FINEST GIRL // END GAME BATTLE #1

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    Fuck man. Why did the numbers have to be so uneven? He wanted the fight to be somewhat fair and it would be fair that way. They'll need to do a three way battle and a pair. It was pretty fucked but whatever, it really showed how much the others cared for their clans. Anyhow, this was the arranged location in the buttfuck of nowhere. The stadium was a dusty Colosseum-eque thing of sorts, it had been in disrepair when the pale golden wolf had found it but with his handy dandy earth elementals, he managed to put that shit back together for this little event. Anyhow, the canine was lounging on the stands while waiting for the three participants(all three were leaders, how nice) that were scheduled to fit to arrive. He had sent out ravens to deliver the message about the whereabouts and the time before so they better now be late.

    /heyyo! this winner of this thread will be decided in a week after all three participants have posted ^^

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 7/26/17


    Umbrae   Fourthwall Fallout   ~treble~

    Cyrus had been dreading this. He'd hoped that someone else of the Rift would volunteer to participate, someone stronger, someone bigger, someone who might actually have a decent chance. But that was all this was- a chance for the Rift to escape the violent destruction that End Game brought. The Rift was the sort of group they might attack next, small, isolated, without many members to defend it. He had to take this chance to try and protect his group, as slim as it was.


    The size of the stadium was intimidating enough, towering above and making the questions buzzing through his head even more prominent. Who was he going to be fighting? How many, what weapons would there be, what sorts of powers would they have? Would they stop before anyone got killed? He doubted it, horrifying as it was. This was End Game that they were talking about, after all. Cyrus entered the stadium, trying to control his pace so he didn't look as anxious as he felt. Grit from the recently-repaired structure stuck to the pads of his paws as he sat down to wait.

    "Cyrus here, from the Rift." The ginger feline announced his presence after a moment of looking around in case anyone was there already.

    For The Sinners To Play As Saints


    Ah yes, the end game. Umbrae had nothing but pure hatred for the group, especially after he found out what they had done to Pippa. Upon seeing the invitation to one of these Games he had to take it upon himself to face the brunt of the battle. His clan was so so small, it wouldn't survive an attack from the end game. This would allow Umbrae a small bit of time to figure out a way to revive his clan.


    The fox walked in like a king, clad in his armor, crown. and cape. He would not fail, he couldn't fail. The male could only widtfully wish thst he could change into a fowm better suited for battle, like his wolf or dragon form. Though it didn't matter anymore. The fox was used to his limited capcities to shift now. Umbrae swung his head around and saw Cyrus. Oh... Weren't they allies? They were.... This will be awkward.


    "Umbrae Malo, Eclipse Force." Was all the fox would say as he strode forward, nothing but fire in his eyes

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    You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made



    Tags | Updated 6/16



    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    When I really stopped to think about things I realized just how much I'd changed. And since that realization wasn't a friendly thought to me, you can imagine that I spent an awful lot of fucking time trying to avoid thinking about things. That was why I'd gotten involved with The Rogues at all. At the time they'd been a good distraction, and I hadn't minded all the work I'd done under Imali's rule. I'd been surprised to be promoted to Deputy sure, and I never really thought that I'd end up leading the place, but here I was, the Blackheart of the Rogues.


    And even now I didn't mind it because it still had that purpose. More often that not I was able to throw myself into things and I could forget just how much I was changing, even though I suspected it was my time in the Rogues that was actually doing the changing. Because I never would have volunteered for something like this, not because I actually wanted to save something. Maybe if I was in the mood for a violent fight, sure, but even I knew that on some level this was me trying to do some good. Without the Rogues I had no place, I could feel that with a surging certainty that lent fire to my blood as I approached the towering collaseum. I'd come to fight not just for myself, but for the place I was slowly starting to think of as my home.


    My pace was unrushed but purposeful as I strode into the stadium, red eyes casting a long sweeping glance at my surroundings as I made my way toward the pair that were already waiting there. I didn't know either of them and I preferred it that way, because this meant that I didn't have to fear the political repercussions of seriously hurting an ally. And that was good news for me, because my clan was growing fast and needed the allies it had gained in Hawkclan, Blizzardclan and the Santcum. It would have been unfortunate to meet Frisk of the Sanctuary out here as well, since ours was a neutrality that could shift into something more appealing if the right cards were played on my clans part.


    "Fourthwall Fallout, from The Blackheart Rogues." I'd say, tail giving an almost feline-like flick of impatience. My opponents were both smaller than me, but I knew better than to underestimate one due to their size. These were supposed to be the best the clans had to offer, and that meant I wasn't going to hold back. If it meant my clan would be safe I'd destroy every living thing in the stadium to see it happen. It was the only place I could survive anymore.


    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    "Alright, cuties," the pale blonde wolf would finally grin when all three creatures were gathered. Such timely pace, he was proud of them. "Okay, so there are no restrictions, just beat the shit out of eachother until it's obvious that theres one winner or something like that," Alcibiades continued as he comfortably lounged from his vantage point, "you don't have to kill anyone unless you wanna. Anyway, that's it, feel free to get started." It was a flexible battle.

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 7/26/17

    Cyrus recognised the scent of the Eclipse Force on the first leader to arrive, and recognised the face- vaguely- of the second. Perhaps he'd seen him at an event somewhere before. Against the sight of his armour the smaller feline felt utterly outmatched- he had his shifting ability, and his dagger that he'd been given from one of Westeros' gift baskets. He wondered if Westeros was involved in this tournament at all, if they had anyone participating. The seemingly sudden appearance of that grinning wolf startled him, and his tail lashed quickly for a few seconds until he settled himself. Just...fight? No rules, no requirements, nothing? Cyrus shifted his dagger closer to himself- ready to pick it up in his jaws in a moment. His eyes went from the wolf to the fox to Fourthwall, uncertain. This fight wasn't his place, and it showed in this moment of hesitation.


    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    "So End Game has an Exiler working for them now? Cute." I'd say, tail giving a dismissive flick. That was good to know. Who else did The End games influence extend to? It would be fun to find out. For now though there was another task at hand and I was ready to rise to the challenge. When the rules -or rather lack there of- were explained I'd let my wine red gaze shift to the battlefield, to my opponents. One was clad in armor, the other grasping a blade nervously between his teeth, and I wondered if either of them were really ready for this fight. I'f I'd been the sympathetic sort I might have felt bad, I might have hesitated like the Rifter did, but this was my story and I had no feelings to spare for side characters that could only farther me by falling at my feet. It was nothing personal, but I wasn't going to lose this fight without one hell of a struggle.


    Red eyes as deep as blood began to glow, and that glowing red quickly bled down my cheeks in a curving tribal as my demonic blood was activated and I was given access to my powers. Rearing up onto my hindlegs I'd slam my forpaws down with force and would send a wave rolling through the earth toward them like a ripple in the water, hoping the mini earthquake would throw them off balance and maybe even knock the one in the armor down. As soon as my paw touched back down I was following up the attack, rushing after the ripping earth with lightening speed toward the Rifts Leader where a large paw shot out toward their jaw to try and smash the knife away from them into the dirt a few feet away, hopefully ripping open some deep gashes against his smaller face with my retractable claws.

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    For The Sinners To Play As Saints


    Umbrae felt his whole body relax as he let his bloodthirst take control. After the fight he'd send Cyrus's clan an apology basket, but now? He had no allies only enemies. The fox watxhes his two opponents, feeling nothing for the nervous rifter. As Fourthwal let off an earthquake Umbrae snapped his wings open and used the momentum of the earthquake to catupult him into the sky. Sure it was much harder to fly with armor, but Umbrae was prepared, using his air elementals to help sustain his flight. He then would summon a great wal of fire to barrel down upon both of the other leaders. Though with the width he sacriced some heat, so that even if the two would get caught in it they would at most suffer low degree burns. This was his fight to win. This was for his clan. That was all Umbrae cared about

    #EvilShadows

    You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made



    Tags | Updated 6/16


    He shouldn't have hesitated. He should have put the Rift first, before his fear, before the thoughts of alliances. But still, there had been that hint of a thought that perhaps, if the groups fought together, they could stop End Game from attacking anyone else. Cyrus took a step back as Fourthwall's eyes began to glow, but the harsh ripple of earth destabilised his balance, making him stumble back. He swung his head back, gripping the knife tightly between his teeth in attempted defence from the onrushing attack, more in anticipation than anything. Fourthwall had moved too quickly to see, so his swipe of the weapon upward was imprecise and aimed at nothing but potentially countering the force of the blow.

    The fire, though, when it came, he was unable to avoid- it blazed over him, scorching his fur and filling his right side with pain.


    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    There was stinging pain along the side of my paw as his dagger glanced

    off the side of it during his wild rush to counter. Had I not been moving so fast and the dagger been better plaed he could have done a lot more damage, but the way things fell I found myself unscathed for the most part and ready to fight. I was getting ready for another attack when a sound caught my attention, and I glanced toward Umbrae just in time to see a wall of fire heading toward the Rifter and I.


    "Shit. I'd growl just as it struck my hindleg and part of my side, and I'd instinctively put up a molecular barrier around me that spared the burns -however mild- from traveling to the rest of my body. I didn't want any uneccessasary hinderenced.


    As the fire faded I'd shake out my coat and lose the barrier, gaze quickly landing on a pile of rubble a few meters away. I'd quickly make my way over to it, putting Umbrae in my sights as I did so, and then tapping into my super strength I'd use my uninjured paw to start smashing small rocks at him. The projectiles would act like bullets, and I was hoping that all that armor would make him slower and clumsier than it would normally. I aimed mostly for his wings and face, hoping to either damage a wing to impair his flight and ground him, or to bash him in the face and bring him down like that.

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    For The Sinners To Play As Saints


    {Eclipse Force is planning a complete makeover, so Umbrae should not win this fight! Lso if one of ya'll want to kill Umbrae, go ahead. It's about time he got a new body


    As Fourth threw multiple rocks at him Umbrae did his best to bob and weave, but there was simply to many. The fox winced as several stones grazed his wings, before one knocked him agaisnt his helmet. With his head ringing, umbrae crash glided as far away as he could. The leader could not go out this easily. Not yet.

    #EvilShadows

    You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made



    Tags | Updated 6/16



    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    I watched the rock fly through the air in a sharp arc, smashing against his helmet and driving him down. I didn't need another chance. By the time he hit the ground I was on him, jaws snapping for one of his wings. There was no way I could let him get airborn again, and the sooner I finished him off the sooner I could move on to the Rifter. So I aimed to close my fangs around the base of one of his wings, where it met the joint of his shoulder, so that I could give a violent tear with super strength to rip it right off and throw it at Cyrus.


    OOC- Fourth can kill him off if you like :)

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    For The Sinners To Play As Saints


    {cool beans! Thanks man


    Umbrae felt teeth fasten into his wing, and in response lit his entire wing on fire, hoping to burn Fourthwall's mouth. But it didn't help his wing stay attached. The wings was ripped clean off. Umbrae gritted his teeth and rolled away as soon as it was free. Knowing that he could not win this battle, umbrae discarded his armor and sent it deep underground for later. The least he could do was damage Fourth enough so Cyrus could win. So Umbrae would let his entire pelt ripple in fire and charged fourth, aiming to sink his teeth into the other's fore leg.

    #EvilShadows

    You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made



    Tags | Updated 6/16



    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    [OOC- No problem :) ]

    I felt his wing give way and a sickly satisfaction swept through me at knowing that was one less problem to deal with. There was a moment though, before it gave way, that it erupted into fire and scorched my gums and tongue just before I ripped it off and tossed it at Cyrus. Hopefully the fire would singe the Rifter too.


    My attention was on Umbrae though, since Cyrus was just standing around, and I watched as he discarded his armor and sent it away so he could fight with everything his body had. As his fur erupted into flames I'd activate the crackling reddish black electricity along my own as he charged me. I didn't activate my super speed to move, because I wanted to end this now, so when he closed the distance between us and sunk his fangs deep into my foreleg, the skin around it sizzling from the heat of his pelt, I summoned my superstrength, lifted my free paw, and aimed to straight up crush his skull beneath it, trying to explode it like a watermelon with a brick being dropped onto it.

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    For The Sinners To Play As Saints


    Umbrae went limp as his skull was crushed, teeth still jammed into fourth's leg. Should anyone have the ability tonsee spirits they would see the male's soul step out of the fox's body. Umbrae was in his coyote form at the moment, his head blisfully clear from the headaches he recieved kn a near daily basis.


    "The hell am I going to find a body out here?" He mumbled as he drifted off. To his surprise there were a few loners hesitantly watching form the stands, brought in by the commotion. Perfect. He easily took over the body of a small bird. Once in he realized that this was a female phoenix. The now phoenix Umbrae straightened up and hopped onto the bannister, content to just watch the rest of the fight.

    #EvilShadows

    You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made



    Tags | Updated 6/16



    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    A low rumbling noie rose up in my throat as I felt his skull crush and his body went limp, a few of the foxes fangs broken off in my leg. The sound was deep and resounding, but it wasn't a growl. It was one of those rarely heard purrs from the feline side of me, and as I stood there, different burns and injuries flaring with hot pain and the stickiness of blood and brains beneath my feet, I was fucking pumped. I'd turn around, head swinging so my glowing red eyes could lock on Cyrus, who'd managed to steer clear of things until now. Well, it was just me and him now. "The Rift is dying. If Endgame doesnt finish you off another clan will. Merge with The Blackheart Rogues here and now, and I'll spare you the agony of this fight and give your people sanctuary in my ranks." I'd call, deciding to give him one chance to escape this. The Rift wasn't strong enough to make a comeback, and it would be destroyed with the others that were slowly being taken out if another clan didn't force them to join up with them. I'd might as well take my shot at being that clan.



    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    "Golly," the pale canine would grin at the sudden change of events. Killing one guy and then proposing a merge? That was a good idea honestly, he even liked it. "You gonna offer him a high position too if he does merge?" The wolf would shout out rather helpfully as he lounged in the stands. Why was he asking? Well, though it was fun and all to help out mother nature with natural selection, he also admired the stubborness of life and how some groups kept getting by, this was a good option. "But not gonna lie, I would take that deal if I get to snag myself a deputy position or co-lead," Alcibiades would add idly, then catching sight of the random bystanders who joined in. Aw hell no. This wasn't for them. "Get the fuck out," Alci then snapped towards the NPCs, "this ain't a fucking peepshow." Some began to leave and he was about to use force to remove the rest of them.

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 8/2/17

    / sorry for the late reply here!


    Cyrus had been hanging back as Umbrae and Fourthwall had fought, hoping that in fighting each other they might be injured enough to make the fight easier for him. But he hadn't expected Fourthwall to kill him, to rip him apart. He leapt to the side as the torn wing was hurled at him, still burning. A wave of heat came at him first, as the bony edge of the wing caught him on the side of the face, singeing the fur not as severely as the first burn, but leaving a gash that quickly began to bleed. Fourthwall wasn't injured enough for him to win this. There were jagged teeth broken off in his flesh, and he was more covered in burns than Cyrus was, but he looked as strong as ever, red eyes burning. And he gave an offer.


    Cyrus couldn't deny that the Rift was weak. Of all the groups to be destroyed by End Game, it was one of the most likely targets. He'd come here to risk his life in order to ensure its survival, but the thought of merging with the Rogues? The group that had caused the Arcane so much trouble in the time of Ululare, the one whose leader he'd just witnessed making a brutal kill... There were better options than this, surely. The Rift had better allies than these- not as powerful, perhaps, but ones that would guarantee a smoother merge than one made under the threat of murder. But then again- being killed wasn't something he wanted to happen, either. Maybe negotiation was his best bet, here- and the End Gamer running this freakshow seemed interested enough in the development. After a few moments of bewildered silence, Cyrus seemed to gather himself. He wiped at the gash on his face with a paw.

    "Would you give the high position Rifters positions in the Rogues after the merge?" He added to the End Gamer's question, curious to the answer himself. He had his doubts about them being given sanctuary, after all of this.