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Roan arrived shortly after the rest of The Typhoon, although unlike the rest of them, he remained lingering within the sky. He made no move to dive bomb into the camp, his blue gaze merely narrowed and scanning the battlefield below. He was here as a battle medic, after all. He had no intention of getting into an actual fight unless ot was absolutely necessary. Instead, he was merely here to care for the wounded, and get them to safety. That was easier said than done, of course, but the soothsayer had plenty of his own tools at his disposal in case things got too hairy. While his feline form was ideal for healing and patching up others, his dragon form lingered beneath the surface, ready to emerge if he needed to take on a large opponent head on. He wouldn't put it past the Coalition to go and target medics in particular, after all.

( open to attacks, although he'll mostly just repel them and attempt to get away )

How ironic it was, the first member of the Coalition to not be an NPC was someone who absolutely would not be doing anything about it. The lizard had been dozing in the camp, although was absolutely woken up from the shouts and war cries of Typhoon members and the screams of his peers being ripped apart. A slow blink, a flick of the tongue. Foreign scent, and even he could taste the fury in the air. ‘What.’ The thought curls in his mind, absolute confusion on the lizard’s face. It had disturbed his nap! It had been a darn good nap, too!

Disgruntled, the komodo monitor heaved himself to his talons and turned away from the beginning of the raid. Too much fast movement for his liking; too much for a simple minded lizard that could hardly handle a singular prey items movement without being confused and giving up. Anthemtalon would settle around on the sidelines of the fight, laying back down to try and sleep through it. If approached? Well, he’d deal with that if it happened.

._. Mobile! Anthem is open for attacks, although he will only fight defensively within his personal space. 

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

It was about damn time for the pirates to show their faces. Aphra was starting to wonder if they had forgotten about Vayne (and Danny too, she supposed) - rendering the girl's claim of them coming for her false. It would have been something to mock her about, something to try and manipulate her over, but unfortunately, here The Typhoon was. Not wanting to harm her main body anymore than it already was (and her dragoness body was far too pretty to be ruined by scars), Aphra possessed her bengal body instead.

If Roxanne wasn't in a dragon body herself, perhaps Aphra would have considered attacking the woman who made her life miserable - but fortunately Roxie's oh-so-dear wife was here. At one point, Aphra had been afraid of the polar bear form that Diya took, mostly because in The Typhoon, she knew she would be outnumbered. But here... people obviously didn't like her, that wasn't a secret, but at the very least, they would be smart enough not to attack one of their own. So with her focus on [member=1149]Diya F.M.[/member] , Aphra took a running start at the Dealer, attempting to reach into her mind and tried to send a telepathic attack to disorient her, even if for a brief moment.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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Methodic.  The wolf had moved on a different path than her crewmates.  Held back for a time.  A considerable distance.  For a single purpose.  Danny.  A clear howl that cut through the air.  Between the miles left between.  Simple warning.  We're coming for you.

Only then, the dealer moved to catch up with her crewmates as the battle began.  Larger now, but no less intent on moving with stealth.  With discretion.  Despite a burning fury she would not rush in.  Letting Roxanne and Diya take the front as she slipped into the following chaos of battle.  Moving instead with the intent to find.  To locate her taken crewmates.

On the prowl, there would be no hesitation should a wanderer step in her way.  Her connection to the elements were buzzing beneath her skin.  Waiting for the moment.  Waiting for the excuse.  She would kill them all if she had to.

© MADI