His jaws never even clamped down on Pinch's neck, never shredding flesh and never crushing a windpipe. And Pinch never even fought back, pathetically enough, instead allowing his cronies to form one massive and confusing dogpile. It was a blurred string of attacks; one minute Beck was poised to tear out a jugular, the next he was scrabbling back to his feet in the sand with the stale wind knocked form him. Harsh wheezing aside, the boy venomously glowered back at the panther who batted him aside for a nonexistent heartbeat before Khaol's claws slashed at his neck. Fortunately Khaol was yanked back into the mess by Fish just as Beck recoiled, black sludge oozing from the gashes blossoming under his chin. It was a superficial wound in the long run, the entity eventually resetting himself to his perpetual state he was preserved in. Despite replicated blood spilling down his chest, the poltergeist's apparition distorted in his frustration. Beck teetered back onto his rear legs, shallow chest forcing out a hoarse snarl as sparks crackled down his ragged flanks and electrified paws. The wobbling coyote was intent on slamming his paws onto the sandy beach, knowing most of the pirates would serve as ideal conductors due to dampened pelts -- if only he wasn't interrupted by Bella's voice cutting through the carnage.

    Beck's eyesight may have been blurred and failing, but it didn't take glasses to recognize the ragdoll form of the cougar. Not his identity at first, but rather the signs death has snuffed out another life. "Oh, shit." came the ragged whisper, all voltage surrounding the poltergeist's image falling flat in shock -- no pun intended. He lingered in his reared stance for a moment, attention immediately torn away from the mess of attacks this raid had become. What a waste. But even though Vladimir was as dead as a doornail, it was a win by technicality. Beck hadn't prioritized their diversion, and they completed what they set out to do. Falling back onto all fours, there was no panic in his step as he hastily skidded through bloodied sand towards Amunet and Belladonna. "A'ight guys, we don't need t' waste our time here anymore! Let's get a move on!" The commander crowed out over the noise, masking any distracting emotion at the sight of Vladimir. They -- he failed him. Not your first time being a disappointment. Beck ignored the voice buzzing in his ears as he gripped Vladimir's cold scruff in his teeth, and with some hurried struggle, heaved the corpse over Amunet's back. Beck scrabbling up after the blind wildcat, the entity reverted back to his feline form and gave Amunet's shoulder a frantic pat to get her going. While Beck was wisely retreating with a grimacing smirk on his scarred features and their victory of retrieving Vladimir's remains, it was likely the Typhoon members were sorry-losers, so he was eager to get everyone off the beach and away from them. But he would be back, in ominous and cliche manner of speaking. With that, he sent a particularly nasty look at Pincher complete with a childishly stuck-out tongue and as best of a middle finger a paw could manage.

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

Fenrisulfr snarled as a weight dropped on his back and claws caught at his playing, sliding across it to snag and gouge into the fur along his sides - the war wolf shifted and attempted to roll with her on his back, the spikes lining his spine would likely impale or cause wounds if [member=218]ARGUS[/member] remained on his back as he shifted away if nothing else it would likely knock her off of course then beck called the retreat and Fenris chose to back up and away if he could - they were done here it seemed, whoever they came for by the look of him was already dead.

▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN