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★ ★ ★ She could hear the raid. Hear the voices. Had they come for her? The battered healer would force herself onto her paws. Struggling to the front of her cell. "Manic?" She weakly called back. Her voice faint, but probably hearable over the raid if one paid attention.
I NEED A HERO
★ ★ ★ A giant moth would glide over the battle. Casting a dark shadow on the area as they dove down to land on the roof of the prison. A loud scree escaping her as she aim to use her Earth manipulation to grab at the paws of the exiles. No one had to get hurt.
IT'S NOT UNUSUAL TO SEE ME CRY
★ ★ ★ The female would appear next on the battle field and looked about calmly. Looking for a battle to join or one for herself.
MESS WITH HER SHE'LL FUCK YOU UP
Haiiro followed closely behind Frisk, depending on them in the treacherous territory around him. When he couldn't see, everything felt more dangerous, ever slip of his paws seeming to be the end of the world. At least with Frisk forming a strange muddy bridge, he was able to walk almost-normally, although he was still forced to feel his way across the mud with a frown. As if it made any difference, he shut his eyes against any attacks that way, not wishing for some little shit to throw sand, dirt, or mud into his useless eyes. As much as they served no purpose, it would still hurt.
Lucien's words caused a vicious snarl to take the place of his absent-minded frown, deadly teeth bared behind a curled lip. Tall, muscular, and laced with more scars than he bothered counting, Haiiro looked the picture of a battle-hardened veteran, willing to do anything to win, and he knew it. The less fortunate part, though, was that he had never been in a proper combat situation. The closest he had ever come was a mock fight when training with his mentor months ago.
Still, as much as he was here more for the purpose of carrying Jelloshots back if the need arose, he was willing to fight and give his life in order to protect his friends and family that were also with them in the raid. Although it started slowly, the fighting soon exploded around him, and the canine-like creature took that chance to begin to slip away in search of Jello. Unfortunately, he noticed the attack on Frisk by an unknown Exiler, and stopped cold in his tracks. Turning as quickly as he dared, Haiiro lunged for Alcibiades from the side and aimed to ram the other over. If he successfully knocked the wolf over, he would blindly (quite literally) attempt to bite and strike anything he could reach with no regards for his personal limits. As he was, he fought to ignore the ache in his barely-healed ribs.
▪ Haiiro Kovic-Break-Bonaparte
▪ 15 months old | Created August 12th, 2016
▪ Demihomosexual/romantic | Male
▪ Reaper (HP) of The Sanctuary | (ShadowClan) Patriot and Sociable titles
▪ Son of the Bogeyman and the void, can take items/injuries out of his dreams
▪ A strange, scarred hybrid between a dog, dire wolf, fox, cat, and tiger with predominantly white fur with gray legs, ears, and black paws. Has two black piercings across the bridge of his nose. Although he is blind, his eyes are not filmy or cloudy, and the only nod to his disability is the complete lack of focus in his gaze. When dealing with extreme emotions, Haiiro's eyes become darker and eventually turn completely black as evidence of his relation to the void.
─ approximately 3ft (91.44cm) tall and 120lbs (54.43kg)
─ currently has two broken ribs on his left side
▪ perceptive / steadfast / resilient
▪ kind / weary / optimistic
▪ cowardly / self-loathing / clingy
▪ quiet / resourceful / sarcastic
▪ hesitant / hyper-focused / insecure
▪ Single | ½ ______
▪ Funhaus x Lirim x Lunae x Juggernautpaw x Derrick x Stormcloud x Septemberfall x Checkpoint x Firtree x Bayonetta
─ Only acknowledges Funhaus and Lirim as parents
▪ Technically has all powers, only knows about and can use telepathy, super senses, conjuration, and take pain
▪ @ HAIIRO to attack.
▪ Challenging mentally and physically.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
Blackpath had taken a beating from the Exiles on top of Darkstalkers poison coursing through his veins. He could hear the battle and felt joy at hearing Frisks voice but was sad too. He knew they were here for Jello and not him. One eye was swollen shut and the other half open not to mention the numerous small cute and his cracked ribs. Trapped in his stone bindings he felt hopelessness overtake him as the battle rage. He just needed to get Frisks attention and hope the Asylum took him in. Using the last of his strength Blackpath focused and attempted to warp the rock holding the front of Jelloshots cell together weakly wheezing,"..Go...please" He cared nothing for his own well being at the moment. He wouldn't die completely as a half demon but he could suffer endless toeture if the Exiles wanted.
Blackpath tried to move but fell to weal to move as he sighed,"Cant...poisoned..."
-- Reyna --
Well at least she had tried. Then again she would have been very surprised if those few words alone had stopped the Exiler. Even still she found it a difficult situation. Reyna knew that from a very young age certain individuals could start learning to fight, especially those with powers. If you did face them in the field like she did now though, there was no real high ground for her to take. Perhaps she just had to remember that in war, nothing was fair. Seeing Athena throw herself forwards the black wolf did exactly the same and allowed herself to collide with her opponent, angling herself as she did to let her various layers of clothing and thick rugged fur take the blow. The sound of tearing fabric briefly filled the air as yet another part of her cloak was ripped away. Not that it bothered her, her garments were already a mess.
Speaking of powers however, that sword made her eyes narrow. If Athena was that ready to spill blood, then fine. Twisting her leg somewhat, Reyna let the keen blade slightly cut into the back of her leg. Although she was now bleeding, the wolf used this to quickly counter by trying to stamp on the blade before Athena could bring it back, pinning it to the floor and letting her dart forwards with jaws like a steel vice attempting to snap shut around her foe.
ooc: Bleh, sorry for any mistakes rushed post 'cause tired ;w;
OOC: its ok
perhaps he was a bit late to the party, but lukas was... angry. now, he wasn't exactly a fighter- and it showed from his weak bone structure and lack of training. but he was filled with pure rage. rushing onto the scene, the rogue narrowed his bright red eyes in anger. "...where the fuck is she?" he exclaimed, tail lashing. jelloshots was his best friend- someone who had always been there for him no matter what happened. if there was anyone to be angry over losing, it would be her, undoubtedly.
⚙ Cismale — He/him — Bisexual Biromantic
⚙ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
⚙ Fourthwall x NPC (believes his father is Seiji)
⚙ The Blackheart Rogues — No rank
⚙ No titles
⚙ Tends to stay silent in almost any situation, talks only if necessary
⚙ Helljaguar [main]
A larger-than-average, darkly colored jaguar with wolf-like ears, large paws, and a fluffy, dog-like tail. His pelt moves like the ripples of a shadow. His eyes are dark red, and he wears a beat-up crown on his head.
injuries: None currently
⚙ Physically easy-medium — mentally medium
⚙ Attack in bold red
⚙ Powers consist of telekinesis.
roleplayed by Baratheon
leader of the blackheart rogues
"THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE
"Well damn, looks like we're crashing the party." I'd say with a grin. I honestly hadn't expected The Sanctuary to be here as well, but low and behold here they were. Apparently we'd both come for Jello. Cool. Apparently she was liked by a lot of people, and there was nothing wrong with that. Still, it meant having to share the fun, which kind of sucked. Oh well!
With a shark-like grin my eyes would begin to glow a bloody red before that glow spilled over onto my cheeks to bleed a vibrant tribal as I drew power from the demon and was granted my access to my powers. Without a word of warning I'd send a violent gust of focused air toward Vanari ATHENA C.D. and Esmerelda~ , hoping that the sudden invisible strikes would knock them on their asses and give their opponents a chance to strike a more fatal blow- or at least give them an edge, if they weren't interested in going for the kill.
"Manic, get her out. I'll try to cover you since most of The Exiles seem caught up with Frisk and her clan." I'd say telepathically, figuring she didn't need telepathy to have her mind invaded by my words.
"BUT FOR WHAT WE'VE BECOME WE JUST FEEL MORE ALONE"
Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual
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.
★ ★ ★ She heard Lukas as well and noted how bad off Blackpath was. Damn, this was bad news. Slipping out, she would attempt to nudge Blackpath to his paws. Letting him lean on her, despite her painful looking frame. she was not hurting. She felt no pain.
I NEED A HERO
So now the Black Heart Rogues had shown their ugly faces? Pathetic, and honestly it wasn't overkill. The black heart rogues probably were just itching to get into a fight but was it really neccesary for the child to fight three opponents at once. Reina had slammed her foot down on her sword but since she could conjure it and make it disappear at will it vanished in a cloud of smoke, but Athena had not been anticipating the jaws that clamped down on her ankle, hard. The kitten let out a ghasp of pain but she didn't hesitate. Summoning a dagger, she attempted to bring it down into the others muzzzle in an attempt to get her to let go, if this worked she would break free and roll out of the way with just barely enough time to avoid the claws of her other attacker, her white fur stained with dirt and her own blood as his claws raked against her side. They were light scratches but they still stung the child. She stood ready to jump back into the fight, although her side ached and her ankle hurt like a mother fucker, however just as she stood she was knocked back by an invisible force, she let out a cry of pain as her tiny white body was slammed into a tree. Still, the kitten was persistent, after only a brief moment of recovery she staggered to her paws, ready to retaliate against her now two attackers by conjuring two individual daggers and throwing them in both Reyna and Crown Prince's directions. She couldn't do much else, seeing as how there was no way for her to run with an injury as deep as the one that was now on her ankle, blood dripped into the sand where she stood but she had no choice but to hold her ground the best she could. After the daggers were thrown she summoned her sword and held it in front of her, assuming a defensive stance, ready to deflect whatever was thrown at her next while she held her injured paw up gingerly.
The sound of battle roared in Sloane's ears as she appeared, fighting the urge to jump in. What was this? Who had one of her fellow Exiles' captured now? Honestly she hoped that person was worth this because, in the end, Sloane was getting tired of having to fight every morning. It didn't mean she would stop, or that her skills would diminish, but what exactly had made this rag-tag group of people decide to come together against the Exiles?
The blind femme would take careful pawsteps around the appointed battle field, allowing her senses to reach out and paint her a picture of what she had to work with. She heard Athena and Alci, both in the throes of battle - she also sensed Isaac, hoping he wouldn't be captured yet again. She still had the marks from Littlestar's claws on her back.
From what Osric could tell, Jello wasn't hurt. At least The Exiles had had the decency to not injure a medic - that would've really crossed a line. Not that capturing Jelloshots in the first place hadn't been bad enough.
It seemed that the rescue part of the mission was under control, so the Blackheart deputy figured he'd be of most use in combat against The Exiles. The tom searched out an opponent, or an ally who needed some backup, and his light blue gaze settled on SLOANE > . Osric growled and launched himself at the femme, hoping to knock her off balance.
||Medium Opponent||No Kill||PM for Capture or Seriously Injure||