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Before anyone could continue, he would be ripped away from the solid back of the tiger. Completely caught off guard by someone he thought had left the battlefield, he would crash into the ground. The breath knocked out of him since his right leg couldn’t catch himself in time. Wincing Kydobi would snarl, baring his teeth. Warning the cat.

It seemed the universe was trying to stop him from doing the only thing every fiber of his being was trying to do. Eyes flickered to see a paw go across Bai’s face and he growled. Eyes flowed, internal fires building despite his injuries. Steam rose from the boiling blood of the wound. Cleaning it but not healing it for it had been teared too far apart for such things.

He would pull himself up on his feet just in time for Aurum to come in. Once again he had let his guard down, a heavy paw would take across his face. It left a gash across his right cheek and down across to his left side of his muzzle. A snarl in reaction and he barely dodged the flurry of claws and his heart released it all. All the anger all the rage all the love for Bai. In a immense whoosh he was ignited. Blue flames mushroomed around him before tightening. He heard nothing and no one. Bai Shi’s voice was distant and far. He was mad. Angry. Hurt. And scorned.

“I FIGHT FOR NO ONE ANYMORE!”, he was tired of loyalty. All it got was him chewed up and spat out. No more titles, he only felt obligated to protect those who had shown him kindness. Bai, Aine, Gael, August, even Redvox. Them. It was all for them. Jervis never valued him! He was nothing to Jervis and Jervis was nothing to him now. Nothing but a mistake, a bitter reminder of his need for validation! Validation he never seemed to attain. People never understood him, he only meant well. Everyone tried to walk all over him and no matter what he attempted someone would complain. All his efforts to find a home. It got him here. He roared, flames flickered in between the flesh of his wounds. A heavy glow, of blue flames radiated off of the brute. He stared at Aurum with eyes of molten.  All he saw was Aurum, an obstacle that he had tried to get around but was being forced to go through. And he intended to burn it all.

A ragged breath could be heard from Kydobi. His breath was short but it wouldn’t stop him.

If the brute held the same resistance to flames, it was unknown to him. But in his weakened state Kydobi could not control the flames and they start to lick the ground before him. Spreading slowly but surely unless out out by someone who saw the dangers of a fire in the jungle.

Teeth bared, he would open his maw to try to meet the lion. Knowing his right arm wouldn’t do too much for him, he would raise himself on his hind paws and shift all his weight on them. Lifting himself on his rear to try to meet. However the lion was stronger than him at the moment. The lunge downward was successful, Kydobi’s legs buckled and he went down. Terror reached him as he lost his breath and realized he couldn’t regain it like he should.

But he wouldn’t give up, the flames would rise and grow with his effort in an attempt to push off the ground. Two boulders of fire and fury colliding. Clearly one would mash in.

This man had to be stopped. Kydobi was the one to do it for sure. Ironically both were driven by the same desire to continue the fight. For the people they loved. Huffing... gasping Kydobi would push. A whispered cry would come from him as he desperately attempted to pull in air. Then there was a tightness in his a chest and it morphed not a piercing pain.  Wincing as teeth sank into his neck. But he couldn’t breath anyways, something was wrong.

He felt extreme warmth leaking down his neck and joining the stream of blood coming from his freshly torn wound on his shoulder. He would look, pressure building in his head. He couldn’t breathe. His whole body was not replenishing it’s oxygen debt and it was weakening. His vision began to darken as concentrated spots of black specks began to slowly grow into blots.

A hoarse breath turned into a hollow gaping mouth, like a fish out of water. Even when Aurum turned away, he was suffering. Sweet release he would not experience. Instead terror gripped him. As Aurum addressed Jervis, what was left was a dying man. A desperate man. Softly he would sink to the ground, gently collapsing under his weight as the world faded in all manners. The first to go was his sight as he descended into darkness. Then the roar in his ears of screaming vessels dulled to nothing. Eyes would calm to their natural amber hues before straining themselves and staring blindly at the floor. God he was  cold.

The ground around him was still burnt and raked up from his clawing the ground in terror. Eventually his vicious clawing slowed to a stop. He had no time to think properly. To process he was not going to make it. So many things were wrong, my heart fix my heart. Couldn’t breath. Head hurts. Body hurts. Everything hurt. Down to his last moment Kydobi was seeing what was wrong and trying to fix it. His lungs gave one last quench and he couldn’t help but think of his life before this land. Of his mother, how would she look at him if she knew how he ended? Perhaps Kaziko was correct, he had failed. His spirit was the first thing to go and a broken heart was what truly killed him, even his flames died with him.

The last sign of life inside the Marauder was flickered out. A familiar golden body would curl to protect him, speak in his ear, but he would have died by then. Otherwise, solace and safety would’ve been provided. Perhaps even immense relief. But the last thing he had felt was sorrow.

Laying in the middle of the battlefield was a cold example of a fool who had tried and given his all in vain and didn't realize it till the bitter end. If one looked closely there was a thin black trickled of tears in the corner of his open eyes, staring empty into the ground a little ways ahead.





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Wounds:  deep scar wounds, deep wounds across both hips and up thighs that keeps stretching open when he runs, minor facial scratches across nose bridge and muzzle. Extremely deep slice from the right side of his chest and up his neck, major heavy bleeding. Slight burn wounds from electricity on his neck. Tear in his neck and throat. Gash across his face. Died from cardiac arrest and asphyxiation

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Truth be told Kanga was angry. Angry that the minor blows had landed and angry that Aurum stole all the glory. This was supposed to be his time to shine. But not the chicken cat stole it.

Envy and contempt would be in his crimson hues as he watched Kydobi pitifully lose the battle. Even the flames, although spectacular and terrifying in the beginning, began to fall short. In all honesty the tiger thought the man had more in him. As Aurum sunk his teeth in, Kanga would find his maw watering, jealously prowling around to see different angles of what he wished could be him.


To taste the life rush out of the stupid cat. That would be great. And Aurum took that from him, perhaps he should kill them now while they aren’t looking? Prove his point. Like Golden. But this was the way Kanga was, he needed an enemy. An enemy was a goal, an enemy was validation and proof when conquered and defeated. An enemy could be all you need. That’s why the brute didn’t go long without one.

He was edging closer and closer despite Bai Shi until he nearly tripped cause something tight coiled around his legs.

“Agh!”, a deep voice would holler as they began to tighten. Snarling he would ravage the green cords, tooth at first and once a paw was free they stood no chance. Where did they come from? He would snap his neck till he saw her.

The little brat. He crouched, watching her. Staring at her. Analyzing and fantasizing about her limp body in his jaws along with her father’s. Foxes were vermin, hadn’t Jervis proven it so? Vermin needed to be handled or else they begin to infest.

He would remember the child’s face. Perhaps one day, she’ll be unfortunate enough to be caught alone.  Staring dead in her eyes, till she noticed, he would slowly raise his upper lip to reveal large ivories and he would menacingly run his tongue over them. Meanwhile a deep and low guttural growl would rumble. A warning. A threatening promise.


By the time he looked back, Kydobi was dead. A frustrated growl would come from him. Kydobi was supposed to be his. He felt the need to do something, things had not gone his way and this required a large gesture. He wanted an eye. A soft little amber ball carved out from the corpse. A trophy. Or maybe a claw? Perhaps the heart? The more gruesome the idea the more appealing it was to Kanga. But he would not move to do such a thing. For even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he knew not to mess with a dragon.

Goldie would speak and she would snatch all his attention. He watched her deal with the fox and his mouth would drool for different reasons. Such power and violence... gorgeous. She would make him apex children. And she would, because few women could resist Kanga. In fact none had. He planned to court her shortly after. Kade too wherever that scarred beauty may be.

He gave one last look to Bai in bored disgust before walking closer to his Goddess.