IS IT ALL OR NOTHING | o, rescue raid

[Felibri]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]The scent of these invading animals was the same scent as the little girl medic Cosette had captured. Rozovsky’s large ears pricked and rotated in the direction of the struggle. No doubt they were here to reclaim their captive. He wanted them to take her back. He couldn’t stand to live in a place where they allowed females to be tortured. He was a soul of a different era. So, when the large wolf heard Stryker’s call, he narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. He rose to his feet. Please don’t do anything you will regret, Anatoly. Kemmerich pleaded feverently in their mind. Rozovsky froze, shaking his head. That was the first time Kemmerich had called him his first name. Monumental, but if Kemmerich was trying to sabotage Rozovsky’s mission, it was hardly a reason for him to stop and bask in his newfound friendship with his soul companion.

”I don’t think I will regret this, Rainer.” He mumbled, breaking out into a run for the commotion.

His eyes locked on his target, the large lion. The leader of the group he joined. The embodiement of propaganda, false power and slavery. One of his own kind. He was comitting treason. He didn’t care what might happen next. The large wolf silently made his attack on his own leader. Rozovsky leapt forward aiming to close his jaw around [member=1738]Stryker[/member] ‘s leg and crushing down as hard as he could. If successful, he would jerk his head back in an attempt to violently pull the lion off balance. The five-foot wolf would be a formidable opponent against the lion, which much better odds than that white dog.

[ninazu]

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© lexasperated

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

From the shadows of the cave, the sand cat watched with narrowed eyes as Stryker attracted attention. The Tanglers fought dirty -- one racing towards him, and one of the Pittian's own going for him. Her golden bronze eyes flashed with rage as she saw Rozovsky turn on Stryker; she remembered tending to his wounds, cauterizing a potentially fatal wound to his neck. He owed his life to her and the Pitt, but he repaid them with betrayal?

"STRYKER, WATCH OUT!" she shrieked as Rozovsky lunged at him. Sparks flew off her fur, illuminating her like a candle in the darkness, but she didn't care about making herself a target. With a sizzle, lightning flew from her body dead at [member=2582]A. ROZOVSKY[/member] shortly followed by a near-deafening boom of thunder. Her ears rang and she teetered. Blood oozed out of her nose and mouth; she dizzily wiped it away with the back of her paw.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

© LEXASPERATED

[Morgan]

A huge group of new presences and auras seemed to appear all at once, but Morgan stood ready. Axle's interception gave him just the chance he needed to react, quickly levitating himself to one side and away from the attacking lion's trajectory. He barked out to thank his fellow canine, turning and assuming an offensive position. He poised himself to launch a counterattack, but stopped before he even took a step. It seemed a Pittian had turned traitor, attacking his own leader to the Tanglers' benefit. Almost smiling beneath his mask, the cream canine gathered his senses and focused on his surroundings.

A few important things caught his eye: first, that the treasonous Pittian had several distinct auras; second, that an element was about to be used. His extra sense let him feel the lightning gathering in some Pittian's body, so he readied himself to react. Shifting positions, he launched one of his twin spears forward to intercept the blast.

The samoyed shifted the weapon to a liquid, quickly reshaping it into a half-loop to conduct and redirect the electricity straight back to its origin.

The leader was not entirely sure if protecting the Pittian traitor would be worth it in the long run, but he at least deserved something for helping Tanglewood get Delilah back home.

He was not finished, however, as the larger threat was still around. Turning back toward Stryker,

the General lobbed his second spear at the other leader,

careful not to aim at the strangely helpful multi-souled wolf. The water from his first spear then dropped to the ground, which the samoyed noted but did nothing with. He sensed someone else heading toward Arrow, but he was too far away to do anything just yet.

Hopefully Axle will take care of that,

he thought.

[member=2040]ninazu[/member]
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[Dragon-]

[glow=#000,1,400]get a load of this monster, he doesn't know how to communicate — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The yell of someone had momentarily distracted Leo, his eyes flicking to the side for a split second and not seeing the person that had just leapt in front of him. He would startle slightly but not slow in his rush towards them, finding his jaws clamping onto the shoulder of [member=601]VIGENERE CIPHER.[/member] instead of the scruff of Arrow. Leo did not want to lose any momentum that he had gained and would attempt to barrel over the other male, teeth still hopefully embedded into his shoulder. The slightly younger Savannah clenched his jaw more when he received a slash of claws to the chest, laughter sparking in his eyes.

He had sort of missed these days.

If Leo had succeeded in knocking Vigenere to the ground, he would remove his jaws from his shoulder and attempt to tightly grip his scruff, effectively choking him while also cutting into the skin.[glow=white,1,400]text[/glow]

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  Axle came into view, diving towards him and coming in for a quick bite of his sweet body. Tanglewood does not get a piece of him. That was reserved for a special someone (or more like someones with his status), but now was not the time to retort back. Stryker moved back and away from Axle. There was no contact made from the leader, but he let out a ravishing hiss in return. A quick swipe of the paw aimed to grab at whatever part of Axle Stryker could, aiming to claw harshly and gash into the other deeply. There were better fish to fry here.

Teeth scraped at his shin, pulling him backwards and his attention away from Morgan. A maned head whipped backwards, staring down 'Sirius' with a furious gaze. How dare he. To think that he accepted this useless prick into the Pitt was disgusting, especially after their betrayal. In the moment, he saw Esklav's reasoning of keeping the clan closed off. Enraged and down on the ground, the ardent would struggle free of the grip and attempted to punt that same paw towards the other male's face, aiming for their eyes. "Fool." Then he would rise to his feet. Stryker would hover over the traitor for a millisecond with fiery eyes. The next second claws flew towards Rozosky. Flashes of jagged white points would relentless aim to dig into his newest victim, aiming for any vital organ or skin he could possibly grab at. For the first time, Stryker was aiming for rash revenge... and enjoying it's harshness.

In the middle of his piss fit, the lion hadn't noticed the spear coming his way. Ice and skin connected. A disdained roar filled the loud environment as he was struck in his upper right shoulder. "MEWLING PIECE OF SHIT," he howled in Morgan's direction. With his attention shifted back to Tanglewood's own, Sirius/Rozosky was off the hook... for now.  After regaining his stature, he would rush over towards Morgan again and attempt to knock him over with a forceful push. If successful, claws would rake at his sides and then attempt to travel down onto the other male's stomach. Perhaps if Morgan was down long enough, there would be deep-holed gashes amongst the male's body. That depends on how much he could rip off of Morgan... Truly, there was no pattern to his rage. At this point, he was aiming for anything to get them off his tail (even if it literally meant ripping their skin off in chunks), but HOT DAMN was he enjoying the thrill of it!

[member=155]Morgan[/member] [member=1501]AXLE[/member] [member=2582]A. ROZOVSKY[/member]
/had to end it early

[suvi.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"]AND SOMETHING NEW WILL BREAK THE DAY
kiira | tanglewood | rookie
Fighter, she wasn't a fighter.  What am I? Who am I?  That did not matter in the event of a captured tribemate.  Supposed to fight for each other.  Right?  Right.  Still, if it was not painfully obvious that the little vixen did not belong on the battlefield than nothing was.  The petite canid could barely hold back from shaking.  Still.  The rookie followed her fellow Tanglers.

The moment she stepped into the battle field, she deduced the best course of action was to assist Arrow like Vigenere.  The glitching child found herself quite unintentionally, teleporting directly in front of [member=148]Leopard.[/member] Ǹ̡̨͢͞o̵̢w̵̴̵̨͜ Without missing a beat, the vixen crouched, snarl ripping from her jaws and aimed to slam her paw against the other's jaw, ideally knocking his head down forcibly, leaving him more open for her tribemate.

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[Felibri]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]Rozovsky had never really seen Stryker until now. No, he had never really spoke to him, but that was okay. In his previous life, he had never seen his own political leader, despite being ordered to do his every command. The point was, Rozovsky held no ounce of loyalty for the leader himself, but certain members of the Pitt were people he liked. Ninazu, for example, for tending to his wounds. It would hurt him to think that he was hurting her as well, but he could no longer stand the type of group he lived in. If he had been able to, he would have put a bullet through his leader’s head in his past life, but he had never got the chance. In some way then, he felt that he was getting his revenge on taking out this leader.

Rozovsky whined as paws battered his face and he jumped back, only to be attacked with a frenzy of claws. Chaos. No order. No tactic. Rage boiled up in his chest. He hadn’t realized that Morgan had defended him from Ninazu’s lightning blast, but if he did, he would have been eternally grateful. There could have been no way for him to dodge it. Now he jumped back as Stryker went for Morgan. He shook his head and studied his wounds. He was bleeding, but it was still minor.

”I don’t think so.” Rozovsky growled at being called fool. He still had no concept of elemental powers or venom, but he was probably larger than the lion by a foot. In his eyes, he was the probable victor. Plus that little white dog, who seemed capable of throwing ice spears. That was sick.

The wolf struck again while Stryker was focused on Morgan. Rozovsky aimed to pounce on the lion and attempted to grab him by the horns, hoping to wrench him off of Morgan. If successful, he would try to smash the leader’s face into the ground by his horns and aim to score his claws down the lion’s flanks.

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — His head jerked backwards, feeling Rovosky pulling him backwards. Sharply growling, the lion pushed away and slipped away from the wolf by using his much larger weight to keep his stance while refusing to be thrown to the ground. Stryker, still facing Morgan, aimed to kick out his back legs like a horse. If successful, Rovosky would be punted backwards. "SIT DOWN." His hiss was sharp and demanding. "YOU'RE NEXT IN LINE FOR AN ASS KICKING." For now... It was just Morgan.

[member=155]Morgan[/member]