Making Matters Worse {SKULL ATTACK}

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PLUXIRIA -- SKULL -- OPEN/ATTACKING OBLIVION-- HARD -- LEADER

Pluxiria, completely controlled by Deathwish, gave a snarl. He stayed back for just a few moments, observing the beginning of battle, knowing the end may be in a matter of minutes for him. At least he'll die honourably, serving Skull to the very end. "Elite filth. Elite filth, Elite filth, we'll get rid of you all," he muttered, chanting the words over and over again, before charging forwards, sharp claws unsheathed and teeth bared in a snarl, before he leapt at the large melanistic caracal, aiming to cling onto the large wildcat, trying to dig his claws into the thick pelt.

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Maple growled. He was so ready for another battle. So ready for the chance to really claw someone good.

Jase Suka|kit|No kill|medium|Elite|open

Jase, on the other paw, was not so excited. Then again, he never was. He was merely a drone. A soldier in the army ready to die for his superiors. He didn't care. It wasn't his place to care.

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"Yo, Libra," called Xyla to her sister in that shadowy voice of hers before unsheathing her claws, blinking and amber eyes narrowed with concentration. She had never been in a battle before and her lack of skills made her an easy target, though her willpower wasn't going to let her down this time. The feline had promised herself to be useful within all aspects of battle--and she wasn't going to fall out.

Oh, this is gonna be good, thought Xyla Mortem, a small, dark grin spreading upon her face. So what if she was laughed at and thrown to the ground. It didn't matter much to her. The feline flicked an ear before leaping into the fray.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px] LOARA -- SKULL -- HELPING VOLITAIRE/FIGHTING ROSEBLOOD -- MEDIUM/HARD

The black tortoiseshell gave a hiss as she saw the russet-colored cat attack Volitaire. She was a she-cat, but she always thought herself as a tom. She proved herself, and besides, he was a high position. Loara unsheathed her claws, launching at Roseblood, fur bristling in anger as she aimed to dig her claws into the she-cat's side, then bringing down her teeth on her flank, hoping to cause some severe injuries.

Battling gave her the satisfaction that nothing hardly can. She trained for this, competed in the very first Skull Games, where she-cats fight each other to the death or until they are so terribly injured that they die shortly afterwards. Rewards are great, of course. She herself had not entered for the second, being away.

[ just saying, it is unrealistic if your cat dodges moves every single time~ ]

Omorthan--Skull--Cave-Warden--Hard

The red-brown tom watched the fighting from a distance, keeping his body low so no one can detect him. He was a cave-warden after all, and that meant keeping an eye on Deathwish, Sharven, and Pluxiria. He will come in trouble occurs to them.

Rosalind--Skull--Spy--Medium to Hard

The lilac-point was running, stopping quickly as her guard went up. Her heart was beating with excitement. Truthfully, the gentle she-cat was not used to fighting, but I it was important-- and by the sound of Deathwish's voice it seemed important-- she did not want to lie around at home, bored out of her mind.

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[size=30pt]✘ Roseblood ✘[/size]
|| Elite || Hard || Medium Injuries || No Kill || Possible Capture ||
|| Attacking Voltaire ||

Having been tensed in readiness, Rose was able to duck out of the way of the Skulls deputy and his heavy strike. She snarled at the larger tom and glared with glittering obsidian eyes. She flung herself at Voltaire, landed just short of the tom, then darted with incredible swiftness to his slide, whipping out her claws and aiming to slash at his side before pelting behind him and trying to bite the massive tom's tail.

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Wëndigo wrote:

"Moron. Don't banter before a surprise attack," Whyn sneered while sliding out of the way. She was able to keep herself relatively calm; an impressive feat, since she was going [i]s***! Do I still have both ears?

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in her head like mad. No pain. Both ears. Who can say it wasn't a successful dodge, no matter how hasty? She then smiled wildly out of sheer nerves. Whyn was still quite sane, right? The black and ginger member leaped at Rohan, aiming to latch on to his pelt and pummel him with her hindclaws.

Rohan // Skull // Fighting Whyn // Major injuries allowed // medium - hard

Suprise attack? When the hell do I ever rely on surprise? It was true. Rohan, as a Cave Warden, was required to be at least a bit hefty, which he was, but furthermore, sneakiness wasn't really his style. His was a more... forward approach. Baring his teeth, Rohan spat, "Whore!" as he danced out of her way, his paws skidding momentarily before finding purchase on the ground. Hurriedly he countered, sending out his paw to slash at her face.

{ sacrifice - elite adviser - hard/no kill - attacking rosalind }
When Liesel declaired the Elite to attack, Sacrifice could only roll his eyes. Did she really expect cats to listen to her as a Guard? Lies. Glancing at the front door of the mansion, Sacrifice sighed. The amount of Elite cats showing up was rather sad. "ELITE! GET OUT HERE AND FILLET THESE IDIOTS!" The Adviser yowled, launching himself at Rosalind.

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{ dmitres - elite wildcat - extremely difficult - no kill - attacking rohan }
Carefully slipping out of the Mansion at Sacrifice's angry yowl, the lynxbob was caught off guard by the sight of Skull attacking The Elite. Flicking her gaze toward the closest battle- Rohan and Whyn- the lynxbob instantly snarled as the Cave Warden called her fellow Elitist a whore. "I'll make you eat those words, you fucking pile of s***!" The wildcat snarled, leaping toward the tom and aiming to cut one of his achilles tendons on his back legs.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px]LOCRYN -- ELITE -- PROTECTING ROSALIND FROM SACRIFICE -- MEDIUM -- NO KILL

It was the thing he had always feared. He hated Skull and everyone in it, except for his family. He had left Skull and joined the Elite to stay with his mate and kits, but he was torn. Locryn fitted here, but he couldn't let them harm their sister. Never. Some things are worth more than your anti-clan. Trying not to cause any harm to Sacrifice as well, he aimed to knock him out of the way, just to delay his attack. She didn't need any help, as a skilled fighter, but he wouldn't take the chance. The brown tabby and white gave her an almost pleading yet urging look to get out of the battle, but deep inside he knew it was hopeless.

He darted off. Last thing he needed was unwanted recognition.

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Voltaire // Skull // Fighting Roseblood // No kill // Hard

His breath came out at the blow he'd sent at her head missed, and Voltaire immediately skipped to the side and back, away from any counter attack. The tom, having lived for over two years, all of it in the battle intensive Skull, was an excellent fighter, but being big could be hard. He didn't move quite fast enough, and her claws scoured lightly along his flank, his thick fur protecting him from some but not all of the rake. Little shots of pain made their presence known, but Voltaire ignored them. What was a few scratches?

Whisking his tail out of the way of her bite, the deputy snarled horribly and whirled, ready to snap at her face. Before he could manage it, though, he caught sight of another she-cat approaching and grunted. Loara. Good. Relying on her attack to distract the other she-cat, Voltaire resumed his attack, lunging forward and aiming to bury his jaws in her shoulder.

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Rohan // Skull // Fighting Whyn // Major injuries allowed // medium - hard

Suprise attack? When the hell do I ever rely on surprise? It was true. Rohan, as a Cave Warden, was required to be at least a bit hefty, which he was, but furthermore, sneakiness wasn't really his style. His was a more... forward approach. Baring his teeth, Rohan spat, "Whore!" as he danced out of her way, his paws skidding momentarily before finding purchase on the ground. Hurriedly he countered, sending out his paw to slash at her face.

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"You must be mistaken, I'm not your mother. I guess I should have seen that mistake coming; after all, you are a Skull." Whyn probably should have dodged instead of bantered, for Rohan was able to produce three new gashes on her cheek. A relatively unsuccessful dodge. "Daemons damn it all," she hissed under her breath. Rohan was faster than she expected. Whyn reared up on her hindlegs and twisted the front half of her body around, aiming to catch Rohan in a two pawed downward slash. Honesty, she didn't care where it hit at this point.

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Sharven | Skull | Leader | Hard| No kill - Injure Ok | OPEN

Sharven wanted to explain everything to Gideon, to anyone in the Elite who would listen. The thing with hypnotism was that it didn't allow you to. You were trapped in your own mind, acting like someone else's puppet. In this case, it was Deathwish.

Where was that tom? Had had he really sent them here to fight and then abandoned them? No -- he would have his mind back, he was sure. He had to be here somewhere.

"The Elite are allies to the Skull, yes... However you have never been a clan to be trusted!" He hissed at Sharven, claws flexing.

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Opalescence|Elite|Stylist|Easy|No kill-Injure|Currently Pregnant|Open

Opalescence had a gift for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Surrounded by fighting, the pregnant she-cat hid behind a tattered window curtain, holding in her staggered breath. She had simply been heading to her den in hopes of taking a nap when she had heard the battle cries of the skull. Being to slow to escape, the stylist hid herself. Now she waited, imagining the unborn kits inside of her and wondering if they would ever take their first breath. Shaking, Opalescence sent out a prayer. She did not know to whom, but there had to be someone good out in the world to create so much bad.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Sola ;; Guard of The Elite ;; No kill

The tabby was currently furious, but also quite excited. Sola had never been a fan of Skull and now that they were battling, she was pleased. Though there was only one problem..

That meant Afrodita was somewhere in the crowd.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px]LOCRYN -- ELITE -- PROTECTING ROSALIND FROM SACRIFICE -- MEDIUM -- NO KILL

It was the thing he had always feared. He hated Skull and everyone in it, except for his family. He had left Skull and joined the Elite to stay with his mate and kits, but he was torn. Locryn fitted here, but he couldn't let them harm their sister. Never. Some things are worth more than your anti-clan. Trying not to cause any harm to Sacrifice as well, he aimed to knock him out of the way, just to delay his attack. She didn't need any help, as a skilled fighter, but he wouldn't take the chance. The brown tabby and white gave her an almost pleading yet urging look to get out of the battle, but deep inside he knew it was hopeless.

He darted off. Last thing he needed was unwanted recognition.

{ sacrifice - elite adviser - no kill - hard - chasing LOCRYN }

Snarling as he was knocked of his paws, Sacrifice quickly jumped up and turned to chase down Locryn. It obviously wasn't a mistake that he was knocked down, and damn it all if he was going to let an Elite get away with fighting for the wrong side. "HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!" The blue ticked tabby snarled, leaping at Locryn and aiming to knock the tom to the ground.

Neonpaw -- Skull -- Hard -- No Kil -- Minor Injuires -- Open

Neonpaw kicked at the Large Tom's Belly. It sent him Yowling into the bushes. ''Wich one of you Flea-bitten Furballs wants to go down next?'' Neonpaw hissed with rage.

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PLUXIRIA -- SKULL -- OPEN/ATTACKING OBLIVION-- HARD -- LEADER

Pluxiria, completely controlled by Deathwish, gave a snarl. He stayed back for just a few moments, observing the beginning of battle, knowing the end may be in a matter of minutes for him. At least he'll die honourably, serving Skull to the very end. "Elite filth. Elite filth, Elite filth, we'll get rid of you all," he muttered, chanting the words over and over again, before charging forwards, sharp claws unsheathed and teeth bared in a snarl, before he leapt at the large melanistic caracal, aiming to cling onto the large wildcat, trying to dig his claws into the thick pelt.

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Moonshadow lunged toward the Skull leader, "Get off our land!", he yowled before attempting to knock the cat down by knocking out his back legs.

Moonshadow|Elite Dragonslayer|Very Hard|Can kill, capture or injure