FALLING ON YOUR KNEES — BLIZZARDCLAN RAID
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Arriving in the crowd of BlizzardClanners was one of it's paladin commanders. He had shifted into his obsidian wolf body for this occasion, deciding that a simple feline body would do him no good compared to the flying beasts and mythical bastards that were in the clans. He blinked his copper eyes, wary looking around as the back of his neck bristled in anticipation. Jerseyboy had no formal training, but hell, he would beat the shit out of someone to try and rescue his brother. He was pissed.
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Chesspieces was sure he was one of the few warriors of BlizzardClan who had no reason to be here other than free his clanmates. The white paladin trainee had no relationship with those captured but they were clanmates, nonetheless, and he swore to broke them - in a few short words, that was. Now that he was here, following behind Jerseyboy and Sweetopehlia with nimble pawsteps, Chesspieces knew there was no turning back. He was in this now and he would stay until the battle was over.
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//retro to size change
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He'd never thought he would be back here so soon, much less of his own accord. The dragon stepped up by his clanmates, a red vial glowing fiercely against his chest and, fainter, a purple vial. Several of his friends had been taken, and he wouldn't stand by idly as they were possibly tortured. Without a word, he simply waited for the signal to attack.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
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Since she had literally just joined the Exiles today, she had no idea why these assholes where showing up on their territory, but it wasn't hard for Neo to figure out it wasn't on friendly terms. She didn't need context for this raid anyways, she was just eager to sink her claws in some stuck up bitches. Neo trotted over first before any other Exile member, her tail lashing and her multi-color gaze locked on Jerseyboy. Oh boy did she want to knock this guy off his feet right this very second. She'd flash him a cruel grin, silently challenging him for a fight.
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Vanari slinked out from under a large rock, a cold glint in his eyes. So Blizzardclan finally decided to show up. The komodo dragon had expected it for some time now, so he wasn't surprised at the large force appearing on their border. But for the moment, the large lizard would hold his ground, glaring silently at each Blizzardclanner as he saw them.
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Two Exilers. Six Blizzardclanners. Already, Pierce knew they didn't stand a chance. Blizzardclan was too large, filled with too many well-trained individuals. At least that meant this battle would be quick and they could get their friends home quickly. With that thought in mind, the serval hurried over with his lip slightly curled. They had taken Mie, his friend, and sweet, sweet Jacob. There had been others, too - Aleksei, Illya, and even Andraste, naive Andraste, too, right? Although he didn't have the greatest opinion on Aleksei and he didn't know Andraste or Illya well, they were his clanmates, and they had been stolen from their homes - their wrongdoers were going to be punished. Stationed near Sweetophelia, the serval scanned his surroundings, looking for - or, more accurately, waiting for - someone to attack.
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//track because it's probably not a good idea to get tied up in this when I'm going to be on a plane all day tomorrow <3
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Standing among his clanmates, Mob silently watched as the exilers slowly began to appear, expression blank, as usual. The only giveaway to how he was feeling were his half-lidded eyes, hatred shining in his amber colored irises. As he waited for another opponent to show up, he wondered if Shishou would be disappointed in him if he found out he was planning to fight using his powers. The boy felt like he was doing the right thing, since his clanmates had been captured by the exilers... but he still couldn't help but feel like he was breaking his promise. Shaking his head, he turned his focus back to the raid. There was no backing out of this now. I'm sorry, Master Reigen...
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They were very much out matched here though he had no real idea as to why they were here at all. Guessed the Exiles must have done something to piss them off. They always did something to piss someone off. A low sigh left the adolescent as he grunted, pain searing along his left side. He was already injured from their pointless raid against Hawkclan. Well, it hadn't been useless per say considering they had raided them first out of some nonsense with the Cartel. He wondered if Blizzardclan knew that Hawkclan was with the Cartel? It was curious but he didn't say anything on the whole idea of it all. He merely moved his large form onto the battlefield, rolling his shoulders. They probably just saw a budding adolescent but he would defend his home even if he didn't know why or what that purpose was. His ears pulled forward as he looked all of them, most likely staring death in the face if they had the balls to murder someone. His muzzle curled a low growl leaving his throat but no words abandoning him.
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Following his rather large clan into the home of the Exiles was the large white figure of Rajahcrowns, who came prepared with his trusty sword. He was more of a warrior of weaponry rather than of powers, despite having all of the possible powers that there was. They always seemed to come with odd side effects though, and besides, up close combat was the most thrilling. As the tiger glanced around, he noticed that the Exiles were painfully outnumbered. He chucked at this, not feeling sorry for them as they were the ones to have stolen an important BlizzardClan member. They deserved what was coming for them, and Raj couldn't wait to experience that sweet feeling of justice. For now though he stayed put, not wanting to be the one to begin the bloodshed.
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Yikes, talk about being outnumbered. Of course, Beck sided with the team clearly going to win, and the three Exilers that showed up didn't appear to have any authority or dignity whatsoever. Easy pickings, in the homicidal poltergeist's opinion. Of course, he couldn't just pounce on one and rip out a jugular right now, he had to wait for O Mighty Sweet's to give the command. Impatiently, the dead boy rocked on his paw pads before launching into a wheeze of unhinged giggling. "Aw, look at them! They don't even know why we're here! Ain't they the cutest?" Referring to their somber silence and refusal to admit to anything. In a subtle method of intimidation, Beck's apparition contorted from a bristling feline into a coyote with a dark shadow engulfing his silhouette. The adaptable canine stabilized himself swiftly, shaking his head to flare out his hackles as he leaned forward into a readied slouch. Beck couldn't help but click his fangs together in excited boredom - if this took any longer, he was going to lash out at the nearest enemy with or without orders.
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His glare breaking from the Blizzardclanners for a moment, Vanari would look off in a rather random direction before closing his eyes and developing a look of intense concentration. The one power he had, the one he never used. It had better fucking work now. After a short time, the lizard would open his eyes and look back at the Blizzardclanners, his cold glare reappearing like it had never left.
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I'M NOT LOVING YOU THE WAY I WANTED TO
The calm demeanor of Perry approached next, honeyed hues glee with joy. He knew why the little snowshits were here; to collect the worthless scraps that had been here way too long. Some little Russian with a bad mouth was the only one he had met. If he had to admit it, the direwolf would certainly miss the warped voice of him. Russian accents always gave him a little flare of excitement. Anyway.
The notion that they were pretty outnumbered gave the kid no fear. If anything, it gave him a rush of pure pride. If the BlizzardClanners had to bring this much of a cavalry, they were afraid in his book. A smirk smearing across his lips, the male would simply comment, "You guys just gonna stand there and look pretty, or are we gonna get this party going? I don't have much time to beat your asses." in a light voice laced with violence. All this "wait for the leader to give the go" bullshit pissed him off. It was a goddamn raid, for fuck's sake. There was no need to stand tall and strong for ten minutes and spit crappy insults at each other. That was boring. That was pointless.
WHAT I HAD TO TO DO, HAD TO RUN FROM YOU
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Were they outnumbered? Yes. Were they going to win? Maybe not, but he sure as hell knew that the Exiles could easily outlast Blizzardclanners who probably have not saw the light of a battlefield in months. No one fucked with them and they were probably hella soft, their best warriors were probably only comparable to the Exile's mediocre ones. After all, they thrived off combat, they lived off this shit, these raids. Hell, it was so nice for Sweetophelia to bring them the whole party, they didn't even have to set foot off their territory. And of course, defense was easier.
"Hey, hey, heeeyyy!" Came the boisterous greeting from the pale canine as he arrived, a grin slapped on his face as he took stock of the situation. "Missing your kiddies already? Don'tcha know that we've got the best babysitting services here? You've got absolutely nothing to worry about." The canine would cackle as began to pick up speed, his pale blue eyes set on the lioness. He wasn't sure how the Targaryen was on the battlefield but he wanted to knock her off her damn high ass pedestal. But if Duchess decided to show, he'll back down and give her over of course. Without waiting much longer, the cream colored beast would lunge at SWEETOPHELIA, aiming to slash the femme quickly with his oddly sharpened claws before ducking backwards to gauge her reaction. He had to play this right. The lioness weighed more than him.CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN
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Even as the lying little bitch he was, Beck was true to his own words. When some cock strutted up practically asking for someone to tackle him, the specter glanced at him and yelped out with a teasing wink, "You've got it, princess!" Guess he would be one of the sparks to light the tinder. Tendons bunched together in his back legs and released twice as fast, two coiled springs giving him enough momentum to bound a few paces to close the gap between him and the opposing forces. Without breaking stride or smirk, Beck lunged forward at Perry, aiming to purely stun him with force rather than bite or scratch anything. Probably would end up unbalancing himself, but who gave a damn, really? Out of the corner of his vision, some hotshot charged Sweetophelia, but everyone else would try to cover her or something. Not his problem.