IF HE'S A MAN OF HONOR [o, SNOWBOUNDER]

[VANDAL R.]

It seems that the Snowbounder doesn't anticipate that Vandal isn't as stupid as people tend to think she is - flying straight into a waiting claw, wouldn't that be fun, right? Vandal has four wings for a reason, and each one shifts quickly to launch herself into a spiral, narrowly missing the waiting appendage but feeling it's claw sink a shallow cut along her diagonally across her back. Droplets of neon ichor dance on her black pelt, but she doesn't give herself the time to focus on it, finishing her corkscrew before spreading her wings out to stop herself from flying face-first into the dirt.

The maned wolf whirls around and kicks at the ground, launching herself up high again and calculate her next move. Goldie is aiming for the tiger's back, the dinosaur for the neck, Paper playing mind games, and Caesar - bingo! Vandal smirks and dives back down, aiming both front-talons and hind-paws at the back of the tiger's head to make sure that they suffer through all the 'sick burns' Caesar can inflict inside their mouth. Perhaps that should teach them how to shut the fuck up.