Looming war with Sunhaven and Rosebloods looked increasingly more like a possibility; indeed, Ninazu liked this potential outcome the most. How dare the damn bastards capture and torture her, after all. It took an all-out war to quench the thirst for revenge, but she'd start with picking off their members.

The lioness stalked through the more jungled bits of the enemy's territory, nearly silent among the clash of noise in the biome. Preferably, she'd go after one of their higher ups -- perhaps even their healer, if she could -- but right now she'd simply attack the first member she successfully tracked down.

[member=2039]bai shi.[/member]

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Spotting what looked like an oversized snake with golden scales, the lioness momentarily paused in the cover of underbrush. Her ears flicked as she considered the fight; used to providing healing support for her group, the erudite learned to avoid taking risks. But the Rosebloods pissed her off, and the confidence of this new body made reckless moves more appealing. Besides, taking out a strong fighter of the group could only mean success for the Pitt -- and a feather in her cap, to redeem the damn stupidity of allowing herself to get captured.

Attempting to force the sands of the path to squeeze around Bai Shi's hind half of the body, she broke into a sprint. Using that move as a distraction to hopefully give her a moment of surprise, she tried to close in and jump onto their face, trying to score her claws around their eyes.

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The attack worked -- and the dragon thrashed, predictably. Digging her claws into the space between their golden scales, the lioness hung on with a low grunt. She didn't give a shit what the beast snarled at her, but the wind irritated her. Feeling her grip loosen as her eyes narrowed against the wild gust, she released her grip while attempting to throw one last slash at his eyes as she fell to the ground.

And then she hit the ground, shooting off to Bai Shi's right side -- trying to get out of the range of their head. Those tiny little legs didn't threaten her nearly as much as his fucking teeth. Lunging at his right leg, she attempted to breathe a plume of fire at him, right before slashing at the possibly burned area. Those damn scales were difficult to slash through, but she had a few tricks to try as a counter.

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Her teeth snapped the empty air as the dragon rolled out of her range, and the lioness leveled a glare in return. But the dragon appeared terrible at combat -- or, at least, less aggressive than herself -- as she felt her body pushed back against the gale. His air didn't hurt; if anything, it only slowed her down and made the erudite pissed off. Darting to the side, out of the cone of air, she breathed a sheet of flame at his ass. If he wanted to keep her at a distance, fine, but she'd quite literally barbecue his butt for it.

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If he wanted to outlast her, he needed to throw more than desert debris at her. Growling as sand and the odd plant piece thwacked around her, the lioness decided to just fucking end this and drag his body back to the Pitt -- exhausting, sure, but he was putting too much of a fight. And using mental manipulations would just leave her far too open for a serious bite or other wound if she failed.

With the decision made, she charged forward. Initially she headed towards his hind legs -- but then skidded, sliding in the sand to get to the burn around his leg. Yellow lines crossed over her flesh right as she attempted to slam her shoulder into the wound, giving her lightning a point-blank entry point on his weakened scales.

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