EL TANGO DE ROXANNE | OPEN, HAWKCLAN RAID

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    She felt the heat of the fire right before it clamped on her hind legs, burning and searing into her flesh. Screech tearing from her throat, the jackal's bone jaw clicked together as she felt her paws being lifted off the ground -- like fuck she'd let that happen. Screeching and howling in madness, she flung up a stone wall behind her, abruptly cutting off the fire. Hyperalert now that she was in agony and expecting elemental attacks, the jackal nimbly dodged Inu's attack.


    Smelling Alci and Zed become involved, specifically Zed dealing with Inu, the elemental healer made the split-second decision to continue her assault on the HawkClan leader. After all, even with her blindness, she seemed the best one here to combat those elemental powers. With Alci distracting her, the wild canine charged forward, summoning rock and clay to coat her body like a boulder, forming a protective shield and adding mass to her attack. Without hesitation, she attempted to slam into Littlestar's right flank while Alci took her front.


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    Littlestar was pleased to feel his grip on her body weakening and eventually he spat her out. She hit the ground and rolled a couple of times, blood flying from her sides. The blood, once it had left her body, sizzled on the ground. She lifted her chin and spat back at Alcibades, watching as he watched her. He seemed to be thinking. She couldn't let him do that because he was making a plan quite clearly and plans were dangerous. The flame encased feline moved backwards as he began to circle her, not letting him get behind her, and then saw the sword he conjured. The flames hissed and sizzled and he made his move by leaping forwards. She, with her heightened senses, spotted the tell tale paw digging into the dirt. It was a familiar move, one she had used multiple times before. The Monarch crouched and darted forwards, dirt and rocks flying over her head where her eyes had once been and instead of the blade swinging into her face, it swung towards her lower back and sliced it. Luckily the cut wasn't deep, not like the bite marks in her sides. Whilst running forwards, she attempted to ram her fiery body into his front legs. She had long since realized his plan was to evade contact with her. Well, she wouldn't let that happen. She'd keep on trying to touch him with her fire until he was a pork crisp.


    Then, whether or whether not her hit had been successful, something that felt very similiar to a wall of bricks slammed into her side and again sent her flying away from Alcibiades and the perpetrator of the attack. Littlestar coughed and wheezed, her flames retracting to her body for the seconds she was down. Broken ribs were likely. It wasn't a striking pain, it felt more as if a giant bruise had taken over her chest. Her head snapped upwards and the flames were staring directly at the mutated jackal, the one that had hit her. Standing up, she began size the Exiler up. She was blind but Littlestar had no care for those kind of disadvantages. She had learnt not to, especially after losing her back leg. It didn't mean shit.She extended her paw and a talon of flames stretched outwards towards the rock covered feline and began to shoot twin streams of fire at the jackal. Even though the fire wouldn't directly touch her at first due to the rock surface, she knew Jupiterpaw would begin to feel the heat one way or another.

    "WAKING THE DEMON"


    The girl spotted the lizard coming and ducked away from the bite. She would rather not lose a leg here. Grunting, she would narrow her eyes. "Who are you? What are you? An over grown lizard of some sort? My dad would have loved you. Shame, Bill isn't here to be a real leader to the Exiles again." Did she believe that to be true? Nope. She would spit in Bill's face if she could. But, she was always wanting a good fight. So, when the male offered it, she gave it back. Leaping at the reptile, she would attempt to sink her claws in the lizards face. Her limbs could regrow, so why worry?


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    What kind of mad bastard launched themselves towards the business end of a komodo dragon? Lifting himself up on his hind legs, the lizard would try and use the overconfident cats momentum against her, aiming to slash into the tabby as she jumped into him, and then slam back onto the ground in attempts to smash her beneath his weight.


    OOC: how do I tag you btw?

    Vanari would let out a low hiss as he felt claws pierce his hide. Even though his belly was softer and not as armored, the cats claws weren't all that effective at causing him lasting harm. But temporary pain, oh yea. Now that the tabby was under him, the komodo dragon would try and grab the cat by scraping his claws under him into some sort of death hug, and if successful , he would then sink his serrated jaws into one of the females front legs.


    OOC: Open for major injury/capture? Also, still can't get the tag to work.

    Well, fortunately, or maybe unfortunately according to the females reaction, there wouldn't need to be any more as the venom glands in the lizards mouth did their insidious work. Vanari would just try and keep a hold of the cat for long enough for the venom to kick in, the effects being the decoagulation of blood at the bitten area, minor or major paralysis, and possibly induced shock.

    Usually, creatures would call the kicking of dirt as a cheat. Of course, he didn't see it that way, it was strategy in his opinion. The world was a cruel and unforgiving bitch, one had to take the opportunity to get ahead whenever they could. And though his attack didn't really work as well as he wanted it to on Littlestar, he felt satisfaction that the feline didn't call it out as a dirty tactic.

    He felt the blade contact flesh but it wasn't enough. Within moments, the apprentice slammed into his front legs, scorching them and causing the fur to crisp. Biting his pain into the hilt of the blade, he swung wildly as he reeled backwards but thankfully, Jupiter was the main reason why the apprentice was knocked away. With the smell of his own burning hair and flesh in his nostrils, Alcibiades would once again head for Littlestar, this time aiming for the girl's legs.

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 8/9/17


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    *:･ﾟ✦ NOBODY WANTED ME, NO ONE THERE TO NEED

    —— if only i could live in that kind of world i dreamed | tags &reference *:･ﾟ✦

    An other attacker, coming from the blind spot. The vampire hadn't noticed it just feeling the teeths sink themself into his leg and jank him away from the enemy he had aimed for to instead get send backwards towards the ground, falling with a loud thump. A growl come from the canine, head picking itself up to stare at the wolf with a hungerful look of need. Inu would go straight for him, throwing head forward and attempted to bite the wolf straight across his jaws.



    // ZEDEKIAH.

    Littlestar was focused on the battlefield as a whole. She knew it would be downright stupid to let her guard down but sometimes, especially when she was so fucking mad, it was very easy to slip up and lose focus on reality for a few moments. And that was exactly what the tabby did as she stared straight at Jupiter and hoped those flames hit her and burnt her alive in her little rock oven. Even though majority of her was pointing at Jupiter, she still felt the thunder in the rocks due to her heightened senses. The fires head snapped towards Alcibiades in a very unnerving way, reality coming back to her, and the flames angrily reared back when she realized he was coming at her with the blade that had already injured her lower back. She sunk her claws into the ground and instead of moving out of the way, flames rose from her body and as he ran towards her, she moved her paw in an attempt to have a wall of flame to swallow up the canine in which she'd then have the bubble of fire encase him off completely from the outside world and close in on him. The angry feline lowered her head, pupiless golden eyes burning brightly. See how you think your way out of that one. She thought coldly, her eyes already moving towards new opponents and of course, Jupiter to see how the rock encased coyote had fared under her fire.


    Littlestar wished for the other to be burnt alive. That would please her.

    Fire was hot. That was pretty self explanatory, yeah? But perhaps the average being forgot just how hot on the reg until they feel it again. It was much like that for the wolf though he had been burned a few times before. It was so sweaty and made the air too thick to breathe, that would be the lack of oxygen of course as he was encased by the flames. He wondered how long the kid could keep up with manipulating the element like that. Alcibades sure as hell knew that he couldn't manipulate anything for that long, shit was just too exhausting but thankfully he rarely called upon his powers during this fight. He stopped his charge at the kid, his sword still clamped in his teeth as he watched the red walls close in on him. He could barely see the figure of the feline through the flames but he hoped his aim was true. Twisting his head, the wolf would hurl his sword at LITTLESTAR before he face his predicament once more.

    It didn't take too long to get out however. Maybe she was a more adept wielder of fire, but he wasn't complete shit at it either. After all, how was he supposed to conjure up fire for branding if he couldn't create a small hole in the wall to escape the heat? And that was what he did. A small mouth opened and the cream wolf dashed out, his fur barely singed though he smelled like smoke and hell. He would take this moment to refill his lungs with oxygen before proceeding in the battle.

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 8/9/17

    Aeternos was a newer member of the Exiles but it was not like him to turn down a fight. So the grey-tinged lion was soon on the battle field, his ice blue eyes watching the fighting like a hawk, not stupid enough to rush in. He'd pick his opponent carefully and hopefully have some fun ripping into some assholes.


    The fire was not just something she controlled. It was not like a normal power that she could just turn on at will. It was her. Or, an extension of her. She could almost control it as adeptly as she controlled her own three limbs. If that didn't say something about her skills with the fire that was in her soul, then she didn't know what else would. However, there were many negatives to the fire state she found herself in sometimes. The first and biggest one being she could only become it when she was really, really pissed. And with her anger issues, that wasn't much of a problem to get there but it meant she could hurt people.. her own people. Things she didn't want to do. Second con was that after the flames wore off when her emotional state returned to normal, she felt exhausted for a couple of days unless she drank lots of energy drinks and swum in water. Odd, huh? It was almost beginning to make her feel sick of Gatorade and monster and shit like that. Just as she was about to make the wall of flames completely close in on Alcibiades, a sword flew through the wall of flames and straight at her. It was like an arrow; fast and aimed. It wasn't the best aim, most likely a blind throw on his part, but it did hit her. The tabby gasped aloud when the sword slammed itself into her right front leg. It went out through the back and stuck there. Blood dripped immediately. She was hurt. The flames were melting the metal immediately but it made the new wound in her leg hurt even more. Son of a bitch. Her head snapped upwards and she grabbed the hilt of the sword before gritting her teeth. She wished she had something to bite down on but alas, she did not. This was war. So the tabby pulled and slowly the blade was removed from her flesh in ten seconds of agony. When she removed it, there was a sizable-ish hole, flesh missing. Shit, shit. That was not good. "SON OF A BITCH!" Her tong was forked flames and it swept her lips. She breathed out black smoke and tried to cauterize the wound with her own flames. It would hurt but it would stop the bleeding for now. So Littlestar pressed a paw to the raw flesh, somehow not screaming.


    It didn't take long for the flesh to burn and the bleeding stopped. Even so, there was still a motherfucking hole in her leg. Her gaze traversed up to the wall of flames surrounding the wolf. Littlestar watched with narrowed optics as the cream wolf pierced a hole in the thick wall of flames and leapt through it. So he did wield abilities. Littlestar was disappointed that he'd escaped. Disappointed but not surprised. If he didn't have powers, he likely would've leapt through the flames regardless of the burns it would've given him. And if he did have powers.. well, then he'd do exactly what he'd just done. See, the thing was about fire that people would do anything to escape it. But fuck, was she mad at him for that wound. It hurt even now. As he began to try and regain his breath from being trapped in flames, she lunged and attempted to wrap her arms around his thick neck and clamp her body around his. She was going to act as an iron again, this time on Alcibades. "Piece of fucking shit."


    The fire struck her rock armor, shielding her from the worst of the heat, but she could feel the prickling in her fur. And soon she could smell the burn of her fur and the ash as her protective armor whittled away to nothing. Growling to herself, she lowered herself to the ground against the twin flames, belly scrapping the dirt -- too hot to break free from without chancing a nasty burn. The only way out was down, something she never did much, but the developing burns on her back were enough to motivate her. Pain, after all, was excellent at doing so.


    The earth swallowed her whole, and it was there that she lurked, moving beneath the surface as she listened to the chaos of the battlefield. So much chaos. But here, in the silence beneath the surface, she could think and plan, wait for her time. Collect herself, steel her mind against the agony burning on her back -- a second degree burn, she knew that without having to look at it. Waiting. With the pain and the silence.


    Her opportunity came when LIttlestar launched herself at Alci, seeming to forget about the possibility of a second opponent. Launching herself out of the ground, she raised a rock boulder from underneath where the tabby lunged, attempting to smack the monarch in the belly and send her flying, like a reverse whack-a-mole.


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    As she lunged, the boulder sent from Jupiterpaw suddenly flew upwards just underneath her and smacked into her belly. Littlestar oofed as she was sent into the air, a ball of fire, but she had to act quickly unless she wanted broken bones. The tabby straightened herself before she hit the ground, a things that cats were particularly talented in, and out her paws shot jet streams of fire that stopped her from suddenly hitting the ground and hurting herself any further. The flames angled themselves towards Jupiter and she made her body into an arrow, pointing directly at the blind feline, and attempted to once more burn the feline with fire however this time it would be her body doing the work and not just the flames, as she attempted to collide into the Exilers front and wrap herself around her legs. This, if successful, would also hurt Littlestar due to the wounded leg but not nearly as much as it would to Jupiter.

    Breathing in smoke was shit for health. He already knew that but prolonged exposure to the flame wielding apprentice's noxious refuse, his lungs and throat burned. Of course, his mouth and front had also been scorched but there was nothing to do but push himself on. With every step, the burns stung but as more and more adrenaline pumped through his system, a numbness would come over the wolf.

    Littlestar didn't want to let him have a break however and the next moment, the kid was coming at him again. His ass was saved by Jupiter once again. Hell and this girl would probably be the one to treat his injuries after this battle too. He had to give props to the skull faced medic. Taking another breath of fresh air, the canine would then step into action once more. This time he conjured up two throwing knives that he would quickly dispatch at Littlestar with the help of telekinesis. Of course, he made sure that sent them at an angle that wouldn't endanger the well being of their medic. With the metal blades flying through the air, Alcibiades followed right after them. He allowed his pale feathered wings to rip out of his back as he ran and upon reaching Littlestar, he shifted his position so he could attempt to bodyslam the much smaller Littlestar off course using one of his wings as a shield. It would burn him as well but he had to make sacrifices.

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 8/9/17

    Ever since he'd thrown that damn knife into her leg, she was keeping an eye out for any more randomly flung objects. She supposed she'd missed the boulder being thrown at her belly but that was nearly impossible to miss as it'd been directly underneath her. She had to give herself forgiveness if she was to move on and fight the battle well. Her tail stub was lashing and she was flying through the air in attempt to collide with Jupiter but what made that impossible was the two daggers flying straight towards her flank, which she happened to see when glancing at the state of Alcibiades. Like hell she was going to let that happen again. The tabby didn't want anymore holes cut into her. She allowed the two streams of fire that kept her in the air to dissipate and she plunged towards the ground, the daggers flying over her, and quickly did she allow the fire to burn under her paws again before she smashed into the ground. However, Littlestar remained heading straight towards Jupiter. She had a plan in her head. If she was assuming correctly, Alcibiades would be making a move towards her. Either he'd be using weapons because he'd made the decision not to physically touch her or powers. The tabby cut off the path towards Jupiter so that when the winged canine attempted to body slam her, she had moved off course and he would 'body slam' thin air. But she veered back towards him, making sure not to turn her back on Jupiter, and flew at his frame with the intensity of several wildfires.


    Breathing in, she felt fire gather at the back of her throat, and then she released an exhale that came with a tidal wave of fire. It burst forth as flames would from a dragons maw and it was headed towards Alcibiades. Never had she breathed fire before but it was exhilarating, it was power, it was scary. Still did the fire pour and pour and pour until she was sure that the entire area surrounding where Alcibiades stood was burnt.