For once, Morgan felt lucky that his vocabulary was still imperfect. Out of the attempt at an insult his adversary made, he only understood the word 'piece'. The aggression was still clear as day, however, as the helpfully traitorous Pittian was knocked aside. The General's spear attack struck true, but it did not seem to be enough to incapacitate his enemy. He readied himself for his next move; there was not enough available water to work with other than his armor, so he would have to improvise.

The samoyed was not quick enough with such a short distraction to work with. He was hit head-on by the lion's rushing maneuver, landing on the ground and shattering part of the armor on his back. The other leader's strikes landed just where they intended to - however, the thick layer of icy armor was able to absorb the blows until it began to crack apart.

What kind of a place was the Pitt, really? All Morgan thought he knew was that they kept slaves, kidnapped his comrades repeatedly, and betrayed each other at every turn. If they were not completely lawless, they were still quite pitiful in the samoyed's inexperienced eyes. For that, he thought they deserved all the damage he could muster for the sake of Tanglewood.

Morgan growled out as his armor was broken into pieces, but all was not yet lost. The second attack by his new ally gave the canine enough time to breathe, which was all he required. Beneath his remaining mask, he summoned a cold tone to briefly speak his mind before his next move.

Taking a breath inward just as he would to summon his water, the Tangler closed his eyes and opened up his senses to feel the auras and elements around him. If his unlikely comrade was lucky enough, he could use the flames as another diversion for himself.

The force of the fire pushed the samoyed downward; rather than resisting it, he let himself sink straight into the earth and out of the lion's grip as if the ground were a simple pool of water. His armor remained in pieces on the ground where he once was, his abandoned mask beginning to melt in its relatively unbroken state. Unarmored and with little air left underground, the General would need to act fast to figure out what to do or where to go next. He kept his eyes closed to monitor the auras and elements nearby, hoping they would guide him.

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Leo would snarl as the mask of [member=601]VIGENERE CIPHER.[/member] impacted his forehead. The savannah would stumble back for a moment, narrowly avoiding [member=1828]Kiira[/member] . He'd smirk slightly and wink back at Benny before aiming to use brute force and slam onto Vingenere's head, using his full weight and the momentum of a jump to hopefully either knock him out or concuss him.
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Everything was moving too fast, the jarring combination of everyone's battle cries was throwing her off guard and when Leopard came in for an attack, she was nowhere near ready. Something came in contact with her for a brief moment, knocking her off her own paws as she hit the ground shoulder first. It was only by the interception of Vigenere that she wasn't thrown into a fight, and once she gathered her thoughts together she realized she owed him an apology for being so slow and out of touch.

Right, she needed to get her job done here. Was it allowed to up and run, as long as she had Delilah? "Thanks, V! Kick his ass!" Arrow made a mental note to pay more attention in this shit show, concerned by the idea that Stryker was now on his own and there was no possible way he was just going to waddle on off the field.

Bouncing back onto her paws, Arrow slid up to Delilah's side and nudged her with a shoulder, ready to support her weight to grab her and run. She noticed the wounds she must've sustained on her little 'vacation' here, and flinched at the sight. "Aight, flower girl, we've gotta get out of here."

[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]