Making Matters Worse {SKULL ATTACK}

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    Serval || Elite || Savvanah || Hard || Attacking Flight and Neonpaw || No kill || Capture


    As claws raked her pelt with fury, Serval was prepared. She dodged the first, but Flight's paws ripped down her back. They left a slight graze but Serval wasn't losing much blood. "Now, this isn't a fair fight!" She hissed playfully. Sheathing her claws, she turned around. Kicking up dust with her feet, which she hoped would make her hard to see. In the mist of dust she had created, her claws flicked out. " Now's a good time to sharpen my claws!" She growled, using her tail as a makeshift whip as to lash both cat's faces. She kicked up the backlegs and with her tail, aimed to whack Flight in the chest. Dodging of into the bushes so as to suprise Neonpaw, she kicked her backlegs into a different bush. Leaping up, she bounded over to Neonpaw and dropped into a hunter's crouch.


    Diversion || OCelot || Elite || VERY DIFFUCULT|| OPEN || Serious injure or capture || No kill || Watching Stone


    Diversion left Banshee and spun over to a bush. He flexed his claws. ZThis cat wasn't fighting. Nudging Stone, Diversion spoke , "We shouldn't be fighting. I thought we were allies. Something's wrong. " He spoke with ease, but he pricked her ears and his claws were unsheathed.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    A whack in the chest with her tail? That was just pathetic. Squinting her eyes against the dust, it had been child's play to avoid the spinning claws, but the whipping tail hit her before she knew it. It stung a little, but hardly enough to give her pause. Flight dove into the dust cloud, claws unsheathed, knowing that the Elite cat wouldn't be able to see her. Hopefully she'd land on her back.

    Neonpaw -- Skull -- Tom -- No kill -- Capture? -- Extremely difficult - Fighting Serval


    Neonpaw aimed for a blow to the neck, He was a very strong skull apprentice, and should be a warrior, Deatwish just has not had any time for hos ceremony.

    Serval || Elite || Savvanah || Hard || Attacking Flight and Neonpaw || No kill || Capture


    Serval whipped down onto the ground. Dropping back into a crouch, her pelt blended in. She couldn't smell or see in the dust, but she could hear. Her ears whipped around on Flight and Serval dived under a thick part of the dust. And now things weren't going to be easy. Serval sprang up, and towered over Flight. The she cat swiped her tail with the dust 'herding' it toward the Skull. If her aim was correct, it would hit Flight in the eyes, stunning her. If not... Her plan would still work. Dashing up the tree in two graceful bounds, she hid in a covered branch. Advancing to the edge, she gnawed on a part until it was loose enough to fall with little added weight. Perfect. Jumping onto it, then hiding in the bushes for suprise, Serval knew, at least thought, Flight would be distracted. As the branch fell, Serval planned to snatch Flight up at the last moment. Serval dodged the heavy paw which flopped onto her tail. Giving a yowl of suprise, she aimed to shove Neonpaw in the chest with her head.

    Neonpaw threw himself up in the air, Aoming to land on Servals back, and digging his claws in

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight squinted again, seeing the dust move toward her. As it swept around her, she sprinted forward, suddenly panicking. If her eyes were closed, the Elite she-cat could easily ambush her. As soon as she was sure she was out of the dust cloud, Flight opened her eyes- she could be ambushed by a rock or tree just as easily as by Serval. She had escaped the dust, but the Elite she had been fighting was nowhere to be seen. A rustling above her head alerted her to the cat's presence above her.

    Serval flicked a angry tail at Neonpaw. She let the claws touch her, and flipped out at the last moment.


    The branch fell down.


    OOC - Gah! Horrible post!

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Crack.
    Flight jumped in alarm as a branch tumbled just tail lengths from where she stood. "Oh, I'm going to flay her," she snarled under her breath, then launched herself at the tree, digging her claws into the bark, and started to climb.

    Serval jumped down from the tree, landing in a petite crouch. Rolling over, she tumbled into a bush and sprang up a different tree.Being careful not to rustle the branches, she flipped back into a crouch, jumping into Flight's tree and rearing up.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight glanced around, slitted eyes searching angrily for the foe. Silence was everywhere; nothing told her where the cat could be. Flight whirled everywhere, determined not to be snuck up on. Turning suddenly, she caught sight of the Elite she-cat rearing on a branch behind her and pounced before she knew what she was doing. She flew forward, her paws drawn back to reveal sharpened claws, and aimed at the rearing she-cat's shoulders.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight soared over the cat's head and crashed through the branches, landing on the ground with a thud. What was happening to her? In BoneClan, she had fought an Omen and almost beat him! Against RadicalClan, she had captured a cat with the aid of her brother! Was she losing her touch? That had to be it. Too few battles. She needed strategy; so far she had been the one getting beaten. An idea came to her; it wasn't the best, and it had a chance of snapping her spine, but it was good. She lay there, not attempting to get up, pretending to be temporarily paralyzed by the fall.

    Serval was up to her old tricks. Ones she had made. Rolling over to the floor, she landed on a stomach with legs splayed out. Perfect. She tucked her front legs under her body and half shut her eyes. Laying her ears up, then folding them down, she rolled over to Flight. Kicking up legs up to bve stiffened, she wammed a leg down, and another. She repeated the process, and in her star shape, she flipped over. Kicking her hid legs up, she rolled over and aimed to shove her paws into Flight's spine. Flexing her claws, she began to try and rip through the skin. This could render Flight unable to move, but it wouldn't kill her. She knew if one blow struck wrong, it could be Serval's demise. So after one focused slash, she sprang up the tree and gnawed on the branch to whack it down.



    And it fell.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight rolled away from Serval's attacks. She had started to worry when the Elite cat hadn't jumped down on her, but this presented another opportunity. Scrambling to her paws, she blinked. Serval had run away before checking if her blows had hit. Sidling into a bush, Flight waited to see what she was doing. That trick again? Loosening a branch so it fell on her? Once in one fight was clever; twice was just predictable.

    But oh no, that wasn't it. Ah, yes. Sawdust. She hoped Flight would fall for it. Jumping up, a shower of chipped wood came tumbling down. Serval switched to the side oppisote Flight, and ran into a bush. Growling lowly, she charged from the side and aimed to ram Flight over.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight barely smothered a snicker as Serval ran into an adjacent bush- but then shut up quickly as the Elite she-cat mowed sideways toward her bush. Tensing, she waited until Serval was almost on top of her, then erupted explosively from the bush, yowling wordlessly.

    Serval gave a stunned yowl as she was thrust out of the bush on face flat to the ground. That was it. Giving a bloodcurdling yowl, Serval tucked her head into her chin and exposed her underbelly - Fool's gold, but a glorious oppurtuinity.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight jumped at the chance. Drawing up her hind legs, she aimed to tear open Serval's belly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px]PLUXIRIA -- FIGHTING OBLIVION -- SKULL -- HARD


    The flame-point snarled back with hatred, and it was combined with the hatred for Deathwish. He was no match for the large melanistic male in terms of size, and was rather shocked he didn't fly away as the tom knocked him off his feet, as well as knocking the air out of him. Pluxiria, fortunately, ignored this and got onto his paws again, and without wasting any more time, lunged at him again with unsheathed claws, trying to cause as much damage to the caracal as he could.


    LOCRYN -- FACING SACRIFICE -- ELITE/TRAITOR AFTER HELPING ROSALIND -- MEDIUM -- (you can kill him if you want, Rakue. c: it'll be cool since they are distantly related through ambrosia)


    He was a traitor. Traitor of both the Elite and Skull. Locryn snarled at Sacrifice, years of frustration now resurfacing. "I know you can't stand all this shitty, emotional crap," he hissed, fur bristling wildly, but did not run off. "I betrayed the Elite. It's because I chose my family over. So fine, go ahead and kill me or something."