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[ lieutenant ★ MALE ★ attack in green ]
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He felt himself being pushed, and it took his mind a moment to figure out that it had been Charlotte who pushed him. The Panther let out a roar, watching the coyote, well, now a tiger, shove him over the edge.
His paws flailed. The sensation of falling was scary. He was originally facing the water, but now he forced himself to turn, to see his Admiral whom he had grown close to, like a daughter almost. He clenched his teeth, watching the tiger morph into a bird and the detonator ticking. That ever more ticking. Then it exploded and he felt the force of the explosion blowing him back, his neck snapping as far as it could go onto his back. He felt a searing heat, then nothing as he felt his back emerge into the water.
Something broke inside of the male and he gave a roar, plunging into the water, feeling the cold saltiness of the h2o getting into his eyes and nostrils and his mouth. He strongly pedaled towards the surface, felling rolling waves washing over him as he looked up, trying to find Charlotte's falcon body, just enough to see a falling bird with something through it's wing.
Rejuvenated now, he swam quickly towards the shore, desperation making his throat dry and alighting his eyes with a sadness as he ran from the cool comforting presence of the waves and into the gritty sand. He dropped to her side gently prying open her wing, hoping to see where the wound was, and if it was still embedded into her wing.
"Cherryblod! Bloodflow! Charlotte is wounded!" He said, roaring looking around to try to find Michael. He'd heard Charlotte's words, and by the frantic way she was searching around, he believed it was the best thing for her.
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