PARTY TIME | WIND HAVEN RAID RALLY

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    ✦ ✧ ✦ December had tasked him with leading a raid. Quite frankly, Oz never led a raid before, however he'd seen it be done many times. Raids were the most thrilling thing for him, a man that could find happiness in little things. "Brigaders! We're going off to attack the Wind Haven! Capture as many as you can or slaughter them all - I don't give a shit. Let's head out!" Yells out the large hellhound, his crimson gaze half-lidded and filled with nothing but bloodlust.


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    ❅❅A raid, the time had finally come, he was about to participate in his first true battle, his first real live combat experience, and equal parts of anxiety and excitement spiked in him at the thought. He didn't particularly have anything against the Wind Haven, not like he did the Veil, but this would be the perfect test of just where he stood in terms of other combatants. Now, he could finally find just what he needed to improve on, what areas he was lacking in, could finally get out of this pit of stagnation he had gone and gotten himself into. "Right behind you" the speckled hellhound called out as he stepped forward, the faintest hint of a grin showing on his muzzle despite his nerves

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    Upon hearing the call, December was quick to head over. The young leader had been eager to stretch his muzzles and throw a bit of spice into his life and he'd been looking foreward to this ever since he asked Ozy to host it. "You got it, Oz!"


    The Wind Haven had never done anything to the Brigade, but that didn't change the fact that they were a resource they could explaoit. The world was cruel and it would crush you in a heartbeat if you let it. The only way to to survive and to enjoy it was to put yourself and your group above anything and anyone else. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and December was determined to make sure that his clan came out on top.


    "Excited Obsidian?" he called with an encouraging grin as he came to stand beside the younger canine, giving the hellhound a friendly nudge with his shoulder. The Wind Haven was a maller group so it would be the perfect place for their younger or less experienced members to test the waters, and this way the stronger members could keep an eye out to intervene if they had to.




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    Ah, perfect, a raid. Akuma had forgotten for but a moment what sort of clan he had taken up residence in: an anti-clan. He hadn't participated in a raid that hadn't been orchestrated by himself in a long while, and it seemed like there was no plan following this one apart from just causing chaos. The Baskerville narrows his eyes slightly a quiet scoff leaving him at Ozymandias' apparent disregard for a sound strategy. They had no plan and no back up strategy in case things went south - how poor a general Ozymandias would be; he would personally not trust the hellhound to head any of his armies with carelessness like that. It would cost him lives and precious pawns.


    The onyx serval decided he'd only participate in this raid to see how badly it would go, for his own amusement and less so for the Brigade's integrity. He didn't care for anyone but himself and his dwindling family of which he was beginning to see less and less of ( as was common, those he knew seemed to enjoy abandoning him for a hobby but he was not particularly bitter over it either ). In any case, it seemed like Wind Haven would be their unfortunate victims. As for what he knew about the group, his knowledge of them was adequate. They lived at the base of Mt. Kodiak and were a farming and healing oriented pro-clan. They would no doubt have a few resources to spare not that winter was ebbing away and turning over to spring. Akuma decided himself that perhaps he could steal herbs for himself to use for his "illness."