see you at the bottom - [COTC RAID + TAKEOVER]

[T. ROUX]

"Here."

The draconic beast could recall being ordered to stay in place and only let out a rumbling growl leave their maw. Here he would stay until it was time. Everything was heated and burned at the skin that wasn't protected by large scales. He could hear everything but it was muffled. The draconic beast feeling as if they were being reborn again. A voice stood out to them causing him to surface slowly until he burst out of the volcano's mouth letting out a roar that rung throughout the territory. This was his moment. Large talons would grip at the sides of the volcano as he brought himself closer to the surface, he spread out his wings that dripped lava as another roar left his parted jaws whilst molten lava would drop from his body. He could subtly feel the pain and as he looked out to his surroundings, the beast couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity yet he shook his head as he slipped out from the lava but kept near. A low rumble leaving him before he parted his jaws slowly as the molten liquid began to build up before he spat it out and it would hit the sandy beach catching a few Typhoon NPCs.

He spat once more sending another large lump of molten lava into the ocean causing it to boil before the lava hardened. The draconic beast took one step forward as his tail lashed to the sides, the pain would be over... He had promised them that if he had willingly joined the Coalition in their conquest and the feral brute believed the stark furred lion. He was ready for whoever tried to fight with him as he let the lava fall from his jaws and land onto the solid earth behind him, this was his moment and he was going to bask in it.

[rhosmari]

They had been prepping for this, preparing for this day and now it had come. It had been so easy conquering those other pathetic groups. Tearing down their people and forcing them into fighting against the Typhoon and now she wondered what would they even think? How their friends so easily betrayed them in the hopes of getting out of here alive. Some to get a slice of the pie. It was amusing how some could so easily be tempted. Walking all this way underground was easy, simple. Her eyes watching as sweat dripped off the pelts around her, slowly collecting and slithering across the ground to follow her. Moisture was everywhere, she knew where to look for it. Knew where to draw it from and use it to her disposal. This was no different as she looked up and watched the rocks begin to heave and buckle. Living earth breathing and yearning to be broken free. Her dark forked tongue slipped along her jaw and she hoped that her brother would be okay. He was with that beast and she swore if anyone touched him she would make she to eat them alive. They would feel every piece of their flesh as it was torn from their body and watch her eat them.

Suddenly the earth parted, a spectacular explosion that made a smile curve along her muzzle. Her eyes were black, darkened pink gaze watching the surprised and equally terrified Typhoon members as they scattered with no real plan, taken by surprise as floods of animals swarmed from the gaping maw. The water she held in her grasp surged forward, combining with water she pulled from nearby trees. In a heartbeat she flung it forth and it changed to deadly icicles and it was music in her ears as they found their marks. Sinking into the flesh of their enemies and making their screams of pain ring out into the warring groups. One individual she had pinned against a tree, icicle stabbing through his abdomen and she made a soft taking noise as she drew closer. "This is what happens when you try to be defiant..." With little care she lifted her paw, watching him struggle. Blood dripped from his maw and she gave a small smile, leaving forward to lightly press her muzzle against his cheek as water circled her paws and slid over her claws. Hardening into long ice like daggers that she dug into his throat to end his suffering.

[Damiana]

Damiana

Damiana | 2 years | Fox | The Typhoon

Damiana had stopped under a brush, not sure of what to do. He was new and frowned seeing what Sojourn did. Damiana stayed where he was and didn't dare got at Sojourn. He stay low to the ground.

Damiana looked away finally and started slowly moving away to see if he could take on anyone else.

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

There was no thought, no process to why being here was wrong right now. That fighting this battle on the wrong side would always haunt her. The only thing that razed in her mind was a simple command. To burn. A singular weapon she would be, she was meant to be. His weapon of destruction, to be used to make a new beginning. Stryker was the only reason as she was here right now, to be his weapon was a gift. To show him that she still had purpose for such a role. Her head was covered by the croc skull she normally wore, paints of black, red, and sharp white carving paths through her fur. There was nothing but the seething heat that wavered from her body as she stepped from the hole that had led to their infiltration of the Typhoon's territory. Her markings were outlined with a white hot glow, almost as if they were breathing from the intense energy. Her maw parted and smoke lifted from the opening. Eyes glowing with malice and rage as she plunged herseld into the fray.

There was no rhyme or reason as to whom she attacked. Creatures fell to her bone blade as she drew it through their bodies. Like a savage beast her agile frame moved, assisting where needed before she dropped the dagger and a sudden vortex of white flames raged from her mouth, setting fire to the trees, angled down to coat some attackers in searing fire and make them run through the jungle, carrying the flames with them.

[Atticus Roux]

A ragged growl sounded from the floor as the feline climbed out of the rubble and onto the island's surface. Narrowed, golden hues gazed out into the battlefield, staring at the chaos before him. Left and right animals flew by him. Atticus rushed mindlessly into the madness without any complaint and unsheathed his claws. His eyes scanned the battlefield, landing on an equally small opponent and, deciding they were his victim, he darted forward.

The feline quickly lowered to the floor and pushed upwards with his haunches, launching Atticus into the air with ease. He attempted to dive for Magnolia and push his weight into her side so she'd collapse. If successful, he'd continue to try and dig his claws into her exposed underbelly then drag downwards to leave elongated gashes.

[member=16836]Magnolia Mirrian[/member]

[trojan g.]

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[div style="max-width: 500px; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;line-height:16px;text-indent:30px;"]Relief flood through Torsten as his parents came forward, reassuring him and carrying him to safety. Tucked away safely inside the tree that Diya had picked out for her children, Torsten would quickly scoot over to make room for Aveline when she had chimed in, asking him to move over.

Listening to the gnashing of teeth and snarling that was happening in the territory caused the boy to shiver, and he would look over to his sibling, attempting to curl around her and place his head on top of hers. "Things will be okay, right Ave?" He would question, letting a small sigh leave him.

[SirDio]

"Yer a pint-sized thing. C'mere!" She yelled to Atticus, a seething grin on her face. As he pushed her to the side she twisted, hook knife in her jaws, and attempted to dive the knife into Atticus' shoulder. If successful she would rip it back out, creating a nasty gash. While her underbelly was exposed, she kicked harshly with her hind legs, hoping to at least clip Atticus while he clawed at her.

[member=11957]ATTICUS ROUX[/member]

"Speech"

[SirDio]

A hiss echoed, muffled by the sounds of battle, as the hybrid slinked by the edge of the jungle canopy. Eyes focused on the chaos, mind bent on protecting his new home and those within it. Muscles tightened in preparation to throw himself into the fray. Seeing flames spark at the forest, he forced himself not to yell or scream, but simply slink and travel to it's source. A cheetah.

It was here that would determine the best advantage. Strength and ambush, or speed. He lunged, a blur in the night, at Elsweyr, aiming to bite into her neck and wrap his body and tail around her midsection and squeeze, wanting to hear breaking and cracking of ribs. Successful or not, he would still hang on, claws aimed to grasp her flesh. With a battle this big, he was still wondering if he would ever meet them again.

[member=16541]ELSWEYR[/member]

"Speech"

[Atticus Roux]

Small? Really? Why did everyone have to point that out? Why couldn't someone insult his stripes or piss yellow eye color sometime? Good God. Even in a thoughtless haze, the feline couldn't help but let out a hiss at the statement. As the silver dagger flew towards him, he dived backwards and released his grip on her chest. She had successfully diverted Atticus away from Magnolia's weak point, but the fight was far from over.

While the dagger managed to clip at his shoulder and create a gash, her legs failed to push him back, as he had already moved out of the way. His face crinkled in displeasure. Without missing a beat, he dove back towards her. Unhinged claws attempted to swipe at her face, trying to throw her off and redirect her attention. Whether or not Atticus was successful, he'd aim to grab at her forelegs and rake his claws down them in attempt to render her attacks with the knife painful.

[member=16836]Magnolia Mirrian[/member]

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

Her eyes are nothing but a hazed over glow, monster of hellfire incarnate. She was disposing of an individual, jerking her blade out of their gullet when she heard something that made her snap her figure around. The king cheetah held her stance though and she curled her muzzle to show her bloodied teeth. The fight would not be over till Styker commanded it. Exhaustion would not grip her till he told her it was all finished and the day was his own. The feeling of something wrapping around her body was met with a vicious snarl, jerking her head back to avoid teeth that were meant for her neck. They dug into her shoulder and she felt the heat of her body, felt it heighten as pieces of her body began to ignite. There were no words from the hypnotized slave only the sounds of a warrior trained through vicious means. Her jaws moved to aim to snap on whatever body part that she could reach of her attacker, teeth sawing and pulling to open up deep gashes, even as her figure burst into flames, aiming to scorch [member=16755]Xhocoatl[/member] and cook his flesh if he did not release her from his hold.

She would shake and become fire, pieces of the flames that coated her form falling to the ground and sizzling. Her bright gaze was locked on her attacker, daring him to come and face his end.