The utahraptor beta moves behind Owen, her sickle claw taunt and pulled off the ground as she looks around in anticipation. The pack does not usually hunt together, and the promise of a fresh kill is enough to excite her. Even if she must tolerate the presence of the island mammal pack.

// track post, delta is 6' and 1000 lbs, so a beast to take down
she is open for fites and ripping off limbs and killin

Questions no one can answer -

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[ ooc ] physically hard, mentally medium-hard. opening to capturing your character but doesn't do tortures. will primarily use sand and fire manipulation. will use earth elementals to deflect weapons.

He didn't want to be here. The Rosebloods were stuck-up bitches, attention whores who thought they had more power than they actually did. They never kept in touch, they were just extra bodies to him - meat shields in the case of any battle. Now they are the enemy and while Bakugou thought Luciferus was enough of a retaliation, leaving the dragon to do what he pleased, the Captain wanted to send a message that would be overkill. He didn't want to be here because he didn't want to give the group the satisfaction they wanted, the satisfaction of being considered worthy enough to be raided. They are a pitiful group he would rather watch melt and cease, watch seep into the ground. His body temperature rises, skin too hot to touch as he walks through the desert. Ashes cloak the rainforest from Luciferus's recent rampage, the ragdoll raising a figurative brow when he catches the sight of Rosebloods. He sees the lion move to attack Feliks, amused that no other members were attacking. They were simply standing around as though they were all lifeless dummies, watching and unsure what to do.

Eyes catch the sight of Vagabond, the male narrowing his sanguine hues. The sight of the metal skull mask reminds him of the image of Argus, the ripped flesh and missing eyes. It was almost like a signature. "Oi, stoic bitch," he calls out to the scaled hellhound, flicking an ear, "Were you the one who killed her and left that signature? The one with the throwing knives." After the small scuffle they had when discovering her body, he had examined the weapon that had killed the guard. The face was still in tact. What reason did the killer have in removing the face of only one victim? "Why were you after Argus?" Did he even know her name? His cheeks were burning up in heat, sand seeming to swim and move around his body as a result of his earth elementals, making it difficult for anyone to simply jump at him while he moves closer. He isn't worried about an attack. While he can be caught by surprise, he can teleport away and attack with his ranged fire attacks. He has burned Masie before by accident, a mistake on her part for touching him whilst he was upset. It wasn't his fault that the strength of his fire was a result of his emotions. Bakugou, however, wanted answers. Then he will fight, then he will pass his judgement.

+ medium physically and difficult mentally, marco is here more so to prove his loyalty instead of getting square. he’s open to attacks, maybe a short-term serious wound. he will only retaliate, not instigate, and will be hesitant in doing so. he is 3.5 feet tall, and weighs around 85 pounds.

Marco had no score to settle with these ”attention whores”, as they were described to him by a less-than-glamorous being. He could understand why the bunch of his crewmates would want to strike back after their comrades were murdered in cold blood, but Marco himself had been largely unaffected by the Rosebloods’ death-dealing tendencies. In truth, the angel could still be considered new, despite him kicking around with the islandfolk for about a month now. The lynx never quite put himself into the bustling crowd, instead watching the actions of those around him; for this, he wasn’t entirely upset when he came across someone who hadn’t seen his broad face before. However, his role of observer swapped to doer upon his recent return to the tropical isles, in an effort to prove himself worthy of staying in the Typhoon, or something like that. At this point, the centuries-old entity did not know what to do with himself anymore, instead relying on the future for wisdoms rather than the past. To such a degree that simply “following the routine” became the most reasonable option for him.

The day before yesterday, he’d gotten back from his irksome pursuit of a certain person. The day after, Marco convoyed around the Typhoon’s perimeter, attempting to detect any threats looming just outside of the group’s reach. Today, he was participating in an onslaught against the people of the Rosebloods. Normal stuff.

The blustery air projectiled into his watery eyes, scuffed along his cheeks as he soared through the ozone at immense speeds, as if a wonky vent had thrown a fit and started shooting its gas right in the direction of the angel’s face. No sooner than moments later had he found himself in the fray of a magnificent large-scale battle, claws and fangs clashing as emotion and instinct infected the surrounding auras of all. In spite of all the chaos, which was admitted by a dinosaur whom Marco recognized as a fellow islander, he struggled to spot a lone combatant available for brawling with. Everybody had their own fair fights at the moment, and the honour-bound creature was not about to plague his dignity by outnumbering a comrade’s worthy opponent. Instead, his sights focused on a peculiar raccoon, who was encountering another unfamiliar face. An unfamiliar face which wielded a blade, and stood mere metres away. Marco did not understand what the fox said, exactly, but if all of the Rosebloods were hellbent on causing chaos and death (as he was led to believe), it certainly wasn’t good.

Picking up the pace, he’d swoop in, attempting to nab [member=2902]valentine »[/member]  into his paws. If he was successful, he’d place the procyonid away from the commotion. The creature, regardless of allegiance, was at too much of a risk by showing himself at this battle.

If unsuccessful in his rescue attempt, he’d likely collide with the ground, potentially harming the very being he aimed to save, or maybe even crash into the fox which apparently opposed him before.