, looking at Chemical's muscles to anticipate his movements. "But I think the one getting the scars will be Scarclan as a whole."
The fae watched his muscles tense, anticipated his lunge, and jumped to the side just in time to avoid the mass of the swing. It caught her muzzle a bit, and she could feel the sting from a couple cuts on her nose. Her eyes remained locked on Chemical, grinning as his face jolted forwards towards hers.
Her paw sunk into the earth just a bit, using her talons to rip up a wad of hard packed earth and rock. Just as his mouth was close enough, the fae aimed to jam the wad of hard earth and rock into his jaws, risking her arm to get bit as she did so. If successful, she could only hope that the rocks and hard earth was enough to break or chip his teeth, and stun him just long enough for her to smack him across the face with all her might, claws curved to deal some damage.

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/BOURBON? BOI C':

Luckily, Thunderclan wasn't an ally of either of his clans, so he could safely show his ass to the fight. Anyway, the shaytanin didn't pay much attention to the shit talking. He definitely wasn't present to listen to some politicians debate or provide his own verbal insight, nah that was a waste of breath. He was here to the adrenaline trip, the fighting, all that good nasty shit that came with blood and guts. Yum. "Stealing your man, soz dude," the large pseudo canid would apologize to November as he launched his own powerful body forward, his claws outstretched in an attempt to rake MENTALPROBLEMS'S flank. It was kinda rude on his part to steal a clanmates opponent but, oh well. There wasn't enough to go around it seemed.
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"This is just upsetting. My my, we've claimed this land before Scarclan, so why should we just hand it over?" The serval would appear beside Sasha, eyes locked on the leader. He sneers at him, rolling his shoulders before moving to speak again. "I suggest you leave, don't-" Seemed too late for that. Fragilestar gawked and then found himself staring at the other leader with wide, blowout eyes. He sighs, kneading the dirt with his paws and shaking his head. "So disappointing, really."

The male lunges forward, aiming to block Daresso's attack on Mental. He moves back easily, then whips around to try and slam his entire weight onto Chemical's side, hoping to get him away from Sasha.

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"Wowza, fam," the shaytanin would laugh as Fragilestar came at him. Thankfully, servals were comparably small to his size, so the pseudo canid would easily take a bounding leap over the Thunderclan leader, before rounding on them. So, his attack on Mental was stopped, however, his attention was solely focused on the guy who cockblocked him.

Per usual, he unknowingly would utter something so awfully gay. "Do you really want me?" To be technical, Daresso did speak during his spars, usually small comments and remarks but only if he was pumped by his adrenaline and had an opening to speak. Running a tongue over his teeth, the canine noted that Unknownpaw was targeting the same serval. But that was no matter, he supposed they would have to share at this rate.

The Scarclanner took to the opposite flank of the Thunderclanner, aiming to give FRAGILESTAR a quick rake along that side. He couldn't do anything drastic yet, he couldn't trust Unknownpaw to not poke his eye out by accident.

//is #00FFFF your attack color? or would you prefer another one? just checking :^)
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Sasha roared in pain at the bite on her paw, though it clearly didn't deter her from striking his head. She had made attempts to grip Chemicals jaw while her paw was in her mouth, but the grip was too great and refrained her from any movement. As she was finally released, the fae didn't brace or dodge Chemical coming towards her, but instead threw her weight into him with the same goal, to knock the breath from out of him.
Roaring a bit as the air began to escape her lungs, her paws flung upwards to grab his head, aiming to grip his jaw in her jaws and yank downwards. She wasn't sure if she was strong enough to injure his jaw, much less break it, but at the most she expected it to yank him downwards towards the earth. As she did this, her eyes caught sight of his tail beginning to swing, and decided to use it to her advantage.
The fae brought her body close to Chemicals, back paw aiming to step on his neck and use it as a step to launch herself up into the air. If she had been successful with this, she would hope to witness the tail slam into Chemical's own head, before landing on him. If not, she could expect to get a nice mark on her flank from the spikes. As she landed, however, her paw would collapse under her weight, and roll off of Chemical leaving her in searing pain, as her paw had broken.

//helpful bump for @Nuclear Warfare