It seemed the pacifist group had some decent tooth or claw when the alarm had rang and it caused Pincher's adredaline to bump with eagerness. Oh this was fun and frankly, Pincher would enjoy getting into a rough fight with anyone that decided to go against the demigod. A wicked dangerous grin laced his muzzle as the towering jaguar upper lip curled to reveal rows of teeth that were ready to sink into any skin and flesh that intruded his desire in fucking up the Ascendants. A chuckle escaped his jaws as he sidestepped lightly to avoid some attacks and called out a quick "thank you" to the towering leviathan of Lucifer. He was glad that the dragon had decided to join them in the raid and he turned to face to the one that had dared to throw blasts of intense flames at his direction. Oh that fucker. What was his name? Rolex? Roy, right, right. "Oi, spitfire you just made a big mistake!" chuckled Pincher as he suddenly teleported to stand right in front of the melanistic lynx and bit down to sink his teeth into the male's scruff to lift him off the ground. Pincher glanced over at the Starpool and with manical laughter filling his chest, he snarled "This bitch empty — YEET!" and flung Roy into the water as the dark storm gray jaguar's electric blue eyes glistened with mischief. He glanced over his tattooed shoulder to briefly glance at the others fighting before heading over to get closer to the weird ass pool.

He was laughing, out of breath by how ridiculous Roy had looked while flying through the air and crashing into the water. "Not so fiery now, are ya you lousy piece of sh-!" Pincher's taunt was cut as the male hadn't realized that he had stepped on a shard and slipped forward, crashing into the pool as well and in the exact spot where he had seen Roy fall into. Fuck was all that was going through his head as the wildcat felt him suddenly sit on something squirming. Thankfully, Pincher had gills to breathe underwater so he wasn't troubled as he glanced down to see what he had fallen on, only to realize that it was the same empty bitch he had yeeted. Oh what a small world they lived in.

( its 2am and im tired + permission given by sky to powerplay )

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✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Was that...?  The marten's breath caught, eyes widening.  Calum shrieks grew a little more aggressively, furious at the hellhound, and more than ready to continue his assaults if not for Lessa's sudden shout.  "C-Cal!" He was still someone she knew, even if he was stealing from them.  Though she did not appreciate the way he aimed to headbutt her friend, glad that Tabitha was between them - not that she had not headbutted him earlier, but that was clearly different.  He was still... He'd once been...

The marten jumped back onto the trunk, about to slither down to get involved.  She was not sure what she was going to do but it was better than watching from afar.  As her metal claws sunk into bark, her flattened ears perked sharply at another familiar voice in the distance, calling to Shine.  Her head turned sharply on a swivel, eye flashing.  Hard to miss a dragon.  Much less a dragon you had taken as your own.  Her chest constricted sharply.  "L-Luci?"

There was too much going on.

Her worn down prosthetics protested as she started to slid down the ancient oak, until her right hind leg gave out, the Halo's small form landing on the ground with a sharp thud. "Kriff."  She grit her teeth and shook her head, trying to chase away the dizziness.  This was not right.  Not fair.  Hadn't they been her children at one point?  Her clanmates too?  Now they were here, hurting her new clanmates by stealing from them, mixed up in all this mess.  Her eye burned with a mixture of anger and sad tears.

With one leg down, Lessa did not want to risk jumping into the water, marooned on the island.  How many times had she been helpless to watch as others had been hurt?  Either unwilling to resort to violence or being too far, too weak to do anything.  She was supposed to be a protector.

Shine had ran. Perhaps that was better; he was getting away from the danger of violence but... She could feel his horror.  And Luca... "Be-" Finish him off. "No!" She felt sick and frightened and furious and... Hurt.  Enemy or no.  Back to... The hellhound he was or no... He'd been her Bell at one point.  A mother did not stop caring, even an estranged, adopted mother.

It was the last thing she wanted to see.
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