locked and loaded -- raid boss 3: the Messenger

[Alastor]

Alastor hadn't been present for the majority of the festival. He wasn't one for celebrating, but he figured for their last event, he should attend or at least show his face. It would only do him some good. After all, he'd been in and out of Elysium for awhile now. What could some simple partying do? Unbeknownst to them, Elysium wouldn't be cheering gleefully for today's event. The Gods above would wreck havoc instead.

Upon his arrival, the crows descended upon them. His purple gaze scanned the sky, watching the black silhouettes circle the attendees. Given time, they dove down. A masterful swoop aimed at Alastor caused him to duck down. The bird missed by a few mere centimetres. Irritated, the doberman let out a growl. "Stop," he ordered loudly in the direction of the bird that swooped at him. The dark bird dropped out of air without any hesitance, falling to the floor violently with a thud. They remained still as he perished under Alastor's demanding spell. With his successful mental manipulation, the canine huffed. Ears pinned against his cranium, he watched as the others struggled against the swarm. Every now and then, he'd order the other avians to succumb.

Through the chaos, a caw rang out. Alastor's gaze shifted, noticing the blue-eyed crow in the distance. Their distinct call caused the remaining crows to back away. The cocky canine rolled his eyes in disbelief. Seriously? A small crow was going to order them around as if they held power? Please. What could that puny animal do to them? There were several clans attending today. Even the big lion of Tanglewood would probably be of service. With their current crowd, Alastor wondered what dynamic plan this crow held. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

The plan seemed to reveal itself though. To get rid of the excess animals, they offered to spare them if they left. Having their allies just leave Elysium to fend for themselves would be rather disgraceful. If they wanted to be cowards, then so be it, but their alliance was on the line. As for the rest of the attendees, the crow chose to disregard the other Elysites. He instead went on to proclaim his main target. Of course, it seemed to be Warringkingdoms. Their leader was were always in a tussle, wasn't she?

With another disgruntled huff, the doberman stepped forward. His angular head cocked to the side. Violet hues narrowed in on the crow, a smirk meeting his lips. He let his tongue roll loose, allowing words to flow freely without filter. "We're skipping introductions aren't we?" he casually mentioned. The doberman pinscher sauntered closer to the crow as he spoke. "My name's Alastor. What's yours, dearie?" The manipulator worded his phrase so he wouldn't take control yet, allowing the bird to speak freely. His trap card could wait. Until then, he'd like to play with his prey.

Finding himself underneath the flying crow, pointed features directed themselves towards The Messenger. His brow furrowed. "So, what's the plan if she doesn't show?" he questioned from the ground. "Retreat or let your army succumb?" Momentarily, he looked at those around him. To his knowledge, the feline was not present. If he could, he'd order her to stay home but with her nowhere in sight, he was unable to do so. Even so, a sad sacrifice to the crow wasn't out of the question. Instead of continuing his search, he returned his gaze up towards the crow. "Because right now, it looks like she's not present." Alastor wondered what was next on the agenda. He doubted their strength and creditability.