pull my trigger × open, exiles raid

Amaterasu was there. Now he wasn't the best, but, he wasn't terrible. The silver eyes black apprentice sprung out, racing to find someone to attack. His claws were out, just dripping with poison they withheld. He used to be scared of using them, but they could actually kill. At least, he hoped not. Seeing ROXANNE, with fast movements he would attempt to tackle her with claws outstretched. No way would he allow her attacking his clanmates. Or anyone at that, but he had to focus on one for now. He wasn't scared this time, because in this battle, he was bigger, and more confident than in his first.

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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px; line-height:1.5;]They were being attacked? The petite lioness moved without hesitation to the edges of the fray, golden oculars darting across the battlefield, looking for an opponent. She was going to light someone on fire. The apprentice frowned in confusion when she spotted her half-siblings, brow furrowed. Vader was already on the move though, it was not her business.

She had a thought that he might not be happy to see her out here either, but she didn't care; he had no argument. She was an apprentice, not a cub, unlike his blood children who were far too young to be out here. Navi's tail lashed side to side. She could not hit anyone with any kind of awesome fiery blast without hitting her own clanmates. And the one exiler who wasn't being directly attacked by a clanmate was getting chased by a lot of wasps. She could get stung.

Worth it? Not worth it? She didn't know if she was allergic or not. Kriff. That was a pity. She'd wait for an opening then.

Almir's eyes widened slightly as Vader's eyes locked on him, and the cub felt his stomach drop at seeing his father suddenly come towards him. He swallows thickly, back up, then aiming to grab Pluto and drag him backwards. "Okay never mind let's go, we gotta- gotta go."

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(Oops, none of them actually--my bad!)

She stumbled and fell as all five attacks hit her. Son of a bitch. How dare he. Growling, she would shapeshift into her peregrine falcon form and take flight, quickly dodging Amaterasu's attack and glancing at everyone from above. She would swoop down and snatch an NPC child, killing it with one squeeze of her talons, impaling it. Easy enough. But she wished she could get some real children to capture, maybe eat if she had the stomach for it.

Either way, she would attempt to shoot a lightning bolt at Amaterasu.

(Please check battle tags in spoiler!)

Amaterasu gasped as a child nearby him was impaled by talons. His silver optics looked furious, missing an attack and seeing a child be killed. Then, a bright light flashed around him. Lots of pain erupted throughout his body, his fur frizzing out. He let out a hiss, baring out fangs and his eyes going red. A few flutters of his wings, and he was up in the air, speeding as fast as he could towards ROXANNE. He wouldn't give up that easy. He attempted to grab onto Roxanne with all his limbs, and bite into the femme's wing.

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She screeched as he latched onto her wing. Frantically she flapped her free wing, trying to stay elevated but failing horribly. She was descending. Running through a list of moves in her head she settled on conjuring up a sword, holding it in her beak and attempting to jab it into the side of his muzzle, hoping to either impale, release his grip, or both.

Amaterasu was latched on tight, getting confident. However, feeling a sword go through the side of his face made him instantly release. Dammit, he thought. He needed to pay attention and be faster. He'll be dead at this rate. He quickly regained his flying position, and held a paw to his bleeding mouth. His paw was covered in blood. He wasn't completely vampire, he knew the wound would take longer than normal vampires would take to heal. That's okay.
Amaterasu dove down, going faster and faster to catch up to the falling Roxxane. He was determined to scare her away. Even though, he knew he was getting exhausted, he was too stubborn to give up now. He attempted to latch on again to her back, and slash at it twice. Then he would attempt to push off of her and escape from attack.

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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px; line-height:1.5;]She's ready for the attack, ready to take the hit too, if she had to, but she was crouched, prepared to move... Then someone else materialized in front of her. Navi blinks, the strongest flare of surprise she had ever felt flashing through her. Even unknowingly having only half a soul she felt that as powerful as perhaps someone normal would have.

Why? The black lioness can't phantom a why. Why did clanmates just jump out like that in defense? They just got themselves hurt. She wasn't useless. She could take a hit. She was going to light the Exiler on fire for getting so close. She could still do that. Navi swallows the confusion and locks her luminous golden optics on Alcibiades, puffs of smoke escaping her flared nostrils. Bad mistake.

She'd talk to Mob about this later. She wanted to know why he'd so recklessly save her from a scratch when they barely knew each other. There was reason for everything; everything had a reason. Her claws scratch into the ground. Without a word to Mob, she makes a move to lunge forward at the Exiler, unleashing a quick breath of fire in his direction, hoping to, at the very least, singe his side rather painfully.

[ nope, no preferred color, what you're doing is fine
and omg Mob, Navi is so confused I love it cx ]

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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:75%text-align:justify;font-size:11pt]Well, her wing was broken. Just great. And her one wing was getting tired. Great. She barely had time to dodge the attack, but did, miraculously enough. Huffing and on her last leg, she would attempt to conjure up a swarm of wasps, heading straight for him. Regardless if this worked or not she would crash to the ground taking damage and shapeshifting back into her normal feline form.

The black feline screeched in pain. Multiple wasps embedding its stingers into his pelt and wings. He swatted around, trying to hit the insects. Even if he tried to fly away, they stayed attached to him as if he was honey. Wasps were attracted to honey, correct? He shook his head, flailing paws and trying trying to fly away. He was too distracted trying to get rid of wasps to go after Roxanna again.

Vader's hand moved- emotion manipulation. He figured the wasps that the dragon spawned in were actually teleported, as far as he knew, conjuring only worked on objects.

He would take control of the wasps, and added them to his previous swarm that had been reduced to a few hundred, and now had over a thousand wasps at his disposal. They didn't work on Ned, and moved in, aiming to grab the cougar by the neck, and being him to the ground.

"Where is your Starclan now?" He would ask, aiming to rip the book away, and would toss it towards the boys. Trophy. Vader would pull on the cougar, and aim to slam its head up and down, several times, over and over, until they seemed to be incapacitated, and if not, Vader would Aim to throw the cougar several feet away.

He would turn- lenses on Navi, and would aim to send his thousand wasps onto Alcibiades and would conmand them to sting the Exiler if his daughter's fire failed.

He would turn again, right on the boys, and would teleport the book to his trophy room.
Silence, for a moment. Vader's harsh breathing, quicker and just as hollow.

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Hmm. It seemed Darth Vader was adding her wasps to his own swarm. How dark. And evil. Heh. Smashing into an NPC adult and beheading it, she eyed Amaterasu, wondering if he was going to attack again.

The black feline let out a sigh of relief as Darth Vader attracted the swarm of wasps off of him. He would have to thank him later. Everytime he moved, he felt where he was stung. Gritting his teeth, which also hurt because his cheek was torn open, his silver eyes eyed Roxannes feline form. He walked forward, circling her her an occasional limp from the pain. He quickly attempted to leap forward and slash at her side with poisoned claws. Then he would try to jump back. He knew he was uncreative with his moves, but he didn't have special powers besides his claws.

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She could see he was badly injured. Good. However, he still had some spunk in him. She stepped back, his claws piercing her fur. She breathed a sigh or relief. "Face it. I'm too powerful for you, idiot. Give up." SHE snarled, attempting to evoke his worst fears via telepathy.

"Not until the last breathe has been drawn from my body." Amaterasu hissed. Vivid images flashed in front of him. Images of Windclan trialing him to death for killing a clan mate. Images of him losing everyone because of what he was, because he couldnt control himself. Throughout it all, warmth trickled through him, closer to the end, he saw flames. Flames were devouring him. He couldn't escape them. "Stop!" he screeched, trying to get rid of the images. "Please stop it. Make it stop." He was holding his paws to his ears, and squeezing his eyes as tightly as he could. Had he really resorted to begging? He knew he wasn't strong enough, yet he kept fighting. He slashed outwards, hoping to hit Roxanne without sight. He wanted it to end.