SLAVERY IS THEFT — RAID

Besides his leader was the loyal Witchpaw, grinning madly in the face of danger and violence, anticipating discord. With him, he carried his spellbook, ready to to test out some new spells he read about on some disgusting Cartelians. They were nasty, of course, and he wanted to enjoy sending their asses to Hell as sacrifices for his lovely God. "Hello, lovely boys and girls! Who wants to be Witchpaw's first test subject in my newest spell; Elevator to Hell?" He spoke, doing a little twirl. He glanced to Sweet. "Like that?"

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Alexus was very anxious to see what this raid would bring. It would be the paladin's first raid, and though she had not wanted to participate in the first place, she was honestly a bit excited upon arriving. She wasn't a revenge-fueled individual- she merely wanted some justice. BlizzardClan was a very large clan full of members, so hopefully they could overpower the Cartelians. The canine came to a halt at Pierce's side, peachy orange gaze narrowed in search of anyone who seemed like a formidable opponent. So far, she saw no one, but she supposed this fact wouldn't be true for long.

╰☆╮ Oh this would certainly not do well. Seeing angry BlizzardClanners was the last thing I wanted to see or be a part of, as they were most likely here to fight. My whole form seemed to be rather shaky as I approached, anxiety coursing get through my veins and burning into my brain as I tried to focus more on the creatures in front of me than my mental illness. I had only recently joined, but I knew why this group would want to raid my new home. Call King George had fucked up, he'd said so himself. I didn't want to be any part of this, the main reason I'd joined this place was to protect myself and my previous home from the prostitution division's madness, and here I was facing a large sum of threatening BlizzardClan faces. "H-hi, w-welcome t-to the C-Cartel. To w-what do we owe th-this pleasure?" I would stutter out, trying to remain as calm as I could, but that didn't seem to be very calm at all. I was scared of small crowds even if they were friendly faces, so this was just dandy. Oh god.

Jerseyboy arrived silently in his wolf body, flicking an ear back as he stood with the others. He had taken the whole day to shift into this body, considering that he wasn't trained in this new shapeshifting ability. Fuck, why did he come? Why couldn't he have stayed in bed? Fucking dumbass. He didn't do these kind of fights... these literal battles. He fistfought, and he wasn't suited for this type of combat. Jerseyboy knew that. Hopefully these Cartelians would be medium-sized and without powers, or else he'd be fucked.

Hell, they had the audacity to ask why they were here? His cold gaze was fixed on the singular cartellian as he marched with the raid party. Amusing and sad considering that the cartellian seemed like they wanted to wet themselves, their stutter echoing through the quiet clearing. Mieczyslaw didn't wait very long to attack, the second they finished speaking, the vulpes was already quietly lunging at the cartellian's blindside, a thin stream of darker smoke escaping his jaws as the eternal fire inside of him began to rage. Upon reaching Kisa, the two tailed beast would attempt to slam his bony shoulder into the cartellian hoping to knock them over and attempted to snap his teeth at a leg of Kisa if he did manage to knock them over. The time for talk was long over.

Aleksei stalked behind his brother, his demeanor dark as he surveyed the battlefield and...only one Cartellian? It didn't even seem like this one wanted to fight. Instead of charging in at Kisa, the paladin commander chose to hang back, waiting for more people to arrive. If not, he would go for her, then.

Illya padded up with uncertainty- something he had never done before. Sure, he'd fought many times, but not in his animal form. He never had before. But, he was still determined to get these Cartellians; except there was only one. Frowning, he hoped more would come, he really needed to let his anger out.

the small feline heaved a sigh as the scent of blizzardclan hung heavy in the air. her eyes drifted lazily across the crowd of faces, and nervous kisa who was already facing their wrath for george's actions. how polite of them, really. hadn't stopped to think that the cartel didn't approve of his business either. before she'd finished searching faces, her gaze stopped on a particular creature whom she'd done business with on quite a few occasions. "jersey." she called, a weak smirk finding its way onto her countenance. "how nice of you to visit." the pale-furred queen was not unaccustomed to facing customers in battle, but it was always interesting to see them turn on the cartel- a group they funded from their own pocket.

she'd linger a distance away from the raid itself, seeing as she was not planning on fighting. unless the rest of the crew thought otherwise, she wasn't too keen on dealing with such a large force.

Jerseyboy's narrowed eyes quickly darted to Mie as he attacked a Cartelian. Okay. There was just one so far. He could handle them, right?

He licked his lips, admittedly a little anxious. His eyes stayed on the ground in thought when a familiar, female voice reached his ears. It wasn't one that he wanted to hear. "Jersey, how nice of you to visit." Shit, that was Xael. She was someone that he did business with, and he did not want to fight her. What if he killed her? He'd end up losing her business. If he injured her in some way then she'd probably be too pissed to even trade with him anymore.

The paladin commander would play it off, keeping his expression as far away from nervous as he could. "Xael." He addressed very briefly. Jerseyboy didn't necessarily want to draw the attention of his clanmates.

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Ryūsaki did not like how this was going to possibly turn out. The scent of BlizzardClan hung heavy in the air and, consequently, his own fear was probably strong enough to smell too. He remembered the last time BlizzardClan had raided them and that did not turn out very well. The coydog did approach though, his jaw set and his baby blue eyes staring at the BlizzardClanners as they appeared. The ghoul honestly did not want to fight - but if they had the intention of hurting his friends and family then they were going to have him to deal with. Despite how bad he was at strategically fighting, he would defend his home. That was what being a part of a clan was all about, right? Like a majority of the people in the Cartel, he did disapprove of what had gone down in the prostitution division, however. There had obviously been a better way of bringing in money for the prostitution division, though Ryuu was no Capo. If he could do it a better way, he would have. Unfortunately, that was not the case here.

The Japanese coydog would lower himself into a weak crouch, his dull claws sinking into the soil under his paws and his thin body trembling faintly. He could see Kisa being attacked already from the corner of his eyes and he heard Xael from somewhere behind him. He hoped more Cartellians would make an appearance. Even if it was likely they were going to lose, he did hope to see some people fight alongside him.

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The masked panther was the next BlizzardClanner to arrive, following shortly in after Illya. The male would extended his claws, digging them into the ground as he looked out in the battle field. He was trying to find a Cartellian that wasn't preoccupied in a fight. As his eyes scanned the battle field, his eyes came across Ryusaki. The male could easily smell the scent of the Cartel all over the canine, his tail beginning to swish behind him. With his lip curling into a snarl, the BlizzardClanner would lunge forward, attempting to knock NATSUKASHII; to the ground.

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Ryūsaki jerked his head up when he heard someone swiftly approaching him. A flood of BlizzardClan's scent washed over him as the masked panther entered his field of vision. His blue eyes widened as he was slammed into. In a second, he was shoved roughly into the ground with a yelp leaving him. The Vanguard was weak in terms of strength and so he knew he wouldn't be able to fight off the panther with strength normally. Ryūsaki quickly found his current position to be disadvantageous to him and swiftly got into action.

The coydog struggled to have a calm mind while this happened. He kept thinking that he was going to get captured and taken away again. He was going to be tortured again if he just laid down and took a beating. He didn't want to be weak and worthless while his strong crewmates valiantly took on the BlizzardClanners and would have to waste time getting him back... The canine flung his paws upwards and attempted to swipe loose dirt into the eyes of The Phantom. to make him disoriented. His main objective was to get off of the ground and to put distance between himself in the male.

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╰☆╮I was a coward. I'd tried to talk, but my words fell on deaf ears. Now the battle would start, and this large, supposedly honorable clan would hurt innocents without a guilty conscious. Like dreams that became nightmares they would fight, their anger aimed at maybe one or two people but their rage flooding a village. Glowers as cold as the icy storm this group was named after, it was rather terrifying to stand before this mass just by myself. Thankfully I was joined by my clanmates, but during those first few moments it was rather lonely.

At Mieczyslaw's attack I would of course be hit. There was too much going on within my mind to even see clearly, much less dodge an attack. I felt as if I was moving in slow motion, but of course this was just an illusion of an overexerted mind. I would squeeze my eyes shut as I awaited a thud of my fragile self falling to the earthy ground but it seemed not to happen. I was unbalanced yes, but not knocked down. Suddenly I had become a tiger. The anxiety, fear, panic and stress awakening an ability I didn't believe I was still capable of. I stumbled slightly on paws larger than the ones I was used to, but I didn't strike back. I didn't really do anything other than prepare for whatever other attack came next. Maybe the apprentice would strike me again, maybe someone else, maybe both. I didn't want to fight, but I wasn't going to be as cowardly as to flee. "I suppose that answers my question." I would mumble, but that was all I did.

she was rather disappointed that none of jersey's members seemed particularly worried about the two being acquainted, but it was rather comforting that he didn't seem to want to attack her. a mutual agreement, then. she saw ryuu appear further into the fray, and was quickly targeted. her claws dug into the soil beneath her paws. this was beginning to piss her off. and, as a creature roughly her own size began to pick its way towards her she flexed eagerly. perhaps she did want to fight after all- this raid was absolutely ridiculous. she waited patiently, letting the pale-furred female draw closer, before slipping into invisibility as she launched forwards, ducking close to the ground so that the other would be grabbing at thin air. she'd then turn, aiming to cuff Fadingmoon on the back of her head with claws outstretched. in the best case scenario, this would knock her enemy out, though she would be just as pleased with disorienting her. in quick succession, she'd lunge at her enemy, hoping to rake her claws across her side while unbalancing her with a heavy shove. if she could just get the molly to the ground things would be much easier for her.

Artemis was one of the last to enter. Late to the raid scene, and his first one too. He had never had the nerve before, but what had happened to those children had awoken the fighter within him.

Now, Arty wasn't built to fight. Sure, he had sharp teeth and nails, the whole package, but the shape shifter used his words to get his way. He was a clever con artist and smooth talking gambler. His instincts at this very moment were shouting at him to swindle some trinkets from both the Cartelians and his fellow clanmates. He fought those instincts down. Now was the time to step up.

Growling softly in his favorite form, the New Guinea Singing Dog, Arty searched for an opponent. Everyone seemed to be locked in battle. As teeth and claws sliced through the air, Arty stood there, and for a second he could only think of one thing.

He was glad he left his top hat back home.