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

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    When one went after his kids their was a problem and always would be a problem. Sure his children were always battle ready and could defend themselves but he was still their father. And a father did what he could to protect his offspring. So when he saw the hybrid go after his daughter he changed course with a sharp jerk of his body, landing with a hard skid across the ground. He felt the anger bubble up inside of him, that familiar rage that he had not felt in so long and it burned. It razed everything away and his eyes deepened in color, turning a malevolent blackish red. His muzzle curled then into a sadistic grin before he ripped at himself, breaking free of the confide of such a small body. Blood leaked out of the open wounds to reveal the dark fur underneath before he grew, skin splitting and ripping as he charged forward and the massive werewolf aimed to latch his teeth onto the leg of Anakin, aiming to crunch down with super strength and jerk him down to the ground with a hard slam. If that worked he would dislodge himself just as quickly aiming to slam a large paw against the male's head to disorientate him.

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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.


    Oliver Queen


    //sorry had some health complications!


    Oliver turned from Horizon -- who never responded to him -- to Jackdaw. "I-" Before he could finish his sentence, Jackdaw moved with surprising speed and pushed Oliver back, but he managed to move his head just in time to avoid his second attack. Sure, Jackdaw caught him by surprise, but he was by no means an easy target. Disbelief turned to anger and he conjured his bow and quiver, shrugging it on with the ease of years of practice, and drew and nocked an arrow right at Jackdaw's head. He hesitated for a moment, remembering when he'd once called the leader friend, and aimed lower down, then loosed the arrow, aiming for Jackdaw's thigh.

    She was thrown off quite easily, after it was near impossible to stay on the back of a creature that she didn't have a hard grip on. Tumbling to the ground, the girl would indeed be pinned by Luke. Fortunately, she wiggled further under the younger lion so she could not be grabbed by the very hard to miss and creepy pedophilic looking cyborg being. Anyhow, she was pinned by a beast much larger and powerful than herself and their paw put quite some pressure on her lungs. Coughing slightly, crocodile tears would spring to the young canine's wide golden eyes, "W-wait! What are you doing?! Please don't rape me!" If Luke flinched or fell for her trickery, the girl would aim a heavy kick at the male's stomach and wriggle away from the male's grip. Now, the real question was the fact that she knew about such an act. Honestly, Amunet didn't know much about 'rape'. The time she heard the word and asked about it, she was only told that it was a very painful and highly illegal taboo type of torture. She hoped it was enough to shock the male enough to loosen their hold.


    // luke skywalker. ahh sorry mobile!!

    Luke looked taken aback. He wouldn't even think about it... ever, especially a child. "N-no! That's not - Oof!" It wasn't enough to knock the wind out of him, but it did hurt and his shock allowed her to escape. Now he would feel weird trying to grab her again. Why would she even say that!? If anything, he just wanted to keep her out of trouble. He hated seeing children on the battlefield. "Listen, you shouldn't even be here." And it was true, his father was not afraid of seriously harming or even killing a child and Force-forbid they get in his way while being out here. "It's too dangerous... just go back home, please."

    Oh, fuck. Anakin moved down into a crouch, pulling up his cape, causing Jackdaw to take in a mouthful of wool. While Jackdaw was in his range, hopefully before he let go, Anakin quickly grabbed more of his cape in his arms, attempting to wrap his arms around Jackdaw's neck, and cover his head with the cape. If this worked, Anakin would lock his arms together- using the cape to cover up Jackdaw's head, to take away his sight and close off the Werewolf's mouth. After their last battle, Anakin learned his lesson. Above all, don't let Jackdaw bite him.


    If this all had worked, Anakin's grip would tighten, aiming to slowly suffocate the werewolf to incapacitate him. Anakin wanted to settle this cleanly, and wanted Jackdaw out of the way as soon as possible.

    you bitches can't do it like me

    To finish off his sister's sentence, the hybrid pup would yell, "FOR SMALL DICK, BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER." Smenkhkare punctuated that statement with a demonic little cackle. He was mostly avoiding the fight right now, considering there weren't too many opponents, but then he considered that he should probably attack Luke, whom his sister was grappling with. It was actually his sister's scream that caught his attention. Like Amunet, Smenkhkare didn't have a good idea of what that was outside of the fact that it was generally taboo and...possible painful? The hybrid pup wasn't too sure but still, he loved his family and wouldn't want to subject them to anything painful. The BloodClanner shot forward, aiming to grab Luke's attention by yelling, "PLEASE DON'T RAPE MY SISTER! RAPE ME INSTEAD!" Hopefully, it would distract Luke enough so that the lion would go after him and not his sister--he was willing to take what ever punishment the WindClanner wanted to dish out in place of Amunet. In the best case scenario, they would both escape because Smenkh fancied himself a fast little motherfucker.

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    His shock was delicious. The girl couldn't help but let out a snicker as she rolled away and leaping to her feet. Damn, windclanners were so easy to shake up, or maybe it was just this one. The words Luke spoke after she righted herself were extremely tame, much to her confusion. She supposed it was a tactic to help the windclanners to not be outnumbered but she was't falling for that. "Nah, I gotta practice," the dark furred canine would respond promptly, now chortling to her littermate's response to this. "But if you don't wanna fight me, that fine," she shrugged, locking her eyes on the green feathered griffin who was somehow using a strange weapon aimed at her hulked out father. Sure, her dad was hella powerful in that form but two on one was no good, it meant bad injuries. Lunging at OLIVER, Amunet would aim to knock all of the Windclan leader's arrows to the ground to render the weapon somewhat useless, "come at me, you great fucking pillow!"

    DIFFERENT COLOR MY PASSPORT; INSTAGRAM MY STACK LOAD

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    Now this was embarrassing and very concerning. (Not to mention, the amount of swears they spewed out...) Either they didn't know what they were talking about or they did and... no, they had to just not know. Luke glanced toward Smenkhkare, eyes even wider. "Stop saying that!" He wasn't planning on going after anyone to harm them. He quickly looked back at Amunet, "I'm serious, this is not the place for -" Aaaand she was gone. Maybe it was stupid that was he concerned for the enemy clan's children, and he was sure the others wouldn't be so hesitant in attacking them.

    ▼ HARLEY| JINGLES| QUINN ▼

    AND THE GIRL IN THE CORNER IS EVERYONE'S WOMAN. SHE COULD KILL YOU WITH A WINK OF HER EYE.

    "Hey lion boy. Leave the kids alone. Unlike in your clan, our kids can fight. They are born killers." She snarls as she grabs her bat in her jaws. The red spotted black serval would stalk forward and eye the male. Clearly studying him.

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    Well this meant trouble, and he was late to the party. Luckily it seems like it hadn't gone too much out of hand in his absence, but there were quite a few of these bloodclanners around here. He almost found it odd, since they were neutral, but he knew well enough that Bloodclan was hardly a clan that could be trusted.


    Amatus at the moment, wasn't all too sure as to who he should target, seeing at least one person he knew to stay away from and then a few that he could perhaps handle. The serval discarded his cloak, only leaving the sword on his side before he decided to finally to target the female serval named Harley Quinn. Seeing as Luke was currently preoccupied with a rather nasty young bloodclanner, he thought he may as well help. And so, Amatus started to charge at Harley Quinn, hoping to use his slightly larger mass to knock the female down to the ground before drawing his sword. "Sounds like a waste of a childhood." He said, although he doubted she cared about his opinion, he just felt that it needed to be said.


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    The quiver was firmly secured to his back, but he hadn't been expecting an attack on it. He saw Amunet and misjudged her target, so most of his arrows were ripped from the case and clattered on the ground. Of course, just because they were on the ground didn't mean they were useless, though. Still, he changed tack and used his claw that also held his bow, and tried to punch the lupine attacker in her chest.