+{MONSTER}++BATTLE+

[MooniiKinz]

(The crazy chick part helps slightly, it's not really that I'm worried about at this moment though xD. Though, I do wanna kill Phobia right about now...)

Aradis only growled, tail still lashing behind her, but not letting herself be phased by the bitches words. Instead of launching at her, she let her paws carry her forward, slowly, but still advancing towards the female, standing tall and with an unwavering gaze.

Mahina yelped as she saw Etheris, unable to dodge his attack in time. "No!" She struggled to stand, failing miserably. "Fine." Shaking the blood off her face, the femme rolled onto her stomach, glaring up at the male. "Go ahead and kill me, at least give yourself the pleasure of defeating a helpless wolf."

(Go ahead and do what you want to Mahina. I could care less about her at the moment. And frankly, I only want her on one site at the moment.)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

A pale blur, mirroring the lofty descent of snow around them, fell upon the war torn hillside. A blaze of color ran through the arch of his spine, like fire, but his eyes spoke of even more potent frenzy. Long strides carrying him toward, between, and apart from his enemies, Milo navigated amongst the chaos. Fortunately, the battle did little to weigh on his spirits, nor his body (aside from a bruise or two). Relatively fresh for bloodshed, his attentions locked onto the shady figures on high. His paced slowed, the trembling of boulders revealing ill intentions.
This won’t do… not at all.
The Beta quickly veered right, ascending the slopes where the deadly projectiles did not fall. With agile, enthusiastic bounds, Milo arrived to meet the perpetrators, and seized advantage of Snare’s idle stance. An almost laughing smile flashed from his maw, typical of a Sheeran, and he dove upon her.
“Now, see, what you did there? That wasn’t very nice at all…” He aimed to take out the legs. “So I suggest you apologize!”

It was almost familiar.
Some memory of her, that beautiful damsel to claim his heart, lingered on the back of his eyelids. Like a ghost. A siren, even. And the song had been sung—a solemn tune, which roused such fire in his soul that his eyes seem to smolder with new vision—one with Aradis’ throat shredded under his grasp.
Heartbeat wavering between excited and manic, Krueger somehow managed to set the hind limbs, and tend to his stash of herbs. Just barely restraining the impulse to shove his entire medical arsenal down her throat, the Healer coaxed a few small seeds towards the lips of his patient. Noses nearly touching, he whispered something soft—an assurance of some sort—before gnawing his store of thick, ebony roots into a pulp.
Oblivious to the chaos around him, only Cora remained in his range of awareness. The violence raged on.

At last, the vertigo set in.
Hardly breathing, and hardly hearing a sound pray for the distant rumblings of death rattles and spitting fire. The phantom stood, a rogue spectator of the irrepressible carnage, and the outlines of soldiers began to blur and melt. His pupils slid downward, vaguely, to witness the sight of jaws clamped fast around his foreleg, blood soaking the mesh of snow, ash, and scattered intestines at his paws. All the world had become a carnival—no, a masquerade. All the masks, of comedy and tragedy, screaming and laughing and bleeding. The war was a playground—filled with children! With clowns!
At some point, his own fangs met the spine of his attacker, and wrenched the male from his assault. His kaleidoscope vision steadied at the taste of alien flesh, and he felt his gaze focusing. As he abandoned his supposed enemy, recognition buzzed somewhere deep within his crown. When at last her very bones evaporated into a ring of soot, Hades had reached Assyria’s resting place, his pads resting on the ground of her cremation. By some temptation, his gaze lifted, and he witnessed several leaders in a panicked communion. His head bowed, and the shade slowly picked his way through the line of battle.
He reeked of fire, of decay. Snow began to litter his pelt, alongside ashes. He scented climax in the air—and when the slope began to quake with the shedding of new boulders, he knew it had come.
That said, Hades intervened with the primitive dance of Crimson and Fireflight—that is, with an unnamed Hellfirian-scented fae and Assyria’s selected opponent. Why did she select you to wage war against, Fireflight?[/color]
He wove his way between the two, eyeing the more tentative Crimson from the abyss of his sockets.

Alas, after so long a span of anticipation, Kar caught sight of the son of a bitch.
There! He practically mouthed the word, ducking away from whatever opponent had involved himself with, slicing an ear as he flew past. Hellfire the murderer, the heartless bastard. Oh, he had waited long for this…
But destiny, it would seem, didn’t want him to get that far.
His cheetah pace slackened, confusion blurring his fury. …Regulus…? It was Blood Mist on Blood Mist, or whatever the hell Regulus was—either way, it was a tad bewildering.
That, and a pale specter suddenly leaped from nowhere and yanked him sharply by the collar.
“Arg! Get off of me!” Kar hissed, tearing away from the wily jack-in-a-box, and leaving a mouthful of hairs behind him. The Siverian Beta tore toward Hellfire, disregarding the established battle, and the white femme gave chase.
As the duo came near, Shiver rolled her eyes and muttered, “Hey, Hell—looks like you’re a popular man this evening.” She reached for Kar a second time, but widened her gaze as she drank in the identity of his opponent. “…the hell? Regulus?”
Seizing advantage of Shiver’s delay, Kar launched himself at Hellfire, eyes set toward the flank.

Meanwhile, idle Magnus—joyfully participating in the shoving of stones—caught sight of a fiery femme evading the brunt of the boulder’s blow. He rolled his shoulders, smiling. Ah, but this won’t do at all. Noting that enemy wolves were beginning to surge up the hill, Magnus headed away from the assault, and instead sought his own… by racing down the hillside toward his new Destinian target.
As he grew near, he crouched low against the rocky terrain, and pushed off. “’ello, darling!” From his higher perch, he soared downward, descending on top of Burn Note, and aiming to drag her to ground level.

Mange, Lobo, and Kill, too, joined the seemingly endless flood of Blood Mist warriors, poised for war and fresh for the fight.

“Ridiculous—!”
Rapier heaved deep breaths, glaring through the scattered dust with angry eyes, but only able to decipher vague shapes of his opponents. A boulder had struck him. It missed its mark, you could say, considering his lack of deadness, but it had left him with a considerable limp, and an elevated temper… one that was only further exacerbated by the sight of a former packmate preparing to slaughter another.
The Destinian’s eyes narrowed, and Rapier shot into action.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Rapier threw himself at Etheris’ flank, casting a worried glance at Mahina. Honestly, he had no idea if he had arrived too late to prevent serious damage. Have you gone mad?

[Sivoncé™]

The hateful red eyes watched as the rocks poured down on the weak, retreating wolves. Let them suffer, she thought with a dark chuckle. They deserve it for coming here to our territory and thinking they could beat us. Really, what were they thinking? We're immortal for cripes' sake! A blink later she was rolling down the slope, balance dismantled by a sharp blow to her hind legs. Bones jarred and rattled, she came to a harsh stop at a large rock that protruded from the side of the rise. Snare rose slowly to her paws, eyes locked onto her attacker's form. They narrowed with bloodlust and she spat at him with cold defiance. "The Sheerans are on their own, buddy, I don't think you're in a position to be telling me what to do!"

Etheris, gorging his claws on Mahina's flesh, looked up at her with a monster dancing in his eyes. He said nothing, but only watched her shriek with a patient, knowing smile. When she was finished, Etheris smirked and lunged at her throat. He was nearing the bliss of the killing bite when he was thrown to the earth, the wind knocked from his lungs, but an unseen force. Slowly, Etheris rose to his paws and whirled about to face his attack, never giving his stricken mother a second glance. His eyes caught sight of Rapier and he flashed his fangs at his former packmate. "If you were smart, you would join Blood Mist too! The packs have a death sentence!"

As Krueger worked on her legs, Cora came into gradual consciousness. Her memory was fuzzy, and at first, she blinked up at her mentor in utter confusion. What happened? Where am I? Bits and pieces came back to her, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she was as to why exactly she had decided to jump in front of a rolling tree. She gave herself a rough shake. She would ask Krueger about it later if it was still eluding her. As she looked out at the bloody scene of the battle, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know all of the answers just yet.

Are you fucking serious?
Fireflight, fangs embedded in Crimson's shoulder, found herself shoved away from her opponent by none other than Skull Face himself. For a moment, she seethed at him, panting in fast angry breaths and ready to launch herself at Crimson once more. And then, reality began to fill in and dawn on her as Crimson drew cautiously away from her - her fearful eyes were locked on the form of Hades, not Fireflight - and back towards the brush. And then, Fireflight really looked at him. From head to toe, he was repulsive, horrifying, sickening. She felt her gut twist as she studied the grotesque mask her wore upon his face. She knew he could smell her fear and see the hairs standing up along her spine, but she forced herself to glare directly in those bone-hooded eyes anyway. She spat spitefully in his direction. Who was this creature?
Somehow, she knew without questioning who he was asking about. Assyria would be the only one in the world who could harbor any good feeling for this bottomfeeding worm; he was as ugly as she.
"What's it to you?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Crouched like a feral cat, the Sheeran maintained his pleasant smile, peering down at his chosen foe. “Oh, Sheerans, non-Sheerans—right now all that matters is me and you, m’dear! Now, may I have this dance?”
The pale soldier lunged, using the momentum of his downhill plunge for an extra power boost. He jumped first with his head in the lead, but pulled up to land (and perhaps kick) with his paws—hopefully somewhere on her winded frame.

Rapier eyed the enemy male curiously. Is this guy serious?
His withers rising slightly, he glanced worriedly toward his fallen packmate, but quickly returned his gaze with a new confidence. At the moment, he couldn’t afford to keep his eye away from the ball—Mahina, if she were even still breathing, would have to wait a moment longer.
“I am the son of Destiny herself,” he muttered, raising a brow. “Do you really expect me to become a cowardly traitor? You, Etheris, are the one with the fucking death sentence.”
With a snarl, he started after his opponent, diving down before pressing up toward the neck.

Sweet hallelujahs passed through his consciousness, momentarily overshadowing the trembling rage underneath. Momentarily. But the slight quiver of Cora’s pelt appeased Krueger’s chaotic mind, and a more naïve calm settled on his features. Like always.
“You… you are okay, Cora?”
He then realized that he still had roots in his jaws, and spluttered a bit with muffled speech until he regained the sense to apply it to the wounds.

He dipped his head. Somehow, a top hat would seem most appropriate, if only they were in the correct dimension. But for now they would have to make do with a simple, polite gesture.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“I could not blink away my curiosity. The architect of this quarrel specifically singled the Destinian Alphess out from amongst the ranks of all the packs—I can only grasp at the motivation, but never seize it. I was hoping that you could, perhaps, lend me your eyes on the matter?”[/glow]
His orbs scanned, and memorized, but it mattered little to him of Fireflight’s hostility, or her fear. But… what did matter, then?
What are we doing here?
What we must. But it is a fine question.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“I also cannot help but wonder at your own motivations. Why are you here, Fireflight—more specifically, why is your pack, all these packs, here with you?”[/glow]

[featherswift]

Pressure came down onto her jaws. Her fangs bore into Winter's throat and blood welled up willingly, staining Featherswift's muzzle, neck, and chest. The fae's eyes didn't look away from Winter's gaze as the light dimmed within. She held on until Winter would surely die. Then her muzzle let go as if it was poison. The Sheeran's eyes grew wide with fear at what Winter had become.

Her pack mate continued to stare at her with a gaze that told all of her betrayal. The copper warrior knew it would never leave her mind for the rest of her life and no matter how hard she scrubbed the blood off her pelt it would still be there. A low whine escaped her as she took steps away from the body that had once been full of life a few seconds ago. Blood was staining the area as if mocking her, continually telling her of her deed. Winter had pups and she had left them motherless. Regret surged through her more so. She wasn't there, but she was. Reality wasn't there, but she clung to it so as not to slip, wherever it was.

Featherswift sniffed the area and smelled only blood, herself, Arachna, and Blood Mist. It would be easy to tell her pack mates that Blood Mist had done this. A healer could quickly tell though that she had done this if practiced enough. She immediately came back to herself at this thought. With shaking legs, she walked up to Winter's now lifeless form and ripped through the throat so as not to leave any bite marks.

When she had finished, her fur stood on end as she felt as if Winter was still staring at her. The urge to puke came, but she held it in.

Featherswift nudged Winter's muzzle familiarly. "Winter if you only knew....," she whispered. With a shaky breathe she continued,"May you find the Golden One and be safe."

The deed was done. As she turned back towards the fray, she couldn't forget Winter's gaze. Now snow was covering up the scene silently, not for any cause, but it fit for the wolf. Featherswift blinked back tears as she catapulted into a free run as fast as she could, right back into the nick of battle. A howl escaped her muzzle, but fell on deaf ears.

As the Sheeran staggered/ran back into the fray, she looked around and her heart sank. So many wolves, so many deaths, so much blood. Then, she caught the form of the dark silhouette known as Hades. So he was here too? It didn't make much sense as to why he would even need to be part of this kind of battle without even a pa-...maybe he did have one here? She looked around and found known. It confused her, but she turned her gaze somewhere else.

((Guys, Featherswift needs an opponent ))

[MooniiKinz]

With horrified eyes, Freja watched. She clearly heard the retreat calls, so why was no one leaving, they must have heard it! Fine, if that's the way it's gotta be. The white wolfess trotted down the slope, looking around for any blood mist foe. When she saw none, well, she didn't make a move to go and get one, she'd rather have the fight come to her, so that her energy wasn't wasted on running.

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Mahina rolled to her side, watching as Rapier got Etheris away from her. She couldn't help but close her eyes, not wanting to watch anything that made her breath harder than she already was. The femme placed her paws on the snow in front of her, seeing her pads all cut and bloody, due to that red pawprint she left in the snow. I'd be done a favor if I wasn't alive right now. Even the slightest movement of her leg made her dig her muzzle in the snow, to keep herself from yelping.

[Sivoncé™]

Carolina was an utter mess. She wailed miserably, eyes locked onto the treasonous form of her son, Etheris. She looked up to the sky in a pose of desperation. If there's a creator, or a heaven up there, how could they let this happen. Her eyes widened as she saw an impending Blood Mist figure crashing down towards BurnNote. A high-pitched scream split the air, but the warning would come too late.

As Aradis moved forward, Phobia snapped greedily at the alphess' forelegs. It's time for them to go now, or time for us to feast on their corpses. Either way, they lose.

Cora didn't move her eyes from the battle, though they narrowed slightly. She offered her mentor a curt nod, but she felt a building rage in her gut. Why couldn't they just get lost already? The packs knew they were beat, in the distance she'd heard a pawful of howls for retreat, and there was no way they could make that much of a comeback to make up for the damage Blood Mist had dealt. So why are they still being stupid? Can't they see they obviously had no clue what they're dealing with? She grumbled hatefully under her breath. "The bluthering idiots, all of them!"

Etheris snarled coldly under his breath, though his expression was one of pity rather than rage. Rapier wouldn't be saved; he was too ignorant and determined to hold onto the past way of life. Things were changing too quickly for him to catch on now -- and with a mother like that, it would be impossible for someone like Rapier to adapt to the times. If you can't beat them, join them. When the Destinians are long dead, I'll still be alive. Blood Mist is strong enough...the Destinians are nothing but weaklings. Etheris tucked his chin to his neck at Rapier came at him; instead of pain splitting in his neck, Etheris growled as teeth caught on his muzzle. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dismantle Rapier. Etheris lashed out with his forepaws, trying to do as much damage as he could.

As Snare staggered to a stand, she was forced even further down the slope with a sharp, buckling blow to her forelegs. Before she'd gone very far, she dug the backs of her heels into the turf and managed to get upright before he could come at her again. Needless to say, the once-confident Blood Mist fiend was now winded, wounded, and visibly pissed off. Snarling, she braced herself for his next move; she wouldn't waste her energy running back up the slope, nor did she want to be rolled around like a tumbleweed.

Fireflight's heart raced as her eyes bore into this stranger. Fury sang in her chest -- how dare he? Who did he think he was to come up to her in the heat of battle, while she was fighting for the lives of her packmates, and question her personally? It was beyond "I'm a stranger and I don't know why everyone's fighting" -- no, he was singling her out and demanding her own personal reasons for fighting this battle. Her lip curled in the beginnings of a snarl. Yet, his casual tone and lack of hesitance suggested a hidden strength behind the mask of bone. He was someone who could walk wherever he pleased without fear. Fireflight leaned in close to him, whiskers twitching with hatred.
"I don't know who you are, but you certainly think you're something special. You're not. If you're with them -- no, if you're even with her -- I will hunt you down and slit your throat. If you don't want your ass handed to you, I'd suggest you leave now."

(I think Enferian or Arkantos are still free, Feather, and Wolfie just listed like three or four free wolves too, so you have a wide selection )

[MooniiKinz]

Aradis pushed her head down and forward, looking Phobia in the eyes, stopping the other wolfess from the snaps on she threw at her legs. Her ivories were bared slightly, as she kept trying to push the female back. Aradis' fighting technique was certainly one to be questioned, but it could work. After a few moments of her own thinking, she stopped, optics narrowing in the snow. She didn't dare say a word, but instead, rose onto her hind legs slightly, pushing with front paws at Phobia. Without seeing if that worked, the femme leaped up, landing on a branch about seven feet in the air.

((I saw my wolfeh in real life jump onto a branch seven feet off the ground today, so I figured just to use it ))

[Sivoncé™]

((I'm sorry, but, you have a wolf, Mina? ))

Phobia hissed in defiance and instead of scratching at Aradis' forelegs, she took slashes as her forehead. She was pushed back several times, but always darted back in to take another blow. When Aradis landed herself in a tree, Phobia merely narrowed her eyes, padded a out of the tree's range, and sat calmly in the freshly fallen snow. She watched Aradis with a narrowed gaze, tail twitching fitfully behind her. The fire was out, but had most certanly scorched Aradis' tree; if she waited long enough, perhaps the alpha's branch would give way, or Aradis would realize the potential danger and have to move. She teased her in a shrill cry. "What kind of leader cowers while her people wage valiant war?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( it's crazy how high canines (lupines) can jump... the coyotes around my neighborhood keep jumping fences taller than me xP
as for Featherswift, I went ahead and threw Kill at her ))

Looking a little lost, are we?
It was her time, their time. The time for the ancient pack, the only pack true to their heritage, to seize the day. And, oh, the victory tasted even sweeter knowing that the packs had invited them in.
Bet you’re all wishing that you would’ve stayed home and saved yourself the destruction. But oh, well—that’s the Destinians for you.
Kill prowled up behind Featherswift, whose expression appeared rather confused after emerging from the woodland. She flashed a wicked grin, and leaped, aiming to land on the back of her target.
“What’s a matter? Getting cold feet?”

A hiss of pain fell from his gums, Rapier’s assault met with a ferocious counter as Etheris attempted to flee from his grasp. He clamped harder as the first series of blows met his face, but as the claws fell with more force, Rapier was forced to abandon his catch. He threw his head down, carrying his enemy’s muzzle with him, as he opened his jaws, releasing Etheris with a violent thrust. A high pitch whine rang in his ears, and a warmness leaked down the side of his face. For the moment, fortunately, adrenaline rendered him numb to the missing portions of flesh, and dove down at Etheris for a second attempt. He attacked from the side this time, with his jaws tucked in to protect the throat—it meant less force if he hit his target, but it was the safer option.
Gotta keep breathing… and so do you, Mahina.

Meeting his mark, Milo pounced onto Snare before bouncing back onto the slope. He landed with the most subtle of stumbles (well, sort of), and watched as the fae tumbled down a ways. His eyes narrowed, pleased, and his tail rose like a prideful banner. She managed to slow and eventually halt her descent, however, and he realized that simply ramming her over and over would not work forever. She would expect it, and aside from that, he wasn’t a wolf of brute force. It was agility that he relied on.
“Oh, don’t look so unhappy! Everyone slips up once in a while…” Milo jetted off, this time soaring over Snare, landing, and using the push to slice up toward her flank. “You just do it more than others!”

The Alphess’ warm breath, tainted with the brackish scent of blood, billowed against his outer shell. He gazed evenly back at her, undeterred, and his vocal tone unchanged in the slightest.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“ You seem rather testy… though, seeing as how you are amongst a throng of ‘enemies’ that may have dealt certain injury to your party, that is understandable. But you leave me a tad confused, Fireflight. By my record, the only blood I have spilt during this altercation belonged to that of a Blood Mist wolf, not a pack member. Logically, that would align me among your ranks, not theirs, would it not?”[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,300]“ Still, I realize that a face such as this can be hard to trust. But if you cannot tell me why she was here, or why you are here, can you speak of why all these packs are here? If you still find my presence undesirable, you could surely slay me—even in your condition, you have many lives, when I have but one. Not like these wolves, which return like so catastrophic a plague. The four packs could arrive here, each double their size, and still fail. These wolves here—centuries and centuries of raw suffering and anger suddenly made flesh—are all too eager for redemption.”[/glow]
His skull tilted toward the mass butchery at their flank, one of the shapes nearest them disappearing in a pool of shredded tissue. His eyes, darkened by his macabre veil, were neither pleased nor depressed. Just observant.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Sweet redemption...”[/glow]

[featherswift]

Howls to retreat finally made its way towards her, but she saw no one doing so. Before she could question the stupidity of the packs, the sound of paws behind her clued her in that something was about to happen. A bark made her spin around only to see a wolf flying at her.

It raked her back, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, but the wolf missed its mark of landing. She spun around to face her opponent through the chill of winter. Snow was beginning to fall more heavily and the wind had not let up. Her muzzle opened to expose her bloody fangs as snow gusted around the battlefield. "Not in the least!," she barked.

Featherswift lunged towards her foe. As soon as she got into biting distance, she changed direction, turned and then came back with a powerful leap.

((Thankies guys for helping.

I've seen dogs jump onto trees to get over fences in various videos. XD Crafty little boogers aren't they?))

[MooniiKinz]

((Yes they are! That's why I come in the house everyday covered in dirt! And yes, I own a wolf hybrid.))

"Scared a wee little tree? It would have broken by now if it was THAT unstable" Aradis simply sat on the branch, mocking with her eyes and the fact that, the scorched tree was holding up perfectly.

((Ok, I have major writers block, but I had to post something xD))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Acting all defiant, eh? Bet you think you’re all that, little girl… a whelpling saint.
Kill’s jaws slackened, her form crouching with the impact of landing on solid ground. Unfortunately, it was snow and ash, not Featherswift, under her pads, but flecks of scarlet still splattered, warm, across her underbelly. And it was not her own.
She halted her stumbling, regaining her balance just in time to hear her foe’s sharp retort. Kill then turned, growling a little, and felt Featherswift crash into her body. She surrendered her stature, allowing them to roll onto the ground. There were fangs at her cheek. She felt her flank hit the snow, and Kill began snapping out with her jaws, almost as if rabid. No real strategic target except living, breathing flesh.
“Go ahead… show me what you got…” came her hardly distinguishable words, distorted by the excited snarls bubbling in her chest.

[featherswift]

Kill fell under her pressure and it caught Featherswift by surprise. She had been expecting a bit more force against her. To compensate, she immediatly tried to pin down the form under her. Her paws dug in as hard as she could make them. Hoping for the best, she turned her attention to the now slathering Blood Mist in her grasp.

It was snapping frantically all about so she kept her neck as far as she could from Kill. Her chest was unfortunately exposed to the constantly moving bloodthristy jaws. Featherswift could just make out the words the wolf under her said over its jaws opening and closing. She blinked at him as she brought down her hind paws upon the lower stomach of Kill. All the while she kept her front paws steady on him, trying to keep her balance.

A rush of pain hit her in the chest as she heard and felt flesh being torn from it. Kill had caused a gash to open in his madness. As her blood ran on back and chest, she hoped her kicks would be enough to stop Kill's jaws from moving. She was scared that if she tried to back off, he'd only use it to bite at her more precisely.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( for future reference, Kill is female (though very un-lady-like) but no worries
And for the heck of it, I decided to give Aradis something else to worry about, if that’s okay xD ))

Although her opponent never exactly fixed her in a single position, Kill could feel the sharp edges of her heels digging into her skin, the razors scarring up already injured tissue. And then, of course, came heavy retaliation blows. Out of reflex, Kill curled in toward her abdomen, reeling from the blows, but Featherswift’s weight kept her locked. The pain fed her rage, and with it came less precision, but more force with her blows.
Tasting the brackish flavor of blood, Kill mixed in a combination of continued snaps and headbutts to the chest area. At the moment, it wasn’t so much about making damage as getting the fae off of her, especially considering the wounds opening around her more sensitive stomach as she writhed about.
Get… off…

An arctic breeze stirred over the hilltop, miniscule cushions of snowfall drifting from the sky. The flames were dying on contact, but given their ferocity, it was a slow affair. Shifting from one target to the next, Magnus could still feel heat at his spine, while his nose paled with frost.
He narrowed his eyes, however, as an intriguing site crossed his vision—a pack wolf, unbeknownst to him an Alphess, cowering in a tree. Or taunting from a tree. Depends on the perspective.
He curled his lip, both amused and annoyed, but mostly amused. The fire had died among their region, but there remained sputtering flames about them. The Blood Mist brute headed off, taking quite a few minutes in search of a branch dry enough to burn, and found one with red tongues still flickering from its edges.
A smile. Nice.
Sheltering the flames under the passage of trees both burnt and burning, Magnus arrived at Aradis’ tree, and looked up. Ignoring Phobia, he dropped his flaming stick at the base of the already damaged trunk, and sat, tilting his head. “Hurm… clumsy me.”
At the rate this snow is falling, the flames might not reach her… but the smoke will. Or the tree will crack. Either way, I’m getting a show, even if I have to climb up there myself.