FALLING ON YOUR KNEES — BLIZZARDCLAN RAID

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    The Blizzardclan vice-leader was taken by surprise when a young girl hurled herself at him. She was less than half his age, but clearly an apprentice, and, he reminded himself, an Exiler. Still, she was met with mild hesitance as Pierce froze, unsure what to do. In his moment's pause, the girl landed on his chest, causing him to stumble away from Vanari. He wouldn't have fallen had it not been for his own clumsiness, his hindpaws twisting as he tumbled down onto his side and felt claws raking over his cheek. An expression of set determination appearing on his features, the tom raised one of his back legs and attempted to kick ATHENA C.D. off of him. His claws would likely dig into the smaller feline's belly, and hopefully wind her with the force of his kick. His front leg was bleeding and he could feel the venom - though he was unaware that that was what it was - from Vanari's fangs inching into his blood, numbing his leg slightly.


    Then Vanari returned, his teeth fixing themselves around the smaller creature's leg once more and, much to Pierce's horror, crunched down on it. It snapped, blood gushing from the holes the komodo dragon's teeth and left and the bone being successfully and quite thoroughly crushed. The boyish serval suppressed a scream of agony, which came out as more of a squeak, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he attempted to tear his leg free of the other's grasp. Then, limping backwards with his paw held inches from the ground and attempting to balance on his hind legs for a moment, aimed to rake his claws specifically over Vanari's one of eyes, considering it was the only place free of scales that he could find. Whether he was successful or not, he would stumble, nearly crashing to the ground but managing to catch himself with his still-functioning front leg. For a moment, he regretted sending Doug away - he had overestimated himself, or perhaps underestimated the enemy -, but he pushed the thought from his mind. There was nothing he could do now but not die and hopefully still beat this guy up a bit.

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    The lizard would give one last yank of his head backwards as the Blizzardclanner pulled his leg free, trying to cut into it again as it was ripped from his serrated jaws. Letting out a rasping cackle, he would open his eyes and yank his claws from the ground just in time to see an attack coming. Ducking to the side, the slash for his eyes would instead rake against his shoulder, leaving a fairly deep scratch despite the scales. Instantly back on the offensive, Vanari would turn back and slash out with both front claws, trying to rip into the same leg he had just bitten, and really hoping that he would rip it off.


    Pierce

    It was chaos, pure chaos and she didn't understand what was going on till she smelled Blizzardclan, Oh no. They'd come to hurt her friend hadn't they! She felt her paws shiver and shake as she forced herself to move forward, fear glazing over her deep blue eyes. She had been capture while looking for Jacob but they had been nice to her even told her the bad secrets of what Blizzardclan really did, who they really were. But a part of her didn't think that all of them liked that stuff right? Then why had they all come here? Confusion flickered across her expression and she winced as she smelled the iron of red stuff. Blizzardclan had come to put her friend's red stuff on the outside! She couldn't let that happen and so she ran forward as quickly a she could, eyes wide and fearful as she looked around. "No! Alci! Run away!"


    Alcibiades

    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    Swords and knives. Sweetophelia never bothered with such primitive weapons. They were meant for humans, they were invented purely for the use of the human species, they and their dexterous digits. She never understood why other animals even bothered trying their hand and had never been very interested in any remotely human activities herself aside from writing (and her penmanship happened to be exactly what one would expect to see from a cat with a pencil and paper).


    Quickly step-siding, the grey lioness moved in for a second attack, her pale lilac eyes cold with resolve as she sought to round around the smaller mammal. Hoping to get behind him, she lifted her front legs, intending to crash down hard on his spine.


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    Looks like his attempt at flirting failed, but it's okay. He couldn't win every time, and besides, his attempt helped to distract the serval for a few seconds so that was good news. Hell, he was always in a good mood on the battlefield perhaps that was what Perry was feeling too. Hell, if the other Exile ever admitted their thoughts about his raid vibes, he would be flattered. Anyhow, back to the present, his attack did not hit its mark but he didn't give a shit. You won some and you lose some, and you couldn't get caught up on those numbers unless you sucked that bad. But he was pretty confident in himself so he rebounded.

    And fuck. His concentration was broken when Andraste's voice was picked up by his ears. He immediately spat the hilt of the blade out. "Andy! It's not saf-!" Seems like his concern for young creatures and a golden bargaining chip fucked him over quite a bit. Well, if he had to be honest, the girl did grow on him. She reminded him of a more rambunctious Kennedy, a young doberman pup that was part of his pack. She had been missing for a while now and half of him wanted to keep the strange little hybrid as a replacement for the missing girl even though he knew it wasn't possible when he had her relations in mind.

    So he was not only distracted by the girl but interrupted by their mother. His pale blue eyes had flickered over to the ivory colored apprentice for a minute and Sweetophelia had capitalized on it. Thankfully for him, she didn't get his spine. He had maneuvered when he turned to look at Andraste and the lioness only ended up slamming down on his hind leg. It hurt like a bitch but it was only a bruise, a fracture at most. He could deal with it. "Andy! They're trying to take our lands! I can't run!" He fibbed as he wrenched his leg from underneath the wildcat's paws and snatched up his sword once again in his mouth, pointing it at Sweetophelia threateningly. He had put on an act for Andraste and he had to finish it with himself as a victim and Blizzardclan as a villain. Maybe it would look pretty bad on his battle records but in the grand scheme of things, Duchess would be proud of him for sowing seeds of doubt right?

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

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


    ANDRASTE   SWEETOPHELIA.

    Oh. Oh. Spider saw the chaos erupting on Exiler soil and it sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to engage in war but the Exiles were being defeated for sure. He felt like he should do something but he wasn't sure what exactly to do. Spider did know how to kill... unfortunately the tiger had been forced to do it before because he'd been encouraged but he didn't ever want to do it again. His claws anxiously kneaded the ground and Spider Silva Grimes quickly decided he could help some other way that didn't involve hurting another human being. "MERLOT!" Spider yelled out when he saw his big brother fighting off some people. He just didn't want his brother to be hurt. He would step in if he had to but... he didn't want to. If someone's hurt, I'll drag them off the sidelines and.. stitch them up? Or try to.

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    Claws struck against her face -- that is, scoring down the bone of her skull, given her lack of precious flesh. Growl in her throat, the healer snapped her jaws wildly, pivoting on her paws in the attempt to slam her right shoulder into his throat, hopefully knocking the wind out of him. But she was glad he didn't seem to have a shitton of powers; she was still recovering from those burns the HawkClan leader gave her last week.


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    ❝ WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH ❞ blood dribbled down the side of his skull as he tore himself away from jupiter's maw, staining his fur a deep crimson as he turned only to have the wind knocked out of him. her shoulder crashed into his throat, his lungs screaming at him for air as he stumbled and gasped. that shit stung— it stung a lot given his previous injury to his neck that now no longer allowed him to speak. the harbringer's glacier gaze narrowed into thin slits as he whirled on the jackal in a tight circle, lurching forward quickly and attempting to throw his paws across her shoulder and underside, using what strength he had to lift her and slam her viciously into the ground. col was actually a little pissed now when she had went for his throat like that. she might have not noticed the scars lacing his neck, but the place was quite sensitive. that was a dirty fucking move. should he succeed in wrestling jupiter into the ground, coldpaw would attempt to knee her repeatedly in her side, hoping to bruise (or perhaps even break) a couple ribs.


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    ★ ★ ★ Natasha was able to barely avoid Merlot's first hit; she leaped out from underneath the attack and was nicked near her tail. The female watched as blood sprang from the wound, but ignored it- she didn't have time to feel pain in a situation like this. Natasha paused for a second, studying Merlot carefully. He was putting too much weight on his right side. It seemed like there was something wrong with his left side, which she could use to her advantage.

    She feigned an attack to his right side, lurching forward so that he would turn that way without actually hurting him. If that worked, she would immediately jump for his left, aiming to scratch his foreleg viciously and clamp down with her jaws on his hind leg.


    VALAERYA

    I CAN'T FEEL A THING !


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    Illya had been here for... How long? The BlizzardClanner honestly didn't even know anymore. Lying on the ground, with ropes tied around him to keep him hostage and wounds scouring his whole body (the most significant being the brand of "D.D" on his shoulder, large gashes along his sides, a broken leg, teeth marks around his face, and some other very nasty ones), he suddenly heard yelling; and fighting. Opening his eyes, which had been closed from the pain, he warily looked around, noticing his guard was gone. Weakly lifting his head (which was hard to do), the Russian spotted fighting a little ways ahead of him. Catching sight of Sweetophelia, Pierce, and a few others, his eyes widened. This had to be a dream. They weren't here. But still, the male tried to get up, instead falling back down with a cry of pain as the ropes cut deeper into his skin and his broken leg giving out from underneath him. Laying on his less injured side, he could only hope they'd see him.


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    Blood. There was so much blood, oozing from the long gashes Vanari's fangs had made in his leg. In his mouth now, too, due to how hard he had been biting on his cheek - it was all he could do to keep from actually crying out more than he already had, as he had failed to stop the tears from leaking from his bright amber eyes. The leg was useless, he knew this, and what made it even worse was that the Exiler was laughing at him. Pierce gasped for breath, his entire body shaking as he fought to move away from Vanari, his only source of comfort being that he now felt blood on his other paw, meaning he had landed his mark on the komodo dragon. Black spotted his vision, dizziness overcoming him, though whether it was from the pain, the venom, or the blood loss was uncertain.


    He saw the next attack coming, thank God, or else he would definitely be limping around on much worse than a broken leg after this - likely only one, if he even lived to make it out of this raid. Just in time, the lean serval yanked his leg away from his opponent, pain shooting through his shoulder as he did so, though his mind was set on one thing right now- survival. He could feel the claws raking through his flesh, but he was hardly concerned at the moment. Seeing this as his only way to make it out of this without getting ravaged any worse by Vanari, he began limping away from him - to who or where, he was unsure -, only to hear Illya's cry, of all things, through the sounds of tearing flesh and shouts.


    "Illya!" Pierce called, his own voice hoarse from pain as he struggled to move toward the injured canine, trying to blink the blackness from his vision. "It's- it's... gonna be alright," he told Illya, fighting with nearly everything in him to force the thoughts of his own previous tortures from his mind as it began growing foggier and instead forcing himself to focus solely on his clanmate. "We have- um..." Imperia had just run off with Jacob, and those were two of their medics, so- "Lottie. Lottie's... here. Can... can you stand?" He wobbled slightly on his three paws, though nudged the Russian gently, attempting to help him up.


    - ILLYA K.

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    The lizard would follow Pierce, cruel grin never leaving his maw. THIS was the vice-leader of Blizzardclan? Pathetic. Watching as the injured male tried to help his clanmate, Vanari's grin would turn into a sneer. At that moment, he decided to leave his enemy one last gift. Silently coming up behind Pierce, the komodo dragon would try to gouge a large V into the males side with one wickedly sharp claw.


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    Great, she was slammed on the ground -- the healer had a few choice phrases for herself in her head, but she pushed those aside to focus on whatever the fuck this BlizzardClan invader was doing. It seemed she'd angered him, with how brutal those knees were, a fact that would have amused her were she not so tired and injured from all the battles. Instead, she had just about enough of being used as a fucking punching bag. Wasn't it supposed to be her job to patch up the cannon fodder after combat? And now she turned out to be cannon fodder, too, by choice. How pathetic of herself.


    Teeth flashing, she attempted to curl her hind paws into her chest before striking the apprentice where she thought his neck was. Given that she could sense vibrations fairly well, she had a good guess, but she might have aimed more at his chest or face, depending on his spine's rotation. Not letting up, she would then flex her curled up body to explosively attempt to latch her teeth around his neck. So he didn't like his precious neck touched? Fine. She knew exactly where to aim.


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    Illya heard a voice that stood out from the rest. It was from Pierce, who was now limping over to him. Groaning, he saw the vice-leader was injured. "Don't worry about me, help yourself." He wheezed, but tried to get up as Pierce attempted to help him stand. "I-I don't know. I zink so..." Wobbling on three legs, he somehow managed to stand, though his wounds were starting to hurt really bad. Then he saw out of the corner of his eye a large lizard reaching for his friend's side. Illya attempted to shove his friend away from Vanari, hoping that he would be out of the Exiler's reach.


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    "Hush," Pierce ordered at the other's , voice hoarse, as he pressed his side against Illya's to help keep him upright. It was much more difficult than it would typically be, considering his own injury, but the serval stood close to his clanmate, back turned to the approaching Vanari. "You're gonna be fine, let's just get yo-" he was cut off by the attack, or, more so, Illya's attempt to block it as he was shoved aside. Unbalanced, he fell to his side as he glanced up at the other male before, his paw touching a considerably large rock, he grabbed onto it and hurled it at Vanari 's head. Successful or not, with a small grimace, Pierce hefted himself back up to his paws, prepared for another attack on the lizard's part.

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    Good thing Pierce had seemed to forget about the child almost entirely. He was wounded and was trying to aid his friend, his focus seemed to be completely elsewhere as he pathetically hurled a rock toward Vanari. Athena summoned her sword and used it to deflect the rock from hitting her rogue mate while she rushed forward from behind, and, attempting to take him by surprise, she would aim to sink her teeth and claws into the vice deputies back. Yes, attacking him while he was distracted was a bit of a cheap move but he had training, weight, and experience on her, she needed all the advantages she could get. The kittens usually clean white fur was now grimy and had splashes of red where some blood had stained it. She loved this feeling, the rush of the battle.


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