+{MONSTER}++BATTLE+

[featherswift]

A howl erupted through the fray, causing her mind to snap downwards. Destinians were leaving now, buy a forced order. They had to listen or their butts would be chewed to bits by their alphess. It was something that would draw the attention of all the wolves present. Blood Mist was sure not to like the end of their genocide.

She looked around and noticed that the packs were going to have to fight their way out of the fray. Blood Mist had surrounded them without anyone realizing what they were doing. Featherswift felt her jaws clench in her anger. Her eyes went back towards the male's form once again. He hadn't left her and was taking in the same news as she.

Then he opened his maw and commented. He'd stay with her for a while, at least till he needed to leave. Her face brightened, especially at his plan. It was one they could use and it would make enough distraction to allow their pack mates to escape, hopefully unscathed.

"Alright, let's do that," she barked. She walked over to one of the boulders the male had referred to. It would be hard for one wolf to push, but two could do it. "Come on! Over here, before those crazed wolves figure it out." she said as she waited near it.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Hellfire snarled, lunging for his throat, but came in contact with Kars face. It wasn't good enough for him. He clawed at what ever he could reach, but Kar had managed to get away. Hellfire scrambled to get to his feet, his ivories flashing through the air with rage. Kar was really starting to get on his nerves, and it was time the brute knew it. You idiot. Tell me, what is this going to accomplish for you? Wow, your the big bad wolf who's going to avenge your fallen comrade? What's the matter, mutt? You seem off your game.[/b] Hellfire snarled, circling Kar. His movements were easy, and slow. He had to remember that his enemy was indeed very skilled. And one wrong movement would get him killed. He launched himself toward Kar, but at the right moment he landed, and leaped backward. A smirk played on his maw.
Playing with the enemy.

BurnNote flicked an audit to listen to her Alphas cry. She was just about to leap away when she felt jowls close around her throat. She snarled, and was going to yank herself away when the rock hit her captor in the side. Both lupines were flung cruelly down the merciless slope; her body being tossed about like a rag doll. When she hit the bottom of the slope she struggled to get up, but found herself collapsing to the ground. She couldn't...she just...
Oh no.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Rapier felt the initial widening of a smile on his maw, a sort of mischievous air about him. “Right then!” Turning from the murderous anarchy below, the Destinian bounded toward the designated outcropping, peering over the edge and down the slope below them. A mingled portrait of blood, bodies, and writhing fighters marked the bulk of the fray, but a few single Hellfirians wandered about—no doubt due to the lack of sparring partners, considering the inflated size of their ranks. His eyes narrowed at a more congested group of them.
“Alright, let’s do it. Push!” With that, Rapier rammed into the stone, his wounded yet firm shoulders slamming his weight onto the rocks, and feeling a few beginning to give way.
Please, dear Lupus, let our aim be sure… and let our friends get out of here.

On the defensive, Kar retreated a few steps, maintaining a defensive stance—coiled like a cobra, calculating for the lethal strike. But Hell, too, was a viper, with venom to match. The brute circled, hissing his taunts—bait that Kar knew not to seize, but the temptation was all too great. He kept his gaze locked with his opponent’s, and a deep snarl burned in his chest. He wanted Hell to die.
“All of you, you filthy bastards… you think that you can just get away with murder, can you? Not just Lance—every time you gore-hounds show up, good wolves die. I’m not going to stand aside and let that keep happening. It’s my duty, something some whoreson like you would never understand! 'Off my game'? I’m just getting warmed—”
Rumble. Kar froze, ears twitching, and broke eye contact. A large noise, almost like a miniature explosion, sounded from close behind. He looked up.
The boulders were coming down again.

Ivory pelt stirring, Shiver narrowed her orbs, and glanced up as well. All at once, a weight crashed heavily into her back, and Shiver was heaved to one side. Some screeching mixture of a snarl and a yelp escaped her maw, and she finally rolled to a halt near the blackened thorns that enclosed the clearing. Blood flowed.

It was a long fall.
As the ground grew nearer, it seemed, the more obstacles rose up out of the dust to beat and batter his body. One serrated edge, then two blunt edges… one right after the other, like clubs against his skull. Then, finally, Oso met the soil of rock bottom—and landed awkwardly, on his head. An involuntary noise, almost a whimper, was forced from his lungs, but he was quickly silenced. A crack rendered him immobile, and he stared distantly at his opponent.
His jaws slackened, but he didn’t move much after that.

[Sivoncé™]

Carnage. Everywhere.
Boulders crashed down over the battlefield like bullet raindrops on both sides of battle; the pack wovles were using the Hellfirian's tactics against them. She watched the lines of Destinians streaming from the stage of war as she called them back. Scanning the crowd, she caught sight of BurnNote crippled to the ground, struggling to move, and Rapier fighting boldly onward. Fireflight moved briskly to her beta's side, offering a helpful, gently nudge to get her on her feet. Rapier flitted through her mind. He is a brave warrior, and one I cannot afford to lose. Before I leave with the others, I'll have to make sure he's with me. Too much life has been spilled here today....and for what purpose? We know even less than we did before. We're under the shadow of something sinister which we can't even fathom the likes of.
"I'll help you walk. Your injuries look terrible, but we can't stay here." Fireflight blinked warily at her surroundings, eyes watering as a mixture of snow and ash stung at her eyes.
This must've been the bloodiest battle this forest has ever seen.

Regulus blinked sheepishly back at Shiver. It wasn't like he had any special connections with the she-wolf, but she was one of the elder Blood Mists -- a Hellfirian of the same tier as Regulus. There was some unspoken respect her inquiry, a curious one rather than thick-headedly hostile. "Well, Madame--"
Out of nowhere, Shiver was hit and sent tumbling away from him in a bloody bundle. Grimacing, Regulus waited, and then took a tentative step forward. His stomach quailed at the sight of her.
Damn...that was a hard blow!
Without thinking, Regulus darted out into the open once more and crouched over Shiver with an anxious expression. Experimentally, he prodded her shoulder with a paw. I wonder if she's on her way to the recycling shop.... If that was the case, then there was no need to trouble himself further. In fact, he wasn't certain why he'd troubled with it at all. It'd probably piss a lot of wolves off if the saw him helping out a Blood Mist after what he'd done to them. Then again, he'd done plenty worse to the packwolves and they seemed to welcome the aid.
"So, what's it gonna be? You need an ambulence or should I leave you to do the reincarnation dance?"

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

BurnNote groaned, feeling Fireflight's encouraging nudge. She had to get up. She allowed her gaze to wander over her opposition that seemed to be immobilized. Was he dead? Her eyes widened with shock for a moment. I hadn't...had I? She thought, but the rumble of boulders caused her to leap to her aching limbs, and shake the hurt off for now. She glanced toward Fireflight, and nodded. She understood what was going to go on now. The had to get out before more innocent blood was spilled. Before more life blood was seeping into the wet ground.

Hellfire smirked. Then maybe you pack wolves should stay out of our way, hmm?[/b] The ground rumbled, and Hellfire glanced up. One huge boulder was slung his way. He completely forgot about his opponent, and leaped out of the way. The ground vibrated with a harsh thump. He smirked at Kar, and bowed his head. It seems as though our quarrel has come to an end yet again, comrade.[/b] He bowed his head, his eyes mocking all the way. I for one don't plan on being turned into a pancake today, do you?[/b] He smirked, his eyes dancing with the murderous intentions he had been born with. He was the same wolf.
Bad ass.

With that being said, Hellfire dodged the assailing boulders before he came to a dead stop. Shiver was lying on her side, blood seeping from her body. Beside her?
Regulus. Hellfire whimpered softly, a hint of compassion flooding his gaze before he tore it away. Regulus was there. Shiver would be okay. Still, he threw a glance over his shoulder to see if Kar was in pursuit.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

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The blunt edge of stone chafed uncomfortably against his exposed sores, but with a final grunt, the massive weight spiraled into the chaos beneath—hitting, to Rapier’s satisfaction, a few Hellfirian targets. A small grin flashed approvingly toward his Sheeran companion. Unfortunately, his balance teetered uncomfortably with the rock’s release, and he scrambled desperately at the edge to back up. “Feather-, uh…”

Reluctantly, instinctual impulses—the will to live, for starters—overwhelmed his lust for vengeance. Kar fled to safety, a rush of deadly projectiles dividing him from Hellfire like a stone curtain. The only sensible thing was the run, and he grudgingly obeyed. “It seems as though our quarrel has come to an end yet again, comrade.” ‘Comrade’? When we meet again—and we will—I’m gonna…
The gurgled yelp of a nearby wolf’s dying breath dragged him away from such thoughts. The creature was unrecognizable, as neither pack or Blood Mist—nor wolf or beast. Too much blood lost, too much flesh shredded and hanging limp like flaps to the tensed tendons beneath. Kar blinked twice, and silently abandoned the field of war.

“Pain” wasn’t quite the word for it. It was a searing numbness of sorts, blooming from the base of her spine to the limbs pinned beneath her malignant assailant. Adrenaline wiped most of her concentration and capacity to acknowledge her agony, and for a minute or two she simply stared around and wondered how the world had grown that much taller.
She moved to stand, but little was achieved. Her eyes met the sight of Hellfire disappearing out of her peripherals, which was soon obstructed by a pair of bloodied paws. Another minute to register his words, and then, “…haven’t talked with you… for awhile.”
Shiver coughed. Her first spurt of pain ricocheted through her ribcage. On the bright side, it helped her emerge, if only momentarily, a little ways out of the haze.
“…thanks, but… I’m a little homesick. I think a little summer vacation…”
She slipped into stupor then, not yet dead but not quite present. A living ghost. With these injuries, it would be a long while yet until she fully succumbed, but most of her was already gone.

It had been an utter massacre. The pack wolves, for whatever their intentions, had been dismally unprepared—the reek of burning corpses was more than enough evidence. Rising erect on the brow of calamity, a silhouette motioned down upon the churning ranks with judging eyes. Stance firm, claws rooting into the ash cloak of the plateau, he stood as an ethereal monument, a testament to the utter chaos that had absorbed whatever illusion of sanity to which these beings had testified for so long. His second face leaned against the rise and falls of his facial contours, sharp in contrast to the nightly pelt and splattered red, and stared hollowly, as if the synapses in his skull had been deadened by the roar of falling stone and shrieking wails.
Whatever divine work he had accomplished, it was done for the day. Slowly, his blank visage turned from the fray, and his body gathered enough sense of direction to lead him from the murder. The last of the dwindling flames snuffed audibly beneath the tread of his paws, and he knew then that this was only the beginning.

[featherswift]

The tension in her body seemed to loosen considerably as the rock she had started to push, fell. Rapier had significantly helped and from the sounds of it, they'd accomplished a deadly roll. Her partner seemed to like it from his facial expressions, so she looked as best she could through the frothing mass of decay and embers. Yep, they'd managed to hit a good few of their enemies. They had died from an easy to make ordeal. Just how it was when you murdered, the thoughts barrelled through her mind. She shook her head to rid it of the ugliness.

When she had regained her composure a whimper sent her focus towards Rapier who was ever so slightly tottering over the edge. Gravity and force were pushing him down the ledge due to his shear mass. Frankly, he should have been smarter about it and backed up farther like she had done. His worried tone made her act fast. Immediatly, her neck pushed forward as he paws took her as close as she dared to the edge. Featherswift opened her maw and clamped as softly, yet forcably onto any part of Rapier.