+{MONSTER}++BATTLE+

[MooniiKinz]

Well... Damn Aradis sniffed slightly as smoke reached her muzzle. In a mini panic attack, the alphess looked down, seeing a branch of flames licking at the trunk of the tree. "You guys just can't get enough can you?" She leaped down, landing in front of Magnus. Her muzzle wrinkled in a disgusted snarl, but then again, all the blood mists disgusted her. Tail lashing behind the femme, Aradis leaped locking her gaze on his exposed throat.

[featherswift]

((Oops my bad. From the descriptions I really had thought Kill to be a male. ^//^ ))

The pummeling to her chest began to get to her. Blood from the first gash was streaming out at every blow that hit. Of course it got onto her foe's fur, but that just made the Blood Mist look more brutish than she already looked. Featherswift could see the pain in Kill's eyes though which gave her the strength to not give into the pain.

She knew that her prey didn't have the strength to get her off, so for a moment she felt like she had the upper hand. Featherswift growled as she began to lift all her weight from her front paws and put all it onto her haunches that were situated on Kill's pummeled stomach. Then she raised her neck and slammed her jaws towards her foe's exposed belly. There was no way she could get to the neck of Kill with her snapping jaws so the stomach would have to do.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((no problem, just don’t let her hear you xD ))

A brow raised pleasantly in reply. “No, not really.”
Aradis abandoned her crumbling outpost, suddenly appearing in a spray of ash and ice inches from his nose. Magnus smirked, ducking his head down to protect his more vulnerable throat, and turning slightly to avoid a potentially serious assault to his eyes.. However, he did not attempt to dodge the hit, allowing enemy fangs to clip his cheek and latch onto his shoulder. A reflexive wince passed through his feature, the female exerting more force than he had anticipated, and a stream of red bursting across the side of his face.
“A little feisty for our first date, wouldn’t you say?”
Nevertheless, he dug in his heels to maintain his balance. Still in a semi-grimace, the larger male twisted his head about, attempting to snap at her face and neck while she was digging into his skin.

All at once, Featherswift’s solid body slipped further and further from the reach of her jaws, and an enormous pressure settled on her abdomen. For a moment, Kill paused in her frenzy, eyes wild and searching with red vision for her target. Her vision made contact just as the jaws clamped shut.
At first it was a guttural moan, like the rattling of feeble lungs in her ribcage. But as the fangs seeped down, and the pain seeped in, her voice amplified to a rabid hissing of agony. Blood bubbled audibly from the back of her throat, muting most of the screams that attempted to exit her airway. There was a fire in her body, relentless in its spread, and it brought Hell to the forefront of her consciousness.
“G-go ahead and kill me, pawn,” she coughed, finally exerting some measure of control over her vocal cords. “Not th-that it matters, hehe… I’m just gonna c-come back… in a day… or two… like e-every other Blood Mist like me…”
She trailed off a little, scarlet leaking from the corners of her mouth, a trembling smile forming on her lips.
“…and all t-these slaughtered, hurm, pack wolves… they’ll still be d-dead…”
A laugh sounded weakly; more of a gurgle now.
“…you all c-came here… for n-nothing more… than to kill yourselves!”
At that, Kill fully surrendered to her abrupt impulse of rich, undisturbed laughter. The shredded hole of her stomach began to feel somewhat numb, her underbelly soaked in both their fluids, but mostly her own. Her legs began to kick up at Featherswift, claws sharpened for battle, but her dwindling strength leaving little room for a recovery. And at this point, it would seem, Kill didn’t even seem interested in the prospect.

[MooniiKinz]

Aradis growled, letting him take snaps at her face and neck. She only returned the favor by biting down harder, then lurching her head down, still not letting go of her target. After lurching down, she swung her head side to side.

[featherswift]

Her fangs hit home. They sunk into her victim, the blood streaming out and around her muzzle. She clamped down as much and far as she could and tugged. The stomach of Kill had been opened. Featherswift reared her head back up and spit the tissue from her mouth. With all the blood surrounding her muzzle, back, neck, chest, and paws, she looked like a demon with burning eyes.

The Sheeran looked down at Kill as her paws met her chest and abdomen with no strength. Life was draining from the Blood Mist in front of her. The same light that Winter had in her eyes was disappearing into blackness in the from under her. She listened to the wolf dying under her as it tried to speak. When it did, her ears drooped for it spoke the truth. Blood Mist could not die, at least from the knowledge the pack wolves and the Blood Mist's knew. They were always reincarnated to do bloody work later. Pawn, the name Kill had given her, hit home though. Anger seared her form, but she controlled it, as she had done with many others.

She whispered to Kill before the last remnats of her spirit left. "May the Golden One stop that from happening." Her prayers were words full of meaning, but she felt empty inside. The Golden Wolf had not shown himself in a long time and the packs were disintegration due to the constant wars and no time for learning his lessons. It sickened her completely.

Featherswift got off Kill feeling as if she might be sick. All she tasted was blood and the fur around her vision was spattered with it. Everywhere there was blood! She began to storm off and then stopped suddenly. "Damn it!," she cried as loud as she could.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Rich pain blossomed, like a rippling pond, from the impact bite at the shoulder. His muscles quivered, life’s fluid leaking from his veins, but the seasoned soldier accepted the wrath with a broad grin. It was Hell that he had lived through, in his first life, in his afterlife… a few fresh wounds now weren’t about to crumble his spirit (or lack thereof).
“Hurm, and persistent too… everything I want in a woman.”
Magnus chuckled a bit, withholding his assault for a bit, and studying the bruised features of the enemy Alphess out of the corner of his eye. Her jaws remained locked.
“A Siverian, is it? Did the Destinians drag you here?”

It was a massacre.
Crawling over the settling landslide, the mounds of rocky outcropping splattered with traces of his packmates, Rapier peered through the dust cloud. Or maybe it was ash; it was becoming hard to tell. The assault had been met with disastrous results—they were going to get revenge, to make a show of pride… and what? They encountered a force beyond their wildest dreams… and worse, an undead force.
We need a strategy… not this… He lowered his head, breathing fast, with fogs of breath tumbling from his tongue. A zigzag slice of flesh had been removed from his flank, and another line cut across his left foreleg, but he wasn’t ready for death. Just sleep, and retreat. We marched in like fools… fixed them? They fixed us.
The Destinian vaguely recalled the sounds of retreating wails, but it seemed that few had retreated. Or, rather, that few were able to retreat. He scanned the stones, the bulk of the retreating wave crushed by the second rockslide, blocking the quickest passage out with a heavy mountain of boulders. Rapier began ascending the newly formed slope, glancing back at the carnage. Even as wolves attempted to flee, more and more fresh Blood Mist wolves kept flooding in to ensure they wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t discern the leaders from the madness.
An anguished cry, for the moment louder than the others, caught his attention. Rapier glanced over, laying his eyes on a fae that he had not encountered before (another pack, he assumed), and his gaze softened slightly. Too much damage, too much blood—it was enough to drive anyone mad.
Slowly, Rapier limped toward Featherswift, and murmured softly at her. “Are you okay?” His mind churned, organizing plans to find and carry one of his fallen comrades before abandoning the battle.

[featherswift]

As her anger pierced the sky and echoed around the bloody battle field, she stood in the same spot with fur bristling. All around her wolves were drawing blood or dying. The snow had turned to an ashen grey and rocks continued to fall in landslides due to the storm. Did the packs not see that Blood Mist was impossible to beat at the moment. The only thing they were doing was causing this to be a blood bath from hell.

She expected no one to answer her cry, so she looked down. A presence coming near her caused her ears to point straight up. At his whisper to close, she snapped her head around with teeth exposed to kill. Something in the wolf's demeanor and tone kicked in right before she decided to attack. Instantly, her body turned off attack mode and returned to what she had been before. This was a pack wolf talking to her which she had realized just a moment ago. Now she wasn't just icky looking and feeling, but ashamed as well. Featherswift stopped the pressure of tears as soon as she felt them. There was no way she could cry at a time like this.

She took in the male's form and knew she probably didn't look much better. "Urm...sorry about that. To answer your question, no I'm not. The feelings probably mutual for everyone here except the stinking Blood Mists," she said carefully. Except no one else has murdered their own helpless pack mate, she chimed in her mind with unpleasant thoughts.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Shit.
Hellfire was tossed to the side, just like Regulus had planned. He rolled a few times before coming to an abrupt halt. Then, Regulus's words hit him each like a stone.
What. The. Fuck.
Hellfire followed his gaze to where Assyria had been, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He slowly looked back toward Regulus, and shook his head. Shut the fuck up Regulus. She's not my doll.[/b] And with that, Hellfire was up, and getting ready to launch himself for Regulus, his target the nape of his neck, yet just as he thought he would reach his target, Shiver's lyrics reached his audits. He faltered, missing his target all together, but perhaps it was for a good thing. His rage for Regulus would have to wait. As he spun around he saw the son of a bitch that had promised to kill him when he killed that other wolf in the other battle. A smug smirk curled up at the corners of his mouth. It seems I am, Shiver.[/b] He mused.

Quickly, without giving him much more time to reach his target he side stepped out of the way of Kar, and spun around to meet him. He didn't bother giving him time to recover from the miss, however. He leaned back on his haunches slightly, and threw himself toward Kar, his jowls wide open and optics shining with untold fury. Poor Kar would get the beat down for Regulus's words. His aim was the nape of his neck, and if he couldn't do that, he at least wanted to knock the brute off his feet. It was true; he was off his game slightly. But why, was the question.

She was just getting up when she heard the dark lyrics of Magnus. Her crown jerked around to see the flash of ivories, and a Blood Mist throwing himself at her. She didn't have anytime to react, and the next thing she knew she was pushed to the ground, and the both of them were rolling down the hill. When they reached the bottom BurnNote was tossed away from him. The beta was seeing stars now, and the wound on her throat wasn't helping her one bit. She stumbled to her feet, and shook the dirt from her pelt. Hmm...another bastard of a Blood Mist come to get his ass kicked?[/color] She mused, before setting herself up for an attack.

She crouched low to the sod, her muscles tensing before she launched herself toward him. With how low she was, she was able to get a slight advantage on him, being that he probably wasn't prepared for the attack. Plus, BurnNote was smaller than he, and could maneuver herself around him easier. So, as she was flying through the air at him, her only thought was to knock him off his feet. And that was what she was going to do.

[MooniiKinz]

Aradis let herself let go of Magnus's shoulder, jumping away from the male, standing and glaring at him. "Immortality." She paused, her gaze unwavering. "Why? Thats my only question... What's the real reason behind the slaughter?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( oops, I accidentally double-booked one of my charries without realizing it xP Burneh, is it okay if Oso is fighting Burn Note instead of Magnus? Nothing changes in their fight except the names ))

For a brief tick of the clock, Rapier could have sworn that the fae’s hungering knives were going to sink into the depths of his exposed chest. So much for hospitality. But, as luck would have it, Featherswift reeled in her aggressive reflex, and saved Rapier a potential spontaneous surgery.
The cut on his forelimb stung numbly as he studied her features, a solemn expression on his maw. Of sympathy, of empathy, or something of the breed. His skull dipped in a polite nod. “War is never a holiday, except for the Blood Mist barons. But even then, maybe… if only just one or two of them, maybe a few of the Blood Mist feel that way too?” He paused before shaking his head dismissively, and he stepped closer to her side. “But, then again, most of them look a little too happy down there… who knows. The bottom line is, you’re not alone, erm…” He grasped at her name, but realized he had no idea. “…well… the packs are supposed to be in retreat, but no one is leaving. Or, at least, Blood Mist isn’t letting us.” His eyes scanned. “The boulders have stopped falling for the moment, though, so this would be the time. Do you, er… do you need help getting home? I’m, uh, Rapier, by the way.”
The sudden casual nature of his final words hung dry from his tongue. He almost couldn’t believe that Blood Mist was leaving the pair alone… for now, at any rate.

The pressure faded from his shoulder, though the ache remained, as Aradis leaped to attention at a safe distance. Magnus coughed, adjusting the weight of his feet, before following the path of the Alphess’ retreat. He could feel her glare as much as he could see it, and could not restrain a bout of laughter at her inquiry.
“The slaughter? Heh, babe, who attacked whom in this battle? As far as the other minor incidents—your misplaced pack members and such—it’s all just business. Nothing to do with you specifically, don’t you worry—just collecting a few debts and balancing a few scores is all. You can understand that, can’t you?”

It wasn’t at all like the last time—the careful waltz on tiptoe paws. Now, it was the blunt of a sledgehammer ramming into his torso. Worse still, the sledgehammer had teeth.
Luckily for Kar, his reflexes were not entirely lost, and he evaded a violent shredding of his throat. But the swift, unexpected response (the wolf had been, after all, preoccupied with another foe) caught the Siverian a bit off guard, and the soil slipped from under his paws. Kar crashed into a roll—thankfully landing on his stomach instead of the other way around, but a bit winded for action. His fangs flashed, as if activating by the mere scent of the male he so longed to murder. And although this other mystery wolf (unbeknownst to him the wolf that helped his sister) was a brother in arms at the moment, he would probably kill Regulus before allowing anyone else to finish Hell off.
A snarl rumbled in his throat, and he snapped out with his fangs in a preemptive lunge.

Meanwhile, Shiver glanced over her shoulder, momentarily retiring from the shock, and grunted at her companion. “Well, Hell, do me a favor, and don’t let the popularity get to your head.”
She then returned her wide-eyed attentions to Regulus, not at all sure when new pack mate turned on old, or why. “Gone rogue, Regulus?” She looked from the male and to Hell, and decidedly left her next question open to anyone in earshot. “Is this a personal affair, or do we have a straight shooter in our midst?”
Kar, apparently, was not interested in answering.

The grizzly outline of the lumbering male stared down at his opponent, a teasing smile to his features. The dust took its time in settling, but by the time the shapes began to emerge from the cloud, a more prominent silhouette disturbed the ash (prominent in this case meaning the ninja-esque ball of fury soaring out of the rubble). The great brute of a male tensed, preparing to receive. He moved, as if attempting a dodge, but halfway through realizing that he was not quick enough. And given his hulking posture, it was probably an accurate assessment.
Oso dug in his paws, accepting the blow with a grimace, but not falling over. Instead, he was shoved from his perch, and he managed to land a few rocks down—on all fours and with a worsened temper, though he tried to hide it. She was his tumbleweed, not the other way around.
“Hot on your paws, are you, little girl?”

[MooniiKinz]

Aradis sat down, her ears dropping to the sides of her head slowly. "I'm NOT going to fight you. Just tell me what the hell do you possibly want from us? If your immortal, what do we have that you dont?" She spoke her words slowly, though probably not the best choice, Blood Mist really wasn't going to let them leave, not in a million years. The alphess wasn't going to give up, she had 11 lives left, Magnus and the others... had 1, and didn't it take a few days for them to reincarnate? Aradis shook her thoughts clear, returning all her attention back to reality.

((God, school really makes me brain dead))

[featherswift]

She felt suddenly horrible as Rapier flinched at her actions. His eyes grazed her form full of sympathy for her. Her muzzle went up a bit to expose teeth at the look. Sympathy was something she didn’t need at the moment, but he was giving it to her still. The showing of teeth was not because of him, but because of her.

Rapier nodded towards her as he listened to her. Manners at a time like this were not required, but it made hope still pierce her heart. No matter how bad this war could get, pack wolves wouldn’t loose their humanity. If only she knew how ironic this assumption was. Hades had very little humanity left because of the war. Of course, she knew none of this and in her eyes Hades was being the one wolf that would listen to her words of questioning.

Featherswift listened to the male’s words and her teeth never showed again. He made her feel as if her real self was trickling back. He stumbled around because he didn’t know her name, but his words were for her. She wasn’t alone. It was the truth and it felt great to know it again. Somehow in all of this she had forgotten that simple truth. There were currently several wolves that would stand by her, her archenemy probably being one which annoyed her extremely. There were also wolves that didn’t know the whole truth and would still help her…at least until they found out whose blood she had spilt. His contemplation of how Blood Mist felt about all this made her instantly look at Rapier in a new light. Maybe he thought the same as her?

“Sorry, er my name’s Featherswift, Rapier,” she woofed. He was kind to her so she would return it. “You’re right about Blood Mist. They won’t stop killing us till nothing is left or they need to reincarnate,” she said as she took in the lay of the land. At his question if she needed help getting home, she wanted to scream yes, but she knew it wouldn’t be right. What if she ran off in a deranged type of mind, but then again, wouldn’t it be better to have another wolf there to help her not run off? She noticed a bleeding tear into his body. He was hurt, but should she take him away from a battle of this degree. Why should she even leave anyways? ARACHNA! She had caused this whole issue with her and now she wanted to get her back, no matter how pathetic she was at the moment. The merely flesh had messed with her and hurt Winter. It hadn’t been her doing, but Arachna’s. An idea swung into her mind, burning with hatred.

“No, I don’t need any help going home, cause I’m not. I’m going to stay here and try to find a way to stop this battle,” she said with eyes gleaming. She wagged her tail to let him know she was thankful for the offer though. Her plan was to find a leader in this mess, maybe even Arachna, take them by the neck, kill them, show their body off, and hopefully cause disorder in this hellish group. Without a leader for any pack, no one would know what to do. “I might need help with that though, Rapier,” she said kindly.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Hellfire snarled, his audits pinning as he watched Kar gather himself. Memories of the past battle flashed through his mind. He could remember digging his fangs into Kar's companions neck, and the blood spurting all over his body. Suddenly, a smirk crossed his slender maw. I'll be sure to remember that, Shiver. Although, to answer your question, I think it's personal affairs. After all, I murdered his companion. All is fair in love and war, isn't it? He saw Kar coming, but he hadn't had time to remove himself from danger. He felt Kars teeth clip his shoulder, and he immediately went into defense mode. With a snarl he found himself rolling over Kar, letting his fangs scrap across his nape and shoulder, but protecting the tender flesh of his throat.

As he rolled, his only hope was to end up on bottom with Kar on top. It was a full on battle now. Hell seemed to be on his game now that Kar had taken over the fight. With Kar on top he would leap into the air, and hopefully his back would crack, or at lease bruise some of his ribs. For a fraction of a second he allowed his crown to lift, and his eyes wandered around to meet Shiver's body. I haven't see you in ages, pal. Let's hope this isn't the last time, hmm? And with that, his thoughts left the fae, and was focused on the task at hand.
Fucking this dude over.

Better than you, little boy.[/i] She spat, the venom on her tongue entering the atmosphere like a hiss. Her blue optics narrowed dangerously for a moment before she made a split decision. A smile cracked on her maw, a mischievous glint was seen in her eyes. Hmm...having fun down there?[/i] Never in her life did she think she was going to get caught fighting on the slope of a mountain where losing your footing could mean potential death. How ever, she snarled, and felt her muscles tensing. Her haunches tensed up, and her audits flattened against her crown. Without much warning she flung herself from her higher perch, her aim to tackle the brute where he stood.

A flash back of her past fight had dominated her mind. Blood had been pouring out of deep gashes in her canvas, and seeping all over the sod. Her vision had left her, and she found herself slumping to the ground; at the mercy of her opponent. Instead of killing her, Regulus had decided to let her live. And then the flash back was gone, and she was flying toward her opponent. This one probably wouldn't let her live if her strength failed her. With a snarl, a rather vicious one for some one of her size, she awaited impact.

[Sivoncé™]

What's happening to us?
Ice hardened her blood as the she stared back into the dark eyes of a face that hid behind a skull. A skull. The skull of a wolf. She had no words for the stranger, the menace of a brute. Something was wrong about him. He wasn't a stranger, really. There was something insanely, frighteningly familiar about him. What was more frightening was Fireflight couldn't put her paw on exactly what it was she recognized. While her conscious was still searching, the back of her mind was quaking in unpleasant jolts of shock and paranoia.
She hated the thought of him looking at her while she didn't have her eyes on him as well, but she forced her gaze to peel away as she scoured the blood-spattered battlefield. Her warriors were making advances, but too much blood had been spilled. What gains they had made by temporarily taking out Assyria and a few other of the Blood Mist legions were only that -- temporary. When they returned in a few short days, they would be perfectly strong. Hot tears of fury collected in the corner of her eyes as she watched Rapier, BurnNote, and others throw themselves valiantly into the fight even though everyone was tired and wounded. Lips trembling, she tilted her head back and let out a sharp, final howl. This time, she meant it.
"DESTINIANS! FALL BACK TO THE BORDER!"
They couldn't hide in the trees and pray for strength anymore. The appearence of the familiar, unwelcome stranger assured her that even if they made gains now, there was more to come. Fireflight had been wrong to spring into battle -- they had been waiting for that, and had no doubt planned the murder of Milly and capture of her daughters to start it. There was more going on than they knew. It wasn't just a storm that was brewing over them; it was like the time when the sun had gone down and never come up, far away in an old legend. There was no sun here.
Fireflight did not look at Hades again as she turned and loped briskly amongst her warriors before heading to the trees.

He could've killed the righteous bastard then and there.
He didn't understand the motivations of his pawsteps as they carried him away from the fight with Hellfire and towards the sidelines of the battle. Regulus was bleeding -- the fight with Hellfire hadn't been an easy one -- but he wasn't finished yet. Wordlessly, he allowed Kar to step in and take his place. Somehow, though he loathed Hellfire severely, he felt the Siverian had far more of a claim to Hellfire's life than he did. The dark warrior drew back into the shadows of the brush and waited.

(Who else do I need to reply to?)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((unless Regulus wants to reply to Shiver, you're good ~ ))

With the comforting form of Featherswift so near, the male allowed his eyes to roam over the blood-soaked graveyard—one that still writhed with bodies. He listened, nodding to affirm his concentration, but all the same, a strange feeling seized him. A bile rose in his throat, a sort of nausea lingering over his consciousness. Maybe his wounds were deeper than he had realized?
His vision swayed for a moment, but this she-wolf’s words returned him to focus. Rapier blinked, a forceful nod weighting on his skull. “Well—”
His words were interrupted by the ear-blazing cry of his alphess, yelling for a retreat. If ever there were seriousness in Fireflight’s voice, it was now. And with the Blood Mist soldiers temporarily distracted from their post at the cliff, they might be able to make it this time.
He narrowed his eyes, then looked back to Featherswift. “Looks like it’s stopping without us.” I have to go, but… I can’t just leave her here. “…but I suppose, it isn’t really over until every pack gets out. I’ll stay. For a little while, I’ll stay. What do you have in mind?”
He paused, searching for an answer—someway to fight against the Blood Mist one final time, despite his heavy injuries. Then, all at once, his eyes brightened. “Those demons left their post—you think we could shove a few boulders on them?” He looked at her. “Unless you have another plan, that is.”

Magnus relaxed his composure, studying Aradis with an almost licentious flare in his eyes. But it was subtle.
“Well, miss, you seem intelligent enough—happen to know any history? From what I gather, Blood Mist was one of the four original packs of this forest. We lived right on Sheeran territory, in fact, until the Great Wars ran this place all to hell. And now we’re back where we started—isn’t that something!”
He chuckled a bit, swiping a scarlet tongue over his lips.
“Fact of the matter is, we have rights to this land as much as any of you pack wolves do, so don’t try to get high-and-mighty on us and come on our territory, like you so happily did today. Look around at your comrades, and judge for yourself whether or not it was worth it! But like I said, those disappearances have been about old scores. Might not affect me directly, but hey, when your leader was torn apart by the Siverian Alphess, there’s a price to be paid.” His nostrils twitched. “Though, considering your scent, you probably know all about that… or do you?”

A snarling blur swept the world into a kaleidoscope of motion, where now-distant snarls faded into the backdrop, and only the sound of heartbeats charged his ears. Eventually, gravity steadied their flight, and his eyes centered. He was on top of Hellfire.
Immediately, Kar’s cloud of rage cleared, and he realized the danger he was in. It wasn’t quite a pin, leaving Hell free to take a shot at his exposed underside. He scrambled to back off, pulling his head into a defensive tuck, and it dawned on him how stupid he was.
Need to think. Who’ll take care of Annelise if I’m dead?

Shiver eyed the erupting quarrel with her steely gaze, indifferent to the combination of strikes and blunders made by the Siverian. She did, however, offer the smallest of smiles at Hellfire’s remark. The ivory swath of her coat shimmering in the waking wind, she murmured. “Ah… so it is.”
Her eyes turned back to Regulus just in time to see him retreating into the shadows. Her muzzle curled slightly, and she followed. “Check with you later,” she managed, her tail flicking toward Hell. But her attention was now on Regulus, a curious gaze sliding over her features. “What the hell are you doing, Mr. Traditionalist?”

The scent of gore rose like a mist around his nostrils, and warm splatter smeared along his flank.
But whose splatter?
Oso attempted to maintain his footing on the loose rubble, but unfortunately for him, his perch was very narrow, he was rather large, and Burn Note was fairly quick. And as the fangs slashed at him, he was carried by the momentum of the thrust—right over the edge. He spun about, trying to lash out with his muscular jaws. If he seized her neck, he could suffocate her. But after a few seconds, a rock rammed painfully into him along his descent, and his accuracy waned.

Elsewhere, Bain watched Fireflight flee, as well as the gradual dispersal of Destinian forces. Before long, he noted, there would be none remaining worth fighting.
He began to feel drowsy again.