IT'S JUDGEMENT DAY ¤¤ cartel's rescue raid

+— The Sinner +++ SIR PENTIOUS +++ The Inventor —+

The basilisk was poised to go, ready to charge forth once instructed to do so. He hadn't expected to be back so soon to the Ruins, but the pricks just couldn't take a hint it seemed. Maybe this time they would learn, or so he hoped anyway. For now the Capo held back and awaited orders from Angel and Asimov, hoping they would thrust him right into the thick of it. A silent prayer left him though and he wished Breakout all the best with his mission.

★ - the capo felt at home at the right side of breakout, and was a bit sad to see him leave him. he knew he was going to rescue rue, but.. he liked being so physically close to his boss. dull red eyes then faced angelbeats, and he nodded. "it's showtime." he said quietly, to her and only her- his sister. he loved her and was ready to fight alongside her.

"cartelians - charge!" he said to his clanmates, who lied dormant in wait. he then immediately broke off into a sprint - running as fast as his long legs could carry him. the hot breeze on his pelt was surprisingly welcoming, despite the fact that he knew that in a few short moments, he would likely be tackled, but it didn't matter. he just had to get someone to attack him. this sort of suicide mission had his heart beating against his chest, the war drums already sounded with his call. this was where he belonged - on the battlefield.

// hard difficulty, please attack in underline and @ this account! no limit on attackers :0

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upon hearing the call for attack, the albino's ears perked and she let out a loud snarl. Ruins! the first tier's voice boomed loudly as she straightened her posture and yelled across camp. Apparently some vermin have welcomed themselves in! Make sure everyone is safe! she then raced ahead, her heart pounding as she thought about someone harming the youth. she knew her boyfriend and father could take care of themselves. blood boiling, she charged towards ASIMOV with opened jaws and electricity crackling up her long legs. she aimed a bolt of electricity straight for the male, before then aiming to lunge straight at him to tackle him over.

// extreme difficulty, the ruins (battle and weaponry) strategist, can take up to 2 attackers, ask before serious injury, open to minor injuries. tag ANGELFACE EVD -  

"speech."

★ - as he was immediately hit with a burst of white-hot energy in his hip, he winced. good, he thought- at least his plan worked. it stung, the pain foreign to him, as it dissipated through his other leg. electricity... well, i better keep grounded. no acrobatics, he thought. his nimbleness was made him a strategic fighter, and if he wanted to stay alive, he knew what he had to do. this opponent was about his size, but she had an advantage in her powers.

the blood rushed in his ears as she saw him leap at him. every muscle in his body screamed as he took off in another calculated rush, just narrowly avoiding her lunge. as he was running, the adrenaline soon wore off, and it was replaced with burning pain. the place where the electricity had entered his body had burned, and it hurt. every time he moved it sent ripples of agony throughout his body, but he had to ignore that. his master plan involved one thing, and it was just sprinting.

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retro snickered menacingly as her first attack hit, and she landed on all four paws as the second one didn't. oh, so he liked running? speedfreak would have enjoyed this opponent. she licked her lips and let out another snarl, her fangs gleaming in the desert sun. she would have to be very offensive with this one. but she enjoyed it, so it'd be no issue at all. thinking for a moment, a twisted smirk made its way onto her lips as she grasped the dagger hanging around her neck, taking it out of its sheath. Come play. she said against its handle, raising to her full height and letting her head fall in front of her throat to protect it. she aimed electricity at the back of ASIMOV , wanting him to move forward and attack her directly.

"speech."

The Cartel was a. . . Most troublesome group, to put it simply. Their reputation preceded them in many ways; she remembered the days that Bill Cipher, wretched animal, had led the group through days of chaos and infamy. She's less than impressed with them even still, keen to dismiss them as little more than a gaggle of drug addicts looking for their next fix. They seemed to be fixing for a fight, in this case. Slipping onto the seen at her clanmate's call, her light green eyes would sweep over the scene as she sought out an opponent.

— He wasn't in the best mindset to deal with all of this foolish bullshit. His missed Lola, he should be planning her funeral instead of participating in pointless battles with the Cartel. His nose would wrinkle, teeth lifting as he scoured the land for a potential opponent. The Thunderlands, the Exiles, the Cartel, it seemed there was always a nuisance group banging on their doorstep. Flames already dancing around his paws, the blue tinted regent would wait for an opening to attack. They wanted their member back? Pfft, they were just risking more being abducted.

/ track post for now

^{how am i supposed to feel | storage}

[ aaaAAAH track omg breakout!!! dione is going to die ]

+— The Sinner +++ SIR PENTIOUS +++ The Inventor —+

"Wait-... what?"

The plan was to just charge? The basilisk rolled his eyes before he began to slither forth at speed across the sands, fortunately rather adept at doing so by now thanks to his previous attacks on the Ruins and from moving across the beach back home. His gaze flicked to and fro as he searched for an opponent or two. He was a big lad after all, he could handle a couple surely.

His attention was soon on Amour as he caught sight of her first. He hurried towards her at speed before sweeping his tail across the sand in an attempt to cast sand into her eyes before he aimed to lock his jaws around any part of her with the hopes of coiling his powerful body around her. He had no intention of killing her, but rather he was looking to knock her out the fight or to take a captive for later. Either way he intended to have some fun.

// Attacking DOROTHEA D.  

THEY'RE WRITTEN DOWN FOR ALL ETERNITY

BUT YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE PRICE IT COSTS

Angel smirked maliciously as Asimov led the charge with her second cry, a deep howl pierced through the air. She watched as Breakout disappeared among the scuffle. Her eyes darted this way and that, itching for a fight, and Elian seemed like the perfect target. She remembered when he was still a young boy, roughing up his sister and generally being a dick, that didn't seem to have changed much. As much as the catsune wanted to feel something for him, she found nothing. He was an enemy, he allowed Rue's capture, and that was enough for her. Angel lunged at ELIAN , her claws unsheathed and aiming to rake down the length of his side and to catch at his hip bone. If she was successful, she would attempt to dig her dagger dipped in poison deep into his side.

//open to one attacker at a time, not open to maim/kill/capture, open to capturing/torturing/killing, difficult physically, mentally extreme

Ah, it seems she's late to the party. An aggravated sigh escapes the Regent's lips as she notices that all the opponents are taken up - how boring. Arya didn't want to steal anyone's kill, so she waited. She wonders if they know her sister has taken up a dual-alliance here, hopefully that meant the Ruins would chase her out once this whole debacle was over. Her sword is sheathed in its halted around her side as pale red orbs glitter with malice. The Cartel has always been a stain on her family name and she's always enjoyed pummeling them into the ground. Her claws sink into the sand beneath her as she waits for an opponent.

( very hard physically, mentally medium, open to two attackers at a time - open to minor/medium level injuries, killing/maiming/capturing your character, closed to kill/capture )

Mary-Ann wasn't one for violence or battle of any kind. She would surely give her life in defense of someone she loved, but if it weren't absolutely her last option she wouldn't raise a paw to harm another living being. However, she had recently been promoted to nurse, and it was now her responsibility to make sure that her clanmates were looked after and promptly tended to in the instance they were injured, which obviously was going to happen during a raid. The blind young wolf hesitantly approached the growing battlefield, making sure to keep her distance but lingering close enough that she would be able to reach any fallen Ruiners quickly. Anxiety and fear rolled off her in waves, but with her father close by she felt a touch more at ease.

[sorry for the bland post but mary is open for interaction! attack in bold underline, not open to capture/kill, minor injuries allowed]

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hearing his sister's call, the young eurasian wolf strode out onto the battle field and scanned the area. his desert colored gaze caught the sight of mary-ann, and being the boy he was, he decided to waltz over to her side to make sure the nurse was further protected. he couldn't bear to see her get hurt, she was quite possibly his closest friend. he made sure his scent caught wind so that she smelled him first, before aiming to gently press against her to comfort her. It's gonna be okay. he whispered to her, standing tall next to her and making sure no one came close.

// medium difficulty, mention KALIKA - when attacking

not open to major injury, open to minor injury. ask for capture.

"speech."

The fighting is quick to draw his attention. It's no surprise that he finds Elian's scent, and he quickly zeroes in on the shape of Elian's shadow- something he'd become very familiar with through his time. The rest of the fighting doesn't bother him at all, in fact he pays it no mind, but what does catch his attention is the shape of some bitch coming at his uncle. His mouth gapes open as he lets out a rather feline scream and charges, hoping to intercept Angelbeats~ before her claws could catch on a single strand of fur. "Not my uncle, you bitch!" he caterwauls, milky, sightless eyes glaring daggers at where he knows Angelbeats to be standing. If he succeeded, he'd attempt to close his mouth around her ear and shake his head back and forth angrily.

"COME ON CARRY YOUR FLAME, SET THE LIGHT ON FIRE" & TAGS

GHOULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER ☣

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Ghoulian chuckled grimly as he erupted onto the scene, carried along on long legs that brought him towards Mary-Ann and Kerosene at speed. Sparking with green coloured electricity across his body he then attempted to send tendrils of lightning towards the pair of them with the intentions of stunning them. The Nurse grinned with malicious intent as he would then attempt to follow things up by trying to bite Kerosene's scruff with the intentions of tossing him aside with force.

//Attacking both MARY-ANN and KALIKA -

☠ THE WORLD WILL BURN!