Repercussions - vengeful spirit attack

[cavalrychoir]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:0.5px;"]Ren wasn't... He wasn't prepared to fight anyone. Not yet. It was an ironic statement considering the lynx had done nothing but fight his entire life. He's crushed skulls with his large paws and powerful jaws has snapped countless of bones like twigs. The lives he's took and the many more he put in jeopardy for the sake of expanding territory and amusement left a foul taste in his mouth. The mental and emotional toll that came with his self-reflection, the toll that followed the wave of relief when he finally broke free from his shackles, was mind numbing. So much so he lost all sense of purpose and meaning as his mentality and identity seemed to crumble away. He was still barely hanging on, still gripping onto that one string that kept him sane- that one sliver of hope that everything will somehow be alright. It was a shot in the dark, he knew this, but he was more than willing to put in the work of proving both himself and the individuals who raised him wrong. Ren wasn't going to look for excuses to cover up or justify what he's done. He knew that was the easy way out - also pretty wrong - and to him, it wouldn't be very fulfilling for all his struggle to end just like that. A couple lies and he starts over. Ignore the lives he's took for the sake of keeping his ego and pride unscathed. Nothing he could do will suddenly make everything alright but that was okay. He's come to terms with that much. And because of that, he was doing his best to move past that by somehow turning that weakness into a strength. He had not the slightest clue on how to start the healing process but he hadn't lost his mind yet so whatever he's been doing must be helping. Even if it's just a little bit.

He was out and about, walking through the territory aimlessly. Maybe he would find something interesting or perhaps find a nice tree to sprawl under and doze off. He was open to anything, really. Almost anything. Delilah's urgent call made his heart leap into his throat before he took off running in her direction, paws thumping against the soft undergrowth. "Del-" He stopped midway as he rushed to the scene, taking in the sight. Morgan's unconscious body laying before Vigenere as Arrow fought off ghosts. Ghosts? There was a lot to unpack, but Ren didn't have to think anything over when he felt a surge of pain in his side. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself to screaming out and turned his head to see one of the spirits had launched themselves at him. Claws piercing skin, he shook them off but made no attempts to attack. Instead, the wildcat took them by the scruff and flung them to the side. He was sure he heard Delilah so where was she? Panicking, he looked around for a moment before dark red orbs landed on the pastel feline. Without hesitation, he quickly made his way over to her and took his position standing over her. "Asking them to leave will not work." He murmured, using his paw to swipe at a spirit that got too close before lunging for their scruff and tossing them aside as well. However, what he wanted to know is why she needed fire. Did she intend to set them on fire? They were already dead so he was having trouble with understanding what she meant. As much as he'd love to sit and chat about it, they did have that luxury at the moment. He could probably bang two rocks together to get a spark but he'd have to leave his position over her. Eyes shifting to Arrow, he launched himself at a spirit making their way over to her before promptly throwing them off to the side as well. Turning his attention back to Delilah, he spoke. "Fire. Go make some. I will cover you." He couldn't leave Arrow and Vigenere to fight by themselves so he could at least provide a safe escape route for her to take to prepare the plan she thought of.