WE'RE TALKING TOO LOUD // open, BloodClan raid

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    Righto, here we go. Horizon thought to himself as he led the other BloodClanners towards WindClan's camp, his heart already pounding from the worry he felt about Oliver. And from running obviously, but it was mostly the confrontation with Oliver.


    But maybe meeting the griffon here was a good thing. Maybe it was time to put an end to their little friendship type of thing. Sure, Oliver was in Westeros, an ally of BloodClan's, but he was also the leader of WindClan. A long time enemy of BloodClan's that should stay an enemy. Whatever Horizon and Oliver had, it was time for it to be shot down. They were no longer partners in the Eclipse Force, working on things together. And he had to prove that.


    "BloodClan, let's go!" Horizon shouted as he ran through the border, hoping to alert a few WindClanners. Oliver specifically, but hey, anyone would do.


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    Soon after Horizon shot through the borders, Smenkhkare also came across, letting out a loud howl. This was gonna be his warcry and he was trying to make it as impressive as he could as he dashed forward onto WindClan land. "YIPEE KI AAAAAAAAAAAAY, motherfuckers!!!!!" the hybrid called as he charged, finally skidding to a stop to find....no one yet. He was a bit disappointed, but they had just arrived--they should give it some time, after all.

    Luke was out on patrol, as he tried making it his daily routine to check at least once a day. He sensed BloodClan before he saw and heard them. Of all times they would be raided. It never made sense to the lion why such things happened, and it was rather disappointing there were people out there willing to start trouble out of nothing. He was careful in his approach, moving to meet them before they made it to camp. "Why are you here?" Words never worked, but he might as well try. If anything, he wanted to know why they were being attacked. They hadn't done anything to deserve it, as far as he knew.

    While he had brokered peace with Bloodclan, he hadn't followed through with the promise of an alliance litter. Still, it distressed him to see Jackdaw and the other Bloodclanners, namely Horizon, be so willing to turn on Windclan, and him. As the griffin scouted the group from the air, he tucked his wings in and dropped like a stone, gradually gaining speed until he opened his wings and flapped hard to land with only a small thud in front of Horizon. Like Luke, he hoped to end this with words before it started.


    "Horizon..." he started, but didn't know how to continue. The hurt expression on his face probably said more than words ever could.


    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, current Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    Hmm, didn't seem like Windclan had a full force here. Too bad for them. The maned wolf walked forward with an amused look on his muzzle. Honestly he was here more to play around then to actually fight someone to the death. His bushy tail flicked back and forth as he narrowed his gaze on the Windclan leader before he moved forward then. "What happened to our agreement Oliver?"

    Barbara strode forward close behind Horizon, scanning Windclan's territory silently with her small nose lifted toward the wind. The scene was almost tranquil asidd from Horizon's call and- "Christ!" Barb complained as Smenkhkare came running over screaming. What was with this kid? Who even let him fight? She remembered her first raid - how she and her brother had been doing great until an Exiler carried her off. The battlefield was no place for children - they were stupid and reckless. Even if most adults were too.


    Oh, here came the fun, though. Their targets - Windclanners - had arrived. Oliver looked like someone had just killed his first born child. What, could he not handle a little raid? When she heard Luke speak, she snapped, "Why does it look like we're here? We're here to beat your asses." Duh. She reminded herself, however, that Windclanners were ridiculously slow - as were most people. When Jackdaw spoke up, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Couldn't they get to killing them now? She wasn't here for stupid, petty politics.


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    They did pretty good defending against sunclan, so why should windclan be any scarier? Bounding into enemy territory, the girl would stop herself next to her littermate, curiously listening to what the adults were saying. Wasn't this a raid? Why weren't they fighting yet? But, she wasn't about to throw the first punch especially since her dad seemed like he wanted to say a few words before the fighting began. So, Amunet did not attack just yet but the girl was still on guard.

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    What's the point in talking? Aren't they supposed to be fighting? The already annoyed creature is made even more annoyed by this little scene. Just get the business done, Jack. Oh, and great, another griffin to remind him what he's lost. Peachy. Apex flies around, not wanting to land yet, though he's certain the element of surprise for him has already been ruined since he had to stop mid-entrance for this little chat Jackdaw initiated. He's tempted to fly back home.


    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, current Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    It was damn good thing Anakin didn't know about the alliance litter yet, or angry Bloodclanners would be the least of Oliver's problems. Alliance Litters were against the 48 Laws of Power- and it made Oliver look desperate.


    Windclan could be outnumbered, but not outmatched. Anakin was already picking his targets- two for each of them, possibly, but Jackdaw had to be one on one.


    His lenses traveled to the one who gave the ridiculous warcry, and wanted to call them an embarrassment. Do not offend the wrong person.


    Anakin finally moved, pulling his hindlegs forward, and stood up, rising on his back legs. The sounds of joint popping and a mechanical whirr was covered by the hollow, unending breathing.


    Anakin stood fourteen feet tall, high above the Bloodclanners, casting his shadow onto them, head angled up to take note of the flying bloodclanner, and promptly rolled his eyes.

    They couldn't see that, though.


    He looked down at the Bloodclanners, tilting his head, and considering who was dumb enough to be weak to Mind tricks.


    His hands moved, clamping to rest on his built- bringing attention to Rock Grimes' Axe and Bill Cipher's eyepatch.


    "What do you think you have to gain, Jackdaw?" he asked, his voice a deep, rumbling base- commanding and stoic. He squared his shoulders and spread his feet, his cape kissing the ground. Anakin Skywalker stood like a mountain, ancient and immovable, untouched and calm.


    As far as the Bloodclanners knew, this was Darth Vader, the walking slaughterhouse.



    Horizon stared back at Oliver, trying to hold back the cry of sorrow that was threatening to rise. Oliver had been a friend, a partner he worked with, but the guy gave up himself to some prissy ass Clan that BloodClan has always known as the enemy. So long as Oliver was leader of WindClan and came on their terms, he wasn't a friend of Horizon's.


    The devil's attention was drawn away from the griffin as Anakin strode up, and he stepped forward a bit, as if preparing to launch himself at the large cyborg. Anakin was a clear threat, Oliver wasn't much of one, and the other lion that showed up? He didn't seem to be much of one either. But what made Horizon stop? Not when Anakin rose to stand on his hind legs, oh no, Horizon was too headstrong for that. No, it was the eyepatch that Anakin bore that caught the little devil's attention. The was only one creature he knew of that wore that particular, triangle-shaped eyepatch. "Wh-where'd you get that?" Horizon barked up at Anakin, ears flattening a bit. Did he... kill Bill? But that was supposed to be his job, not some random ass lion-creature-hybrid-thing!


    He was supposed to be the one that destroyed his father. He was supposed to be the one to show Bill how much pain he's been through. He was supposed to be the one to show Bill how it felt to be tricked by someone he thought cared for him. He was supposed to be the one Cipher kid who proved to the others that they could overcome their father, that Bill wasn't as strong as they said they were. But that was ruined now, wasn't it? Horizon's spotlight was stolen by some prissy ass cyborg creature who thought he was all big-and-bad because of it! Granted, Horizon probably would've been the same way, but it was him who was supposed to bring Bill down. Not Anakin.


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    Anakin's head turned, looking down at Horizon, and letting his breathing continued for two beats. "I ripped it off Bill's face myself." He said, his voice giving the impression of a sneer. "And he succumbed to me." Anakin warned- moving to the axe. "I took this with Rick Grimes dying breath," he then gestured to the knife, "and took this from his daughter." Anakin crossed his arms, leaning forward slightly.


    "What of it, boy?"

    Luke looked from Barbara, who told him exactly what he had expected, to Jackdaw. His eyes narrowed. Agreement? He unfortunately had an inkling as to what that agreement would've been. He repressed a deep sigh, glancing over the others. Of all the things to fight about. "Jackdaw, you've got something with Oliver, then. Was it necessary to drag the rest of your clan into it?"

    Horizon couldn't hide the shock on his face at Anakin's words. The WindClanner spoke as if it were easy to make Bill bow down to him, which Horizon hardly believed. Even when he had been in the Eclipse Force, Phantom spoke as if Bill was a clear threat, and Horizon had always believed that Bill was undefeatable. Obviously everyone has their weaknesses, Horizon just had to figure out what Bill's was. But he never got to, although maybe that was a good thing.


    But if it was so easy to make Bill cower like Anakin was making it seem, then how come Phantom and everyone else seems to think Bill is some sort of undefeatable god? Even Horizon believed it, though Anakin's words were making him question it. Bill was obviously able to be defeated somehow. So why did everybody fear them? It makes no sense. Bill clearly wasn't as strong as they thought they were, yet somehow people still thought they were immortal.


    "That was supposed to be my job." Horizon replied, glaring up at Anakin, speaking his thoughts a loud. He did ponder on how the WindClanner was able to achieve that, but those questions could be asked later. Or never, because Horizon wasn't going to ask the enemy for things. If Bill was gone, then why even bother? The devil shuffled a bit as Anakin reached towards the axe, as if half-expecting him to throw it.


    Rick Grimes. Horizon briefly remembered the guy leading The Exiles, but that wasn't much of a memory. He definitely wasn't Bill, so Horizon didn't care much for him. No, Bill was the only one Horizon cared about bringing down, that's the only goal he had in this life. But if Bill was gone, then... what purpose did he have here?


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    The red spotted black serval appeared on the scene. Eyes scanning for someone to sink her claws into.

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    "Y'all fucks are dumb," the hybrid cub yapped. What else does it look BloodClanners came here for? There was a little bit of hesitation as he noted the WindClanners approaching including some sort of weird ass fuckface thing? A black fuckface thing? Smenkh couldn't exactly tell what the fuck it was, exactly. Then it fucking stood on two legs like a human. "What the fuck? They got a human fuck on their side! These Windfucks are fuckin' crazy ass pieces of shit."

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    Admittedly just because he was starting up a conversation with Oliver didn't mean that his clanmates couldn't attack them. They had ever right to go ahead and pummel someone. Besides he didn't lead the raid to this place, no, he was just a battling member as far as he was concerned. He stalked forward then, eyes locked on Oliver before the first one spoke up to him. He grinned then, eyes flicking up slightly to look at the unimpressive male who needed to use his height in order to intimidate son one but then again he had fought this one before and he was no more afraid of him then he was that day, which was none. "I have a lot to gain. Wiping this shitstain of a clan off the map is one good gain if you ask me." He then looked away before he lowered his frame a bit, eyes widening just slightly as he watched the griffin and then he was racing forward. With a large leap he aimed to slam his claws into the throat of the male and snap his jaws against the side of Oliver's face clinging on. There was no more room for talking, it was time to fight.


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    Much like her littermate, the girl was distracted by the sight of Anakin. What was that? Amunet seemed to come across more and more weird hybrids lately and they only got uglier and uglier. Wrinkling her face in disgust, she did not appreciate the tone the tall and condescending Windclanner was using. She wouldn't be surprised if their size was just a bluff or something. "I bet you he's compensating for something," the dark furred femme would snicker, nudging her brother then taking note that her father threw the first punch at the Windclan leader. With a wide grin creeping to her face, the young maned wolf would lunge at LUKE, aiming to leap onto the males back and give them a hard clout on the head with her blunt claws.

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    So many unnecessary words and violence. Luke probably would never understand it. His eyes snapped to Amunet just before she jumped at him. Why were so many children always dragged into battle and why did he have to deal with them. His fluffy mane seemed to soften the blow just a bit, but he still felt it and he still had a child on his back. [b]He shook himself roughly, attempting to throw AMUNET off. If successful, he would turn and attempt to pin the wolf with a paw to the chest. He wasn't looking to harm a child, even when his last experience ended with him underestimating them and then being jumped by their siblings...

    Well, looks like they wanted to fight today. That was fine. He gave them a chance. Anakin moved, aiming to kick HORIZON like a ball, to temporarily daze him and send the boy flying. With Anakin's size, it was likely he could drop kick anyone smaller than a Jack Russell.

    He might as well try.


    Whether or not that worked, Anakin's head would turn, settling on the two who had insulted him moments before, formulating another move. Fine. He'd compensate for something. The hybrid dashed coming to Luke's aid, and aiming to grab young AMUNET by the scruff- supported by his gorilla strength and his metal grip, and would attempt to throw AMUNET into SMENKHKARE, and hopefully get the them out of the way- maybe they would learn not to insult him. Oliver could have Jackdaw.


    "Luke, get the little ones. I'll get the big ones."


    Unfortunately, for them all, Anakin was accustomed to taking life. To killing children. He would just shove this deep down, later.


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