[M] It Ends Today
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It seemed like so long ago that they gang members had come into their territory reeking havoc and yet Luca could not bring himself to fully relax. The group had not been small for loners but from his understanding the Syndicate was not just a group of loners, as they had previously assumed. Although he wasn’t sure how far he could trust Tessa and Darius, they had been honest and open about the Syndicate and how they had come to fight against them that night. The pair had been taken in as prisoners of Casa, interrogated for the first few days of their stay in the Fort, but now they were permitted to stay in the Fort, where Luca was sure that many curious eyes would report any strange behaviour.

The pair had informed the Leadership that the Syndicate was a pack in Portland area, and the more aggressive canines had defected from it years ago. The gang collected loners into their debts, creating a web of canines who stole and fought for the core group, who in return bribed their old pack mates into treason. According to Tessa, they had gone to Halifax to investigate and try to convince some of the members to return home, but their loyalties were gone. It seemed as though the Halifax gang were preaching that the Cavaliers were nosey and did not want peace, but control. In the Halifax Syndicates eyes Casa was a bully wanting the best resources for themselves. A foolish misrepresentation. Everyone needed an enemy to rally troops again, and these manipulative defects had named Casa it.

There was no telling what the syndicate was up to now. Darius had mentioned the possibility of them falling back to a new base, or even going to Portland to recruit fresh faces, but it was all guess work. They were the blind leading the blind and that made Luca nervous. Those that had been killed were not the best, they were new recruits testing his pack for the others and they had failed. What that meant, no one knew, but he did not like it one bit. Upon Ulrich’s back the Knight King exited the Fort, giving a nod to a grumpy Howland who was staring down Theo, who was currently napping against the Fort wall. The boy talked back too much but Josephine seemed to be able to control his tongue, being unafraid to put him in his place. They would do well here in Casa, and time would tell if the Portland spies would as well.

As the Lune made his way into the forest he was pleased to be greeted by the calm sounds of nature. Briefly into his journey towards the border he paused, bringing Ulrich to a halt and listening to the birds chirping in a nearby tree. Their song was interrupted by the song of another, a warning call from the border, and from a voice that he did not recognize. It had to be them, it had to be! His own voice called out, commanding all able to the border. With a kick of his heel the red gelding was off, charging without fear towards the unknown.

At the border a male dressed in fancy clothes waved him down, his eyes filled with anxiety. “Leoris Steinmeister, Sir.” he greeted in a firm but hurried voice. “I’m afraid you have company. I can lend you my mace, you see these…” He trailed off as the sound of many marching paws on the soil neared, and bodies began to emerge from the trees. Fortunately for them, Cavaliers arrived as well. Luca held a hand up, holding his forces at the ready, and Leoris, mace wielded, took a defensive stance beside him.

It was hard to tell through the thick of the trees how many there were on either side. Familiar and unfamiliar scents mixed, making it hard for Luca to tell the odds. Around him he could see some of the Cavaliers, eagerly taking a stand beside him. A large male with soft grey fur took a step forward into clear sight, his sly grin and acid green eyes staring up at the Lune. “We are here to ask you kindly, on behalf of the loners of this area, to leave these lands Cavaliers.” He spoke with a silver tongue, the words laced with charm. “The masses see you for what you really are, a pack of bullies.” A mix of growls and cheers erupted from behind him. ”I am here to see that you adhere to the will of those I serve.”

“Liar!” A low feminine snarl escaped from behind him and in the moment it took him to twist his body around the figure of Tessa stomped forward in a rather ungraceful manner. “Shame on you Laurent you manipulative bastard.” Luca hesitated, thinking it was a rather bad idea to entice the small army they now faced, but decided to hear her out. “These people follow you out of fear that if they don’t you and your men will hurt them. You pretend to me such a good guy but really you only help others to trap them in your filthy claws.”

“Tessa.” Her name was spoken with an edge of shock to it, his eyes giving away that he did not expect to see her. Recovering he shook his head, “Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. You could have done so well with us. It’s too bad you put in your loyalty with these scum.” Turning his green eyes up to Luca he spoke to him directly, “You harbor treasonous snakes in your numbers my friend. I’m sure you are more intelligent than this riff raff. Leave now and we no harm will come to you and yours.”

Luca’s lip curled up in response and he spat back, “Whisper Beach and it’s surrounding area is Casa's. It has been since my Grandfather laid claim to it in the Knight name before I was born. The only way I’m letting you have it is under my dead…” Before he could finish his sentence and arrow pierced his shoulder. Talking time was over.



OOC: Dated August 21st mid-day. No killing this round. This group consists of 10 Syndicate varying in combat skill. This fight will feel more difficult for your character and this should be reflected in effort and injury. Please list the NPCs used by numbering them 1 to 10 as you match up with an gang member. All members are welcome to use our new and old pNPCs to assist in the battle but do mention their use in your OOC section. There are no set weapons or appearances for the 10 syndicate so be creative but realistic!

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Optime | Backdated: August 21st; Midday | pNPC: Clara Bates, NPC: Apollo and Agrona (+1,631)


Teagan is going after NPC #1.


Clara rode to the border with Teagan. Teagan loses sight of her once the fighting starts (i.e. feel free to bring her up in one of y’all’s posts xD)


Syndicate’s Revenge Plot


Also, I’m terribly sorry that I write so much, y’all >____<

“How’s this?” The coydog woman asked, smiling almost knowingly as she handed the finished material over to Teagan for further inspection. She’d done a few commissions for the warrior princess in the past, and had learned of the Stryder’s particular preferences. Practicality, durability, bland. She was nothing like her brother or her littermate in regards to taste.


Teagan accepted the offered item, holding it up to the light and stretching the fabric as far as it would go so she could fully scrutinize it in its entirety. Her canary eyes roved over it in a manner that might have made a novice seamstress nervous. Clara had dealt with the unreadable Stryder before though. She’d learned when to truly be nervous about Teagan’s opinion.


“I like it,” Teagan finally answered, nodding approvingly as she took a few hard yanks and ran her fingers over the material.


“It won’t stand a chance against a sharp blade,” Clara reminded the young woman almost hesitantly. A hole in Teagan’s last tunic had been the reason for why Teagan had commissioned the seamstress in the first place. After the pack’s last run in with Syndicate, Teagan had realized she had had a frustratingly small selection of alternative clothing to wear.


“Most things don’t,” the warrior princess grunted, offering a small smile in the smaller woman’s direction. “When would you like me to—”


A call to arms put a sudden halt to their conversation. It was the Lune.


Teagan’s lips curled and Clara put a hand over her mouth. “You don’t think…”


“If he’s calling for fighters, it couldn’t be anyone else.” After going weeks without a second attack or border skirmish since the one made on the Fort, the thought that Casa di Cavalieri had “won” had been a tantalizing thought. It seemed Syndicate had just taken time to regroup though. Teagan gathered up her things quickly. “I’ll meet you outside the stable. Apollo’s strong enough to take two on his back.”


Clara offered a quick nod in agreement before the Second Officer made a quick dash to her house to retrieve her sword. Chaos had already erupted in the Fort as other Cavaliers quickly gathered their metal and hastily prepared for the battle they were being summoned for. Hopefully, this would be the last they saw of this annoyance.


It didn’t take long for Teagan to gather what she needed; hair up, sword and its sheath, belt, and her already ripped tunic. She prepared on the go, moving through her house like a whirlwind before she was out the door and sprinting to the stables. Her falcon, Agrona gave a high-pitched shrill as she saw Teagan pass. The birds and horses had been excited by the noise and clamor that had suddenly erupted in the Fort.


She ignored the raptor for now though, making a beeline for Apollo’s stall. The stallion tossed his head and rumbled, as if to ask the Luperci what was going on. Teagan fitted him quickly with his tack, opened his stall door, and led him down to the birds’ cage. Agrona was summoned to the door, and the falcon heeded it before Teagan could even finish the call. With bird and horse ready, Teagan led them out into the open.


Clara stood outside, her rope dart looped readily in one hand with a shield taken from the pack’s armory in the other. “Just in case,” she explained when Teagan gave her a flash of a questionable look.


It was enough to satisfy the younger woman. Teagan sent Agrona to the skies before she knelt to one knee, her hands cupped; a stance that indicated for the smaller coydog to mount up first. Once Clara was up, Teagan swung up herself, taking the shield from the seamstress so Clara could wrap her arms around the wolfdog’s waist. Teagan dug her heels sharply into Apollo’s side and the pair were off towards the border.


Atop the powerful stallion, they made good time to the location where Luca had summoned the pack to. Along the way, they’d spotted other Cavaliers. Whoever threatened the pack at the end of the Lune’s call, they would regret it soon enough. When her father came into sight, Teagan slowed her horse. An unfamiliar individual stood across from the Knight; a man of monochrome fur and armed in metal and leathers. Not far behind them lingered more unknown Luperci.


Once Apollo came to a stop, Teagan dismounted, her hand on the pommel of her sword and her lips curled. Luca held up a hand though, staying his troops from action against the unfamiliar male and the growing number of outsiders. Clara’s soft footfalls behind her told Teagan that, she too, had dismounted.


When the small coydog stood beside her, Teagan turned and pointed Apollo back towards home and slapped his flank. The stallion was in motion, retreating back quite a ways from what would likely be a battleground. The sound of wingbeats told Teagan that her bird had landed somewhere in the interwoven mess of tree limbs above them. Assured that both of her companions were safe, Teagan turned her full attention to the intruders on Casa di Cavalieri’s borders.


From the forest, a large male emerged and spoke, his words slick and slimy as they slid off of his foul tongue. She had no idea what he was talking about. Them? Bullies? They were sorely mistaken. Who had attacked who? Who had taken hostages? The Cavaliers had done nothing but defend themselves, and the captives that Syndicate had had had come running to the pack for safety. It was obvious who the true villains were here.


Tessa spoke, addressing the Syndicate leader—for, he had to be with how he spoke and stood before his followers—by name. The gruff coydog spoke of Laurent’s wrongdoings, and, of course, the man denied it. Her father let both sides speak before he stated where he and the pack stood.


Agrona let out a sharp, piercing cry just as an arrow firmly lodging itself into Luca’s shoulder. “Father!” Teagan yelled, her canary eyes turning sharply on the Syndicate number.


That’s. It! Her sword was drawn before she could think, the warrior princess charging towards the one responsible for sending the projectile into her father . Nobody, nobody attacked her family. She didn’t care if it was hasty. She would make sure the ground here became soaked in their blood!


A vicious snarl ruptured from her maw. The scrawny, darkly-furred male turned sharply at the sound of a fight and an angry individual barreling towards him. Quickly, he drew a second arrow, but, just as he had started to take aim for the shot, he was blindsided by claws and feathers.


He yelped, his equilibrium thrown as his head was jerked with the momentum of his airborne attacker. Agrona let out a victorious cry as she climbed back into the safety of the branches above to avoid being shot at. In the falcon’s wake, Teagan was able to cross the distance of her long-ranged attacker. Her sword arced and came down as she came within range, aiming to either cut the man down from shoulder to hip or force him to use his bow to protect himself.


Something would break, Teagan’s fierce, protective anger would be sure of it.


The wolf chose to fire a hasty shot instead. The arrow tore through the thin fabric of her tunic, tumbling through the air as it quickly lost its momentum from cutting through flesh and cotton. Teagan’s attack didn’t waiver in its direction though, and the Syndicate male was forced to quickly sacrifice his primary weapon in order to spare him the full bite of her metal.


Adrenaline kept her going, but she knew the male’s earlier projectile had cut through the meat of her shoulder without even looking.


Crrraaack!


The bow ate up the brunt of the energy behind her attack, and it was the male’s quick reflexes that allowed him to dodge the blade as it cut through the once-durable wood. He slinked sideways, dropping the ends of his bow and undoing the fastens to his twin daggers in one swift motion. Like a cat to an elusive mouse, Teagan’s eyes never left him.


Her wrist twisted, her sword following the male to where he’d scurried off to. The edge of her sword kissed the skin of his right shoulder, making them one for one. Crimson oozed from their injuries, but neither seemed to notice; their attention focused solely on each other. Teagan drew her sword back, preparing for another wave of attacks.


When it came down, it struck opposite than before. By such time, however, the male had drawn his daggers. He brought them up to catch her sword where they crisscrossed, the sound of their metal meeting one another echoing out and adding to the din of the battle. Teagan pushed down, the Syndicate member pushed back.


“If my father dies today, rest assured I will make sure you die a hundred times over,” she spat, promising torture upon the man before her.


“Hnn. Just like you knights to say that,” he grunted, his sharp teeth bared.


He put his all of his weight into shoving her from him, putting both distance and separating their blades. Without missing a beat, he lunged forward, twisting his daggers in a position meant for rapid strikes and cutting his opponent. Teagan was quick to raise the shield Clara had had the foresight to give her. The daggers’ blades sparked across the metal.



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Iorek is fighting NPC 2 (With dark amber eyes)500+

Iorek had been sitting down in a flower field not far from the Fort when the Lune's call reached his ears. Birdflower squawked, Leave me! The beast placed the bird on a perch so that he didn't get trampled or hurt. The magpie would be safe and out of harm's way and then the boy turned towards the noise. The Syndicate returned after weeks of peace, the peace that allowed the youngster to heal. A sense of dread filled the hybrid as he got to his feet. The last time the group of loners had attacked, it had been quite ugly. The beast had seen a lot of death on that day and he didn't want to see more. But, he had to protect his pack no matter the cost. He wore another daisy chain and had some flowers woven into his mane. The wolfdog bounded towards the sound of the call.

The brown behemoth arrived as the battle started. He didn't know what to do since there was no one for him to help. He saw Teagan fighting a dark-hued male. She looked like she could handle him, she seemed like she could handle anyone. He was quite the sight with his flower crown, his feral posture, and looking around in slight confusion. That made him a target and there one one that noticed the chocolate-saddled brute.

A massive black wolf caught a glimpse of the massive yearling. The boy looked big but stared around stupidly, figures. He would make an easy target for the man's revenge. The black wolf was in Optime form and was well over seven feet tall, easily taller than the carmine-eyed creature. His dark amber eyes gleamed as he held his dagger in his hands and his claws unsheathed. The man didn't think he even needed a knife for the stupid Cavalier. The loner ran towards the hybrid, tackling him from the side. The bear boy was on his back and the man loomed over him.

The red-eyed Recruit didn't notice the attacker on his left until it was too late. His breath was knocked out of him as he was tackled by the male. The boy found himself looking into the dark amber eyes of a black wolf. His breath caught in his throat as a sadistic grin spread across the man's face. He remembered the demon's attack, the assault that almost broke him. And now he was pinned by a large dark wolf, almost mirroring the situation. He froze, unable to fight back as the memories washed over him. The crimson-eyed Cavalier couldn't fight back.

The dark wolf smiled as the boy didn't even try to fight back. This was just too easy! He slashed out with his claws and the hybrid beast had enough sense to hold his forearm up to block the blow. Claws ripped through the fur leaving scarlet in its wake. The boy whimpered spurring another strike from the man. The youngster blocked the blow with his other arm and blood was left in its wake. The man decided to make the boy suffer. So, he continued the attacks, leaving the boy's arms torn by ribbons of wounds.

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If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies

It was different this time. Everything was different this time. It had been almost a full month since the battle with the Syndicate following his ambush. His body had healed, but his mind... it only grew worse. Night after night, the boy was tormented with harsh pseudo-memories. At least, that's what he thought of them as. They couldn't have been real... Surely, they weren't real.


Arlen had searched high and low to find his missing memories. He'd tried hypnotism, drugs, but nothing had worked so far. He was simply left to his own devices. Being a stupid teenager, he did what he thought was best: rather than fight it at the source, he would combat the system. Breaking in to places he shouldn't go had never been difficult for the boy; stealing was second nature. It became a quick habit to filch out whatever liquor he desired from the adults in the area. Some even gave it to him without question. He didn't drink enough to get sick. He didn't get drunk during the day. He just... wanted to sleep.


Last night had actually been one of the good nights and he'd risen almost well rested and without the sent of alcohol lingering on his breath. He'd managed to wake up at a decent hour, do his chores and training all on schedule... the day seemed almost perfect, almost like it used to be. Then his father's call sounded through the territory.


The Stryder boy's heart stopped in his chest, mouth dropping into a perfect 'o' shape. It was a call to battle. Again. Arlen stalled, a knot forming in his throat and his mouth drying swiftly. The screams of the last battle, the sight of blood flying everywhere and a knife against his cheek, it all came flooding back to him.


Lost in his own world, Cavaliers pushed around him. They knocked into him in their rush to aid their leader, they shoved him towards the gate. Before he knew it, he was running amongst his people with his rapier smacking against his leg in time to his stride. Was he ready for battle again? Probably not, but he'd fight alongside his family anyway.


Just as he was anticipating the crippling loneliness of battle, a voice called out to him. Arlen turned to look over his shoulder at a massive black and white horse bearing down on him. A gray hand outstretched, firmly grasped by red, and the brothers were together again. Momentarily reassured, Arlen wrapped his arms around his brother, almost forgetting the situation in the familiarity of the action.


They arrived just in time to see negotiations turn sour and an arrow sprout from his father's chest. His voice grew hoarse before he ever registered that he was yelling. And running. How did he get off Vito? He was running so fast that friend and foe alike blurred in his sight. A sharp pain lit up in his calf, forcing him to slow. One by one, faces returned to him. The one that came into focus was inches from his own, light and familiar. "Are you alright?" Silently he nodded, looking down at his bloodstained pants. Whatever had hit him, it was gone now. "I can still fight!" Clara pursed her lips, uncertain of the truth. "I'm fine, I promise." He patted her on the shoulder reassuringly before ducking away from her concern and plunging into the battle. The tailor was left behind, watching the boy she'd seen grow up grow even more before her very eyes.


The battle flew by in a rush, all noise and light. There was very little for his mind to catch on to. The voices ran together into one huge scream, the fur all became dark and dirtied. Who was who anymore?


Sparks flew and caught his gaze, different in all that was the same. Though he couldn't hear the words tossed between them, the fierce determination in his sister's face fueled the steady adrenaline that coursed through his veins. Arlen circled around them, sticking low to the ground. Though his leg protested the action, muscles born of endless repetition knew just what to do. Slowly he drew nearer in the Syndicate's blind spot. Far enough to the right that Teagan would see him, but far enough behind to remain out of the villain's sight, Arlen approached with a dancer's light step. Nearer and nearer he drew until he was just within reach. With the speed of a scorpion, he struck. The thin tip of his blade sank into his foe's unguarded him and a strangled cry warned him of his short lived victory.



While his foe stumbled away from them both, Arlen closed the distance between his sister and himself. "Did ya miss me, sis?"


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Aniki is fighting NPC#3 (Artemis). Also, if anyone would like to fight with me, I'll be happy to oblige.1300+

Aniki listened to the call for a couple seconds. She was standing in her room, weapons and armor stacked on the floor. All her instinct told her to grab her daggers and run to fight, but the logic in her head fought it. I need armor to protect me. That is what armor is for. Why are you telling me to go and fight without armor? That's stupid! She snapped out of it when she heard the other members of her pack running to fight. She shook herself violently and started putting on her leather. She pulled on the boiled leather shirt, buckled her weapons belt, and clicked on her arm braces (ribbed with thin knives). Quickly she shoved her feet in boots and grabbed the leather sheets that would attach to her belt and protect her legs from the weaker hits while she was on horseback. Then she ran to the stables.

Getting there took a while. She had to fight against a rush of fighters, messengers, and those running to their separate posts to get to the stable. When she did get there, she breathed in the smell of hay, animals, and muck. She glanced at the horses still in their stalls. They were shifting their weight nervously, eyes rolling due to the thunder of paws hitting the ground at a run. She ran to Peachblossom and jumped into his stall. He stared at her, unimpressed. Aniki brushed her paw against his jawline, then rubbed his neck fiercely before tying on armor. He shifted slightly, and turned his head so he could look at her. "We're going to battle Peachblossom! Now look back so I can put on your armor right." He did as she told him, whether by coincidence or because he understood her meaning, she didn't know. But she finished tying the knots on the worn leather quickly, grabbed her weapons and headed out. A long lance to ride down her attackers, a large, long-handled axe that split heads effectively no matter whether you were a master of a beginner, and her standard daggers in case Peachblossom was killed and she had to fight on the ground. When they were outside the stable she mounted him and rode out to the battle. The courtyard was much clearer now and those who were still there got the message to run when they heard the thundering hoofbeats close behind them. Several had to dive out of the way, but didn't protest when they saw her huge form and weapons. And, finally, she burst through the front gates.

Carnage. That was the first word that came to mind. Wolves, dogs, and coyotes lay dead on both sides, their comrades fighting viciously. It wasn't a clean line of us versus them. Everyone was mixed up, fighting enemies on all sides, getting stabbed in the back, retreating and advancing like some huge dance. She clicked and Peachblossom charged. She lowered her lance and went strait to a big wolf (that looked like trouble) that was fighting a dog on our side. They both looked up when she got close enough that Peachblossom's hoofs reached them over the clamor of the battlefield. The wolf's eyes widened and scrambled to disengage from the dog. He dodged just in time. Her lance ricochet of his shoulder and he howled in pain. She grimaced and put the lance in it's cup, then pulled out her axe. She felt a thud from a sword that had glanced off her leg, protected by the boiled leather. Thank the lords for armor, that might have taken me out of battle right there. She spun to face her attacker. It was the wolf, tall, almost as tall as she was when she stood in Optime form. She slammed her axe down to strike the wolf's upraised sword, which shuddered and buckled. Then she lunged her body to the side, punching the spike on the top of the axe into the wolf's arm. He shuddered in pain, but lunged back anyway, she settled back onto Peachblossom too. He pranced and kicked out at those who got too near, biting those he could. The wolf charged and struck, she locked blades, his caught on her axe. "Tell me your name, loner. You are a Warrior, I will be sure to mark your grave with it when my pack buries your rag-tag bunch." Aniki told him. He spat at her face, and it hit her stomach.

"The name's Artemis. But it'll be you who we bury, not me. Go to hell, wench." He said with loathing. Aniki pressed down on him, using leverage to her advantage. He disengaged and struck her other arm. The blade cut her right above her arm guards and her upper arm quickly became slick with blood. Cursing, she grabbed the axe with both hands and hit him multiple times. Peachblossom circled him, and his blocks became slower and slower. Finally, she broke through, cutting another cut deep in his sword arm. His sword clattered to the ground and he quickly followed, moaning in pain. While she checked her surroundings for a second to make sure that nobody was going to stab her in the back (Not that Peachblossom would allow it, but it was nice to be absolutely sure), Artemis got up again and stabbed Peachblossom. He screamed, kicking and rearing. Aniki clung to him, trying to take control. She glanced back and sighed a sigh of relief. He had hit the upper flank, not enough to put Peachblossom down, but enough to make sure that he had to go back to his stable.

When he finally settled, she jumped off and pulled the blade out. "Run Peachblossom. Go home and go the gate. Somebody will take care of the knife wound!" Peachblossom turned and cantered to the gate, limping slightly. Aniki turned back to her charge. She drew her daggers, grinning at the perfect shissing sound they made as they flew from their sheaths. Artemis dropped the sword and drew double daggers too. His here the same size, while she had one long dagger in her right hand, and a short one in her left. Artemis charged at her. His dagger flew out, and she sidestepped it easily, adding another cut to his arm. He grimaced, but spun and attacked again. The dagger was going to hit her waist, so she let it, slicing through the big muscle right next to his neck. Blood splattered all over her hand, and his arm went limp, the dagger dropping to the dirt. He howled in pain and ran away. She let him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight without an arm, and turned to focus on the main battle.

She took a step forward and fell to her knees, hands on the ground. She assessed her injuries. A long cut on her arm, which she tied with a piece of cloth she carried to the battle. There was also a deep cut on her hip which burned. She looked at it and started. Blood soaked her pants under the leather. She unclipped the leather in disgust, throwing it at the edge of the battlefield. Her hand went to the cut and came back covered in wet blood. She cursed and pulled out another bandage and pressed it against the cut until it stopped bleeding so profusely. She wrung out some of the blood, then put it back on, tying it there with another cloth. There was also a minor cut under her arm that she hadn't noticed until now. Ignoring it, she stood, stopping for a second while the world spun. She shook her head, blood loss, she thought. The world righted itself and she started jogging to a hole in the battlefield.

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Aldora Knight

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  • Aldora will be turning NPCs 4 and 5 into pin cushions (the ones running at Teagan and Arlen; killing one, injuring the other) and after NPC 6 sneaks up on her from behind, she'll clobber him to death, then retreat.

When Aldora heard her Lune's call from the border, her fur bristled. From outside her home, she could hear the many footfalls of members rushing out to defend the pack, for that call could only mean one thing; the Syndicate was attacking.

She peeked out a fogged window at the rushing figures, in one hand she gripped the string of her bow, which laid against her breast. She turned to see her father adorning his armor, and his mother stringing her bow as well; they all would not go to the border, but stay here and defend the Fort, in case it too was attacked. These Syndicate were crafty, she would not put it past them that they may attack Casa in a pincer move.

Once the rush outside had died down outside, the family left their home to go close the gates of the Fort, and to ascend the small towers on either side of it, to keep watch for any attack. But after the gate was latched, Aldora hesitated before ascending the tower after her father; he turned to look down at her from the ladder, Daddy… she began, but couldn’t get out what she needed to say. Her father’s eyes looked pained, but he smiled suddenly and said, "Go."

Like the wind, Aldora rushed to grab Cinzia, and her mother reopened the gates so she could gallop out. It did not take her long to find the fray, already beginning, in the distance. Her heart pounded like a drum as she pulled Cinzia to a halt just beyond the crest of a hill overlooking the battle. Aldora dismounted, not bothering to tie her horse down, and scrambled to ascend to the hill; she crouched the closer she got to the top, trying to keep from being seen; she looked down, eyes wide. Below, her pack mates faced off against their foes; blood already was staining the ground. It was a horrible sight, one that Aldora was not prepared for.

Her gaze darted from group to group, and that is when she noticed two Syndicate members, one with a staff and the other a short sword, rushing from the trees towards Teagan and Arlen, who were both occupied with another enemy. Aldora's breath caught in her lungs, but she moved with mechanical like precision as she knocked an arrow and fired, and then, only a split second later, loosed another.


Strength, Honor, Courage

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#7
OOC: Rurik will be attempting to take on NPC 10. Why 10? Because numerical order is for normal people. 10 foot fella wearing metal armor across his chest and belly, shoulders, and thighs. He wields one to two cleavers. Also, Rurik is knocked TF out. Anyone feel like helping? edit: for anyone curious, big dude knows Cavalieri means knight, and knows knights rode horses, he's saying Rurik is less than a knight and is only what the knight's would ride. Is a clever insult cause dude's smart....or would it be a cleaver insult?! Alright, I'm done.
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Crack! Crack! Crack! The sounds of wood striking wood echoed out through the trees. Rurik's staff was a blur in the air as he swung it around his body in tight arcs, fending off imaginary attacks from imaginary foes. The trees around him bore the marks of his practice up and down their trunks in the form of broken and splintered bark, bare wood showing in some places.

He had been practicing for the better part of the day, and the day before, and the day before that. From the moment Veri stopped hovering over him and told him he could get up and move around after recovering from his injury, which was a result of a run in with some rather unsavory character from the Syndicate, he had been training and re-honing his skills. That fight had made his realize how far he had let himself slip. The only reason he hadn't been hurt worse was because he'd managed to sneak up on the poor guy. That, coupled with the blinding rage he had felt that allowed him to chew off nearly all of the poor fellow's face. That point was, however, that he was severely behind the curve in terms of battle readiness when compared to the rest of the Casa warriors, and if he was going to help protect his pack, he needed to be in the best form he could manage.

He was midway through one of his strikes when the call to arms went up. His hackles immediately rose at the thought of yet another attack on his home. Before the call had fully died he had gathered his cloak and sword from their resting place against a tree and was printing towards his Lune. Fortunately he didn't have very far to travel thanks to the convenience of his chosen training spot. Unfortunately he wasn't the first on the scene on either side. He came to a halt next to a small grouping of saplings and watched as Cavaliers fought off the invaders. He spotted one seeming to have trouble and took a step forward to help, only to then jump back to avoid being cut open by the surprise cleaver that was swung at him.

He took a defensive stance and circled around the small bunch of trees to face his opponent, who seemed to have either heard or seen him coming and decided to wait. The behemoth stepped out from the shadow of a dead oak and leered down at Rurik, who's stance faltered only slightly. The giant was easily 10 feet tall and built like a castle wall, and seemed to be clad in armor across his shoulders and legs. His cloak kept anything else hidden. In his hand was the largest cleaver Rurik had ever seen.

"Hello little horse. I'm going to be wearing your pelt as a coat before the sun reaches the tree tops today." While his name-calling made no sense, as Rurik was very clearly not a horse, the threat was clear. Rurik shuffled forward, keeping his staff up to deflect any attacks, not that the wood would be much use against a blade as large as the one he was holding, it might at least slow him down.

As soon as Rurik shifted, his opposite stuck, swinging his cleaver in a large up stroke. Rurik dodged backward and then sprang forwards, swinging his staff for the male's midsection. Only to have his arms painfully jarred and his staff bounce off something very hard under the male's cloak with a muffled thunk.

"The bastards wearing armor there too!" Rurik realized his mistake too late. He was too close to someone as strong as this guy was. The male dropped his elbow across Rurik back, driving him to the ground. He followed up with a swift kick that sent Rurik rolling, taking away a little of it's force, but not nearly enough for it to not still hurt. The grey furred male tried to use his staff to get up, struggling to catch his breath, only to have it knocked from his hand by the brute.

His attacker wrapped a paw around Rurik's neck and hoisted him up, placing his cleaver at Rurik's midsection. "I told you little horse. You, and your pathetic pack, can not fight us. Your heads will be on spikes at your own gates before nightfall." Rurik struggled in vain against the brutes grip, gasping for air. The larger wolf sneered at him and drew back his arm to strike the 'little horse' across his gut.

Which was his third mistake. His first was showing up to fight Casa. His second was then threatening his friends and family. His third mistake was specifically giving Rurik somewhere to put his short sword.

As quick as a flash, Rurik had his sword out and thrust deep into the unarmored side of the larger male's fighting arm. The male let out a howl of pain as Rurik jerked his sword around, slicing at the muscles and tendons. The cleavers dropped uselessly to the ground. Rurik expected to be dropped next, and was rather surprised when everything went sideways. It took him a minuet to realized he had literally been thrown, and didn't have time to react before a tree came to say hello to his head.

The next thing he knew was darkness. He couldn't see the very angry Syndicate member drawing his second cleaver with his off hand, blooding dripping down his arm, stalking towards him with murder in his eyes.
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#8
OOC Veri is helping Rurik out with #10. cNPC Seeker is used to get to the fight and helps a little before he's injured and sidelined. Feel free to reference an arrow hitting your selected target before Veri collides with #10. Sorry for the novel, hehe.

Things had eased up in the Medical Office since the Syndicate fight. Wounds had healed, and tensions, albeit still on a high, were gradually going down now that the threat was done with. Many members of Casa had used the arisen occasion to motivate themselves into more combat skills. It was great to see so many moved toward one purpose, to be better. If the circumstance hadn't of been so severe, it would have been cause for pride. Veri, however, could only manage to feel wariness about the whole thing. Maybe she was paranoid, but after the havoc the Syndicate had caused before the attack, it seemed too easy.

Not that the fight had been all that easy. Occasionally she'd wake from a dream of the first time this group had attempted to take down Casa two years prior. For the last few days she'd been especially jumpy and on alert, her hackles bristling each time a noise startled her. Something in the pit of her stomach squirmed with dread as the hours ticked by. Finally, the snake reared it's head to fruition at the sound of a call to arms. Teeth were instantly bared in an ugly grimace, mixed blue eyes flashing savagely. She knew it! But this was one of those times where she'd wished her intuition to be wrong. She'd already been outside, in her full leather armor, sharpening her sword to ease the itch under her fur, so all she had to do was sheath the weapon, grab her bow, her quiver of arrows, and whistle sharply for her mount.

Seeker's hooves pounded across the ground as he thundered toward her at a gallop. This time, she wasn't pregnant. This time, she'd make them regret coming to their doorstep again. Veri reached out an arm to hook around Seeker's neck, using the jolt of sudden momentum to swing herself onto his back and grip his mane in both hands. The maneuver had jerked on her shoulder a little, but nothing she hadn't trained to do before. Seeker shifted his direction toward the gates of the Fort, flying through them with the swiftness of his breed without a single command from his rider, so in sync from their constant training that he could anticipate her wants before she asked for them.

Trees proved to be an annoying obstacle, especially with no saddle, but soon they came upon the confrontation. The scene was mottled with canines of all colors, sizes, and breeds, some painted red from their wounds, others stained from the blood of the enemy. Seeker snorted and shifted back and forth, ready to go an any direction at the smallest twitch of her legs. Mixed blue eyes scanned the area for her mate, her gaze becoming more and more frenzied as she didn't see him amongst those who moved. At the same time as she attempted to find him, she'd drawn her bow and begun sending arrows flying at any body she could identify as non Syndicate.

It took her a few minutes of dancing around the edges of the battlefield to finally catch sight of him. Unfortunately, the sight she saw was of his body sailing through the air and colliding head first with a tree. Everything slowed to an absolute crawl from the moment she found him to when he slid down the tree trunk, utterly limp. He laid there for what felt like an eternity before she saw his chest move with a breath. All she could hear was her own heartbeat, everything else had faded away into nothingness. her gaze shifted to the gigantic hulk of a wolf that stalked toward her mate with cleaver in hand. In one moment she was looking at this beast from afar, in the next she was almost upon him as Seeker barreled toward him.

The equine skidded to a halt and reared, clawing the air with his deadly hooves to force the male to back off. The giant took one step back to clear his main body from damage, but struck out with the cleaver in hand toward Seeker's foreleg. The war horse screamed shrilly in pain and came down harder than anticipated, his injured leg buckling under his own weight. This threw Veri forward over his neck. Instead of trying to hang on, seeing as Seeker was wounded now, she rolled with the momentum and popped back onto her feet with her sword already drawn, her body firmly planted between Rurik and him. "Is the sweet little girl gonna save her sweetheart now? How adorable. I plan to claim his pelt as a cloak, maybe if you step aside I can find another use for you, show you how a real wolf gets down and dirty."

Another day she would have snorted in disgust at his blatant vulgarity. Right now, however, there was not a twitch of an expression on her face, she remained completely deadpan. The brute's muzzle broadened into a smile. "What's wrong dove, do you need permission to speak from your mate? Or are you speechless with envy?" For another moment she remained still, cool blue gaze fixed upon his, and then finally some emotion trickled back into her face; a smile stretched across her lips to match his. She leaned forward, her sword arm lowered just a tad, and she allowed two words to flow so sweetly over her tongue. "You're dead." her smile dropped a couple seconds after the last consonant fell from her lips and she launched into action.

No longer was she healer. No longer was she kind, or gentle. No longer was she a mother. The only thing she could comprehend at that moment was the limp body of her mate a few feet behind her, the very reason she breathed. Rurik expressed his rage through extreme violence. Veri, on the other hand, became a cold and precise killer. She ducked between the giant's legs, sliding and spinning in place to reduce the tendons at the back of his knees to ribbons. There was some armor there, but the impact of one piece caused the angle of her blade to slice even further into the second leg, but more in the calf rather than the tendons. The brute howled and whirled about cleaver first. Veri jumped back to avoid the weapon, forcing the large male to take a step onto his injured leg.

Like a snake she struck again, once more sliding between his legs (it really was too easy to use this trick, he was just so damn tall), but this time only using her blade to cut at his left ankle. She withdrew once more, placing herself between him and Rurik subconsciously. Menacingly large teeth were bared in a snarl as he went down onto one knee, his ankle unable to hold his weight any longer. In the back of her mind, somewhere, she taunted that that was for Seeker. For a moment he remained knelt there, almost as if in surrender, but seconds after this thought crossed her mind then he surged forward claws first. She deflected his hand with a slice across the palm, only to feel teeth close around one of her ears.

Stinging pain raced down her spine and she jerked back, swiping her own claws out instinctively to where his throat should have been. His size gifted his Optime form with a large amount of fur and skin around the area, however, so although her blow landed and blood welled from the marks, it was no where near critical. Veri danced backward out of reach once more, but far, far too close to Rurik for comfort. She stood her ground as the Brute stalked toward her slowly, still managing to look terrifying despite his limp. For the first time her lips pulled back in a snarl, her gaze never leaving his as he inched closer.

With no warning she charged forward, intent on sliding between his legs once more, this time aiming at the apex of his thighs to hopefully hit the jackpot. It was probably armored, but couldn't hurt to try. Except this time he expected this maneuver and cuffed her to the side, his claws carving a trail from the left juncture of her neck, across her collarbone, and tearing open her armor like butter to end at the top of her left breast. She slid across the ground from the impact, teeth clenched so tightly shut that her jaw hurt. Her body screamed at her as she picked herself up once again, blood staining all over her front, shoulder, and neck, but she would not let Rurik be harmed.
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Aniki is going to help Lorek.
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Aniki glanced to her right to check that there were no wolves sneaking up on her and saw a giant wolf beating on lorek. What is he doing out here? He's a pacifist who never fights! Lorek was cowering on the ground, getting completely torn up. She glanced at his opponent, who stood taller even than her. She was unused to looking up at other wolves. She cursed herself and whistled for Peachblossom. When he came, trotting over to her, still limping slightly despite the fact that someone had pulled out the dagger and put a green poultice on the cut. She grimaced when she got on him. But she would need his height to fight the giant. She had him canter to the wolf, who had almost reached Rurik.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Aniki yelled at the wolf to get his attention. She reached him as he turned, and swung the axe down on him. He twisted away quickly, but he wasn't fast enough to escape without a cut. Her heavy axe cut a shallow cut down his lower neck to his shoulder. She passed him and marveled at his size and speed. His head reached her thigh even on horseback! And he dodged her so quickly, even though was so large. She turned Peachblossom around to charge him again. She charged and swung her axe down again. He deflected the axe with a knife almost as long as her arm. He couldn't block the force behind the axe with one arm. The passed him again, turning Peachblossom without stopping.

"Well, well, well, I've got me a knight to kill." The giant said, licking the blade on his knife, eyes wide.

"That's the second time someone's told me that today, you brute. And guess what? He's lying in a ditch, bleeding out. He's probably dead, and if he isn't he'll be a cripple for life." Aniki told him, growling. She charged again, and the brute squatted, obviously aiming for Peachblossom's legs. She swerved, dodging his blade. She growled and replaced the axe in her hands for her lance. She lowered it while charging him. He went to deflect it with his knife, but she disengaged at the last possible moment and buried her lance in the wolf's upper thigh, not having the strength to pull it up in time to hit the stomach. She let go of the lance and passed the wolf for the fourth time. The wolf staggered and fell to one knee, the lance stuck in his leg still. He grabbed it with a roar, and ripped it out of his leg. He stood again, bad leg dragging his toes in the dirt. He chucked the long knife, quick as lightning, at her and it dug itself into her unprotected thigh. She yelped and whined, but grabbed the hilt and pulled it free, careful to pull it out at the same angle it went in. She held the cleaver in her hand, watching as he pulled a second one out of his belt. She whispered to Peachblossom, "Keep distance from him, don't let him get close.". She pulled a cloth from her belt and tied it around her injured leg tightly. She took a deep breath, held the cleaver in her hand, then replaced it with one of her throwing daggers. She feigned surprise while looking to her left, then chucked her dagger in the direction she had looked. The brute followed the dagger with his eyes, and she shoved his long knife into her throwing hand, then threw it at the beast's head as hard as she could. He looked at the knife flying at him, then caught it clean out of the air as easily as he would a stick. She gaped at him. "My, my, my, looks like we have a knife expert here. Luckily for you, I am also an expert. You shouldn't have thrown my knife back at me. Thanks for giving my knife back." And with that, he licked some of her blood off the blade before shoving it back into his belt. She felt shivers run down her spine like cold needles.

Aniki growled at the demon. He smiled cruelly at her. She charged again, hefting her axe up and bringing it down on him in one swift move. He dodged easily, but she pivoted and stabbed the pointy end into his shoulder. He roared as she passed him. She watched him as he grabbed another knife and chucked it at her. She turned her axe into a shield, protecting her from the knife. She deflected it easily and when she turned her axe again, he had almost reached her. Damn, he used the knife as a distraction to get closer to me! Shit, I can't move in time! Aniki's eyes widened when he reached her and grabbed her leg, squeezing it. She screamed in pain as the cut was squeezed. Eyes streaming, she pulled a knife out and went to stab him. Dark spots crossed her vision because of the pain and her hand stopped moving. He grabbed her and wrenched her off Peachblossom, who was trying to get her away from him. She heard the beast yelp because Peachblossom bit him, but the brute didn't move.

Suddenly she went flying and she landed, limply, with a thud. Her head cracked against the hard packed dirt and stone. Lightning cracked through her brain and across her vision. She lifted a hand to push herself up. She pulled her legs in and sat up. The world spun and stars dotted her vision. Suddenly she keeled forward and vomited. Her ears rang and she couldn't remember how to stand up. Aniki lifted her hand up and touched the side of her head, right next to her forehead. It was slick with blood and she collapsed back to the ground, her vision darkening and narrowing to a small circle in front of her. She heard yelling and neighing faintly over the endless ringing in her ears. She struggled to get up again, but she seemed to have forgotten how to move, because no matter how much she told herself he had to get up or the giant would kill her, she couldn't get up. Footsteps approached behind her and a hand grabbed her head, causing her to breathe in sharply. He lifted her head up and in her narrow field of view, his face loomed up and she winced at both the pain in her head and the look on his face. Then he bashed her head against the stone again. Lightning shook through her head again. He lifted her up and kneed her in the gut, making her gasp and curl up. He kicked her legs again. Then he dropped her, the shock making her un-curl. He slammed his foot into her gut again. She started coughing wetly, each cough hurting like a stab to the stomach. She lifted a hand to her mouth and realized she had bit her tongue, and it was bleeding profusely. Her arm went limp and it fell into the dirt. The beast kicked her leg, right where he had stabbed her just minutes earlier, and the world went dark.

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(Npcs 7,8,9)

War was on the horizon and had been for some time. Grynn never understood why these loners needed this land so bad. She huffed as she ran a cloth over her war hammer, such a large weapon for a delicate spy. Uryu walked in behind her patted her shoulder and tried to smile. "Fear not love good will always win." He spoke his tone casual as he picked up his bow. "I'm going to patrol the borders." He spoke just as both of them heard the call.

Grynn snatched up the war hammer and nearly busted her shop door off its hinges. Uryu behind her as their daughter called out racing past them on Uryus horse. Grynn was proud that her daughter was such a motivated young woman but she wished she could keep her from harm.

Standing with the other cavaliers Grynn, Uryu, and Armani waited. It was like a flash as soon as her brother was struck the Knights were on the move. Armani raced into battle ahead of her mother the warrior she was after seemed to know it too. The other braced herself before their weapons clashed. Grynn half focused on the battle around her didn't see the male coming her way as she was trying to get to Armani. The sound of a loud snarl caught her attention as the male yelped. An arrow stuck out of his arm as his attention turned to Uryu.

The male drew back another arrow "get to Armani" he called. Grynn nodded noticing a second fighter after her daughter. The handle on her hammer tight in her grasp. She aimed to smash his head in.
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OOC Guin will aim to attack the NPC's (NPC 4 and 5) that are charging Teagan and Arlen, then switch to the one still standing (NPC 5) after Aldora shoots them.

Guin had used this lull to hone her skills further with both the short sword and her new dual axes. Well, not hers, not really. She'd taken them from the armory and then gotten them fixed up so they were now sharpened and in better balance with each other. She still had plans on getting a pair of axes tailored specifically to her, but these would do in a pinch. She'd taken to the trees for practice with them when a call to arms jerked her head around, ghost greens narrowed dangerously. Seriously, again? These guys were either stupid or extremely brave. Some could argue these were the same thing.

Within seconds she dropped the axe handles into their rudimentary sheathes on her belt in favor of her short sword. Next thing she was running, running toward the sound of metal on metal and the smell of blood. She burst into the fray and didn't even hesitate as her gaze searched across the field for an enemy. She was rewarded by the sight of two canines, one wielding a weapon the same as her own, and the other handling a staff. A snarl wrinkled her muzzle as she launched toward them, her blade held up in front of her on the ready. As she approached, arrows flew by her and struck both of them. One of them went down, she didn't double check to see if he could still move.

Instead, now she swerved to the one that still stood, and arrow stuck in their arm that they tried to cover with their weapon hand. Guin slashed the blade of her short sword across their leg. With a yelp they turned to face her, revealing a feminine face and build. She snarled at them once more and surged forward before they could collect their wits.
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The arrow stuck him and the Lune faltered, his body lurching into a hunched position as he clutched the wooed stick that now protruded from him. His snarling face was lost by others, as the charge was lead by his daughter. Golden eyes flicked down to his chest, a cream hand reaching up to grasp the end of the arrow. He dared not pull it out, knowing that it would only make things worse. Instead he snapped the end, leaving only an inch sticking out. Moving he lefts arm he instantly cringed as the arrow stiffened his movement. He would have to fight without the arm. With white teeth gleaming he dismounted, it would be easier to walk then to ride into this messy battle.

He searched through the mess, trying to find a target to seek out revenge on. Moving seamlessly through the crowd he spotted what he was looking for. His sister was racing towards his niece, who was already fighting one Syndicate bastard, and another was headed straight for her. He could already see Grynn charging for a hit, but would she make it in time? Pulling an ax from his hip the Knight called out. “Oi! Leave her alone.” The man turned to face him just in time to see the ax coming down. The piece of scum dodged to the side, clearing the way for Luca to deliberately move between him and Armani. Now Grynn could focus on the other male while he took care of this one.

The man wasted no time trying to get back to the younger girl, moving quickly as he tried to dart around the golden Lune. “No you don’t!” Luca growled. Rushing forward he brought both arms up to swing the ax with more strength. Flinching from the pain in his shoulder he realized his mistake to late. A roar of pain erupted as the male took the opportunity and lashed out with nails, dragging them across the Lune's face. Blinded by the pain Luca fought on, pushing his body against the man and knocking him to the ground.



OOC: Current list of what has happened can be viewed HERE. Luca has pulled away NPC 9 from Armani. Please remember these NPCs are meant to be more difficult, but you may kill starting this round. Injuries to your character are expected.

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The Dogs of war

A call to war split the sky. It was what they had been waiting for. With
a foreboding tension strengthening day by day all of them had been on
alert for this event. Her clawed hands curled around the leather used as
a rein. She was prepared, always prepared and as one mind both riders
turned their horses from the patrol. Her heels dug into Artan's side and
the stallion shifted gait straight into a gallop. There was no fear in
her breast, nothing but the rushing roar of her blood as it sang for
justice.

It was a calmness that contained fury, the woman's fire struck eyes
focused on the path ahead as they guided their mounts towards where the
sounds of battle pierced the trees and brush. She was low over her horse
to reduce drag and the big stallion's hooves rumbled thunder that
pounded in time with her heart. Her voice a bark that was ripped away
from her by the rushing winds, "Flank, we're going to flank
them."
She did not even need to turn and see if Temo agreed for he
would follow her anywhere, even to their deaths for the pack they called
home. If this would be how the veteran would die then it would be with
pride and the wildness within plain and bare for all to witness.

She had trained her life long, the years falling away behind her. The
woman was at the height of her physical strength and it showed in the
muscles that bulged with wiry resilience.

They came in from behind enemy lines, two beacons of light in the
darkness. Harbringers of death and destruction. The woman stood up tall
from her mount, the racing wind billowing out her mane behind her. With
a mighty bellow, echoed by her mate of almost a decade, that was
culmination of every bit of rage and sorrow and pain that the pair had
felt together through their long lives, Jace drew back the spear
clenched in her right arm and with all her might she hurled it forwards
into the seething mass of wolves.

They feared the woman, with her grizzled visage and terrifying snarl but
many forgot about the man, with a quiet personality none would suspect
that he was a fearsome warrior in his own right. Jace veered off from
Temo as he fell to smashing as many heads as he could with his staff.
Through the mottled coloring of wolves, the pale fur of her nephew stood
out and she grimaced in sympath as he jumped back from an attack,
bleeding from a sword wound.

A cry of particular pain had her zeroing in, pushing Artan faster. One
of the enemy had taken a mortal wound in the loss of his arm but was
being hounded by the gentle tailor Clara who was trying to stop his
escape attempts. He produced a dagger from somewhere and lunged at the
woman. The female raced to nock her arrow and let it fly, hitting him in
the neck and dropping him like a rock.

The kind female was already gasping her last breaths as Jace dismounted,
the blood spewing from a terrible gash across her neck. The warrior
could see clear down to the bone of her spine from where the neck had
been laid open. The grasped the woman's outstretched hand and held it
tight for the last few seconds it took for Clara to die. She let go of
the limp fingers and again drew her bow, firing several more arrows into
the throng trying to hit the enemies that she could.

She saw the battered and bruised Iorek, shell shocked and wounded,
bleeding from the arm. He would be killed it he laid here in the way for
sure. With the command to her voice, the unbreakable force of will the
woman snapped, Iorek! Follow me, NOW!" She let the injured, boy
from the battlefield, cajoling and harassing him to keep moving the
entire way. Morty was called to bind his arm before he died from blood
loss.

It caught her eye, and with narrowed eyes she hauled herself back up
onto Artan and pushed the stallion through the fight in time for the
very tall armored male to send Veri reeling. Jace had raised Artan from
a young fiery colt, had taught him well to be an unshakable beast of
war. She had also taught him to rear, to strike on command, to bite and
kick and to crush.

The command was given as a particular toned whistle and the fifteen
hundred pound war horse spun about like he would do when fighting
another stallion and kicked as his mistress decreed. Both rear hooves
connected with the brute's chest plate, it was no match for a horse's
pure strength and the male was flung through the air in the same manner
he had done to Rurik, hitting a tree and slumping to the ground.

A second, higher pitched whistle and the stallion turned back and reared
up, a challenging bellow of a neigh burst forth from his maw. He would
crush this enemy, likened in his mind to a cougar or a bear attacking
his herd.

Clara and NPC 3 are dead, Iorek is
removed from the battle, Artan is poised to crush NPC- 10 but Jace will
pull him aside if either Rath or Amora wants to have the
kill.


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Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end
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It was a hard and long road that was filled with many bruises that Temo had followed his mate. Jace had spent several years training her mate in the fine art of war. She taught him what it meant to be a warrior and the use of the many tools that are employed by the warrior class. He may have an affinity to the bo staff and it's many uses even when broken or cut in half, he had also become well versed with bow and arrow, spear, sword, knives, as well as hand to hand combat. Temo may not be the best with most, but he excelled at with the staff.

Since the last skirmish, Temo had joined Jace in her many trips touring the boarders. Wearing his full battle gear of bandolier with his staff attached in the back next to the quiver of arrows along with various knives down the front for throwing and fighting, and finally a short sword ready for action in it's scabbard at his side. They went on horseback so they could not only cover more territory faster but also to get more practice shooting arrows from atop their steeds.

Temo had worked hard the past few years with his training and they will soon find out how well he can manage himself in a real life or death battle, not the practice sessions where one knows they would survive, even if they acquired new cuts and bruises in the process. Not only did the scent of the intruders reach their noses, but the call to arms was heard across the land and the pair zeroed in on the direction of confrontation. Jace's battle hardened experience decided that with their position to the battleground, it was best to flank the enemy from the rear in a surprise charge.

Usually the quiet one of the couple, Temo joined Jace in raised voice as they let loose with the war cry and rode into battle at a full gallop. Arrows flew from their bows as they quickly closed in on the fighting. As the war horses charged through the lines, Temo drew his staff from it's scabbard on his back and started swinging at the closest interlopers. One coy dog looking swordsman turned and swung his blade only to barely graze Temo's thigh as the horseman rode by barely in reach of the enemy's blade.

One syndicate member took offense at Temo causing bruises and possibly broken bones to his team mates and grabbed the end of the staff with the idea of pulling the wolf dog off of his horse. His staff suddenly stopped and made immobile which pulled him off of the horse who was still in motion and not likely to stop any time in the immediate future given that there were no brick walls nearby. At least he had learned how to fall and let go of his weapon to roll on the ground dispersing his forward momentum and finished the roll with a spring up onto his feet and drew his sword while the horse continued on with less weight upon it's back.

The multicolored syndicate member now faced an opponent that was in full battle mode with the home turf advantage and now charging at him. He was hard pressed to defend life and limb with an unfamiliar weapon that he now had against a sword that was already out and ready to find blood. Backstepping to get some space between the angry black, sword wielding wolf dog, he threw away the appropriated staff in favor of his own sword for deflecting against the Casa defender's attacks.

Temo ignored the damp spot on his leg where his blood was seeping out of the sword cut and matted the fur against his thigh as he bore down on his opponent with short sword at the ready. Then metal rang as swords clashed, as Temo met the enemy head on with sword swinging. The interloper believed he had the advantage against the wounded wolf dog pressed back the attack. Temo defended against the attacks while he assessed the and looked for an opening through the defenses. It did not take much time for Temo to realize that he was the lesser skilled of the two with swords, but Jace's training had more than prepared hm for that possibility.

Temo had planned his strategy several moves ahead and had maneuvered the fight so that he was now stood next to his staff that had been tossed away even though it had cost him some more blood and new wounds. He made like he was on the attack with his sword as a distraction while his free hand pulled a throwing knife from his bandoleer and threw it at his opponent in one swift movement. The momentary distraction of a small knife embedding into leather armor and the tip deep enough to draw blood, gave Temo the extra few seconds to sheath his sword and flick his staff up unto his hand with his foot. His favorite weapon back in his grip, he spun it about himself building up the speed of the tips so they have more impact when they strike.


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Aldora was astounded to see both of her arrows hit their mark, but only one of the Syndicate members went down; she had hit him in the neck, and blood spurted out from where the shaft protruded. In horror, she watched him struggle for breath, and then become still. Her head buzzed and her vision went blurry for a moment; she had just killed someone.

The other she had struck in the arm, and the female turned to find Guinevere bearing down on them. At the same time, Jace and Temo came charging onto the battlefield like a tempest, leaving broken enemies in their wake. Aldora could not look away, both disturbed and intrigued by the whole battle. Her attention trained, she did not notice a dark figure approaching behind her.

Suddenly, she was grabbed roughly on the scruff and yanked backwards; she yelped in surprise. She tumbled down the hill a bit before being able to right herself, only to see a Syndicate member barreling down on her. "Stupid bitch! You killed Targon!" He cried as he fell onto her all teeth and claws. He had no weapon, but was strong, if not a little more petite than she. The two of them struggled; fur flying. Aldora did all she could to just keep biting and scratching as she could; she was not aware of the damage he was doing to her but blocked him as much as possible.

The two of them tussled on the ground, neither able to get a upper hand; Aldora found herself on her stomach, trying to scramble from underneath him, but he tried to pin her down. Suddenly it seemed more like he was going for something other than a kill.

Her hand found something hard and smooth on the ground; she realized it was a bow, her bow. The Syndicate male suddenly yanked her tail to the side, leaving only one hand pressing down on her; she took this opportunity to spin around, swinging the bow as hard as she could. The wood exploded against his face with a crack; blood, splinters, and teeth flew into the dirt. He fell back onto the ground, and with a feral scream Aldora jumped on him, hitting him with the sturdy grip of the bow again and again in the face until his growls turned into choking gurgles, and finally he was still.

Aldora collapsed back into the grass, gasping and whining. All of her hurt, but as far as she could tell nothing was broken, and she was alive. The battle in the distance was not as loud as it had once been; she knew that Casa had won, but she was completely shocked. When she finally sat up, she noticed that her normally creamy front was stained dark red with blood, and it was not her own. She glanced over at the body beside her; where the head should be was just a fleshly, bloody lump; her stomach lurched. Staggering to her feet, Aldora began to retreat back to the Fort.


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OOC Artan can have the kill, not sure if Veri would be capable of it with as injured as she is, and Rurik is KTFO. Veri's attention will now be turned to Rurik to make sure he's alive.

Veri's vision flickered around the edges as she struggled to stay on her feet. She would not allow herself to fall before this brute and allow him to harm herself or Rurik. If this male wanted to kill her, he'd have to bludgeon her to death or chop her into pieces with those cleavers of his. The Medic lifted her free hand to cover the wound he'd opened up that bathed her front in red slickness. It burned to the touch but she had to slow the bleeding, had to protect her mate. Each giant step of his brought him closer and Veri braced herself for whatever came next, the hand around her sword clenched in a defensive position.

What she didn't expect was a thunder of hooves, a specifically whistled tune, and then a flash of movement as Artan attacked the Syndicate brute with a savage kick of his hindlegs. Maybe at a less dire moment she'd have winced, she knew what a devastating blow that could be, but the second he was no longer an immediate threat Veri's gaze turned toward the far too still form of Rurik, still slumped against the tree he'd collided with. She allowed exhaustion to overtake her limbs and sagged, only staying upright by stabbing the tip of her sword into the ground.

Each step toward Rurik felt sluggish, but eventually she was within feet of him. Her legs decided they didn't want to support her any more, collapsing beneath her. She crawled the rest of the way to him, only letting go of her weapon when her knees bumped against his thigh.

Cautiously, Veri began patting him down all over, checking for broken bones or other injuries she'd missed from afar. Her breathing was too fast as she assessed, her eyes too wide. While the start had been difficult, perhaps, Casa had begun to turn the tide. And so she felt no fear to be on the brink of panic as she was right now. The only problem with that was she couldn't think straight. The only thing Veri could force herself to focus on was his breathing.

Tears began to blur her vision and she clutched his hand with her own, the other brushing against his muzzle. Veri took a few rapid calming breaths, swallowing the panic as best she could in order to so, so gently work her fingers down his neck, checking for breaks. If he had a broken neck he couldn't be moved. A breathy sigh of relief escaped her when she found none. There were none around his skull either. She clutched his hand once more between both of hers, knowing that if he woke up he'd have a massive headache and not want his head to be touched.

"Rurik? Rurik, love, please wake up. We need to move you away from here. Come on, please wake up for me. I can't lift your fat ass by myself." she didn't mean to throw in the insult but it made herself smile, so she called that a win.
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OOC Guin will exchange blows with NPC 5, witness Julien be killed by NPC 2, then dodge a knife that was thrown at her by NPC 5, but it hits Jace instead and topples her from Artan. Jace's cNPC Honrin then comes from the woodwork to help wreck NPC 5. NPC 5 is dead, killed by Guin. Honrin goes to Jace. Guin distracts NPC 2 from Aniki. PP is approved by Jace. EDIT: Jace's cNPC Honrin sees the trouble Guin is in, picks up Jace's bow and fire's 2 arrows, one hits NPC 2 in the collarbone area to get his attention, the next hits him in the eye after NPC 2 turns to face Honrin NPC 2 is dead, killed by Honrin (Jace). This PP is also approved by Jace, she also asked me to edit it into my post. lol Let me know if anything is inconsistent, this is an extremely long post and I could have missed something!

Clang! Clang! Shing! this was the only sound in Guin's ears as she snarled at the female before her, a speckled blue and black wolfdog. The other's face was wrinkled in a similar expression tinged from pain as the arrow in her arm was jostled from the impact of blade upon blade. Guin pressed down harder with her short sword, forcing the slighter female to bend backward, teeth gritted in the effort to stand her ground. Abruptly Guin's muzzle lunged forward, teeth snapping a hair's breadth from their wrist. The shock of the movement has the Syndicate female snatching her arm backward, disengaging their weapons to jump backward.

"Hey, you're a knight, you're supposed to fight fair!" the blue and black female spat, the sickly pastel green orbs of her eyes flashing with indignation. For a moment, Guin forgot that her opponent couldn't know that she was adopted into the Knight family. The liver furred wolfdog felt the fur down her spine lift and Guin smiled, brandishing the short sword she held in one hand. "I'm a knight, yeah. I fight to protect my family. We fight to protect our family. We never claimed to play nice while doing it." on these words, Guin pulled one of her axes from its loop into her free hand, testing it's weight for show.

The warrior princess brought both the weapons she held close together in front of her as she charged. The Syndicate female lurched to the side, swiping out with her own short sword before Guin could use one of her weapons to block. The blade sliced into her thigh, eliciting a howl of pain from the Callow-Knight woman as she then began to retreat, holding one fist over the wound while backing up rapidly. With the distance between them, Guin had the opportunity to see the rest of the battlefield for a moment.

She took this chance to scan ghost green eyes, checking in on all of her pack mates to make sure none were in need of help. There was one in such need, a woman Guin didn't know well but that called herself Aniki. The she wolf was upon the ground and seemed unconscious, with a large male looming over her. Before she could lurch toward Aniki to assist, a tan scruffily furred blur ran and jumped onto the beasts back wielding a knife in his grip as he tried to stab the brute to distract him from the fallen comrade on the ground.

It worked, if the resulting snarl of insults being hurled toward the brave soul Guin finally recognized as Julien of all people were a sign. The brute's hands grasped madly toward his back, succeeding in grabbing Julien by the scruff and hauling him over one shoulder to wrap an arm around his throat, choking him. Julien fought to release himself, scratching, thrashing, and stabbing the arm that held him desperately. His attempts only seemed to annoy the brute that held him, and with a superior sneer upon his face, the Syndicate male grasped Julien's muzzle and used it to jerk the poor ex-pirate's head around. Guin's ears could hear the snap of bone in Julien's neck as she reached in his direction, too far away to have done anything to help him. Why hadn't he stayed out of the fray?

There was no time to mourn. As Julien's body was tossed aside, Guin's eyes were forced to refocus on the female before her. She realized, in horror, that it'd only taken seconds for her to witness Julien's demise. Pain suffused her, similar to when she'd seen Jonas crushed by the tree. She hadn't known Julien well, but he'd been a quiet, sweet fellow, an intelligent glint in his eye. Just like that, he'd been snuffed out. Guin's eyes hardened, lips peeling back in renewed rage to snarl at the bitch before her that'd thrown in their lot with the Syndicate. This allowed her to see their movement as the blue and black wolfdog reached for a knife.

Guin dodged instinctively, forced to drop her axe from the awkward roll she'd done. There was a yelp behind her and Guin's head snapped around to see Jace slipping sideways off her mount, a knife stuck in her left side, the knife that'd been meant for Guin. A smile of triumph graced the other female's face, despite the fact that she'd missed her intended target, a blow had still been struck in her opinion. Guin lurched to her feet, teeth bared in a grimace, and raised her sword to trade blows with this bitch. Before she could even take a step forward, a white shadow came up on the female and lashed out with a crude wooden club across the back of her leg, followed by a snarl that made Guin's stomach tremble.

The Syndicate female crumpled onto her knee and only had time to look back and see the taller male that loomed over her, a scarred face wrinkled to show teeth, before the club made a backswing and came back down across the top of her spine. The shriek she made was initially shrill, but broke off into choked gasps as she was flung toward Guin. For a moment the liver furred wolfdog expected the female to try and scramble to her feet and get away, but no such movement was made, not even a twitch of their fingers.

Guin smiled to herself as she limped forward the few steps it'd take to be in her field of view. She knelt down and looked into those sickly pastel green eyes that moved around frantically, hoping for an escape. Fear was plain as day within those orbs. "What's your name." with no inflections surrounding the words they sounded dead, even to her own ears. The blue and black female met her gaze, a sparkle of hope deep within them. "Sidney! My name is Sidney!" the answer came quickly, obviously thinking that if an enemy wanted to know the name of a fallen opponent then perhaps they wouldn't be killed. Guin's smile widened and she leaned closer.

"Mine's Guinevere. That's Honrin, he immobilized you. But I'm the one killing you." hope fled those pastel green eyes and Sidney's muzzle opened, to do what Guin didn't know. And she didn't care. Like a snake, Guin's short sword was pressing its tip to the roof of Sydney's mouth. Those eyes widened, the tongue tried to form words, but all Guin could do was peel back her lips a final time. "Casa. Will. Never. Fall." she spat, and drove her weapon forward into the female's brain. It didn't take long for those eyes to die, and she removed the blade to wipe the grey matter on Sidney's fur. Honrin took a few steps in her direction, an arm raised in hesitancy. He wanted to help her, but was obviously torn. "Are you - " "I'm good. Go." he didn't need to be told twice, turning on his heel and sprinting toward the downed Jace.

Guinevere stumbled backward against a tree and slid down it's length, pain blossoming all over. Ghost green orbs flicked back toward the last place she'd seen Aniki and the brute. He was again poised to give her a final blow when Guin whistled to catch his attention. "Hey you! Yeah, you! Boar shit for brains! Did your mother mate with a snail or something?! Pick on someone your own damn size!" yep, that got him ruffled up. He turned and began to stalk in her direction, murder written on his expression. Tristan would have been so proud. She swallowed and lifted her blade, knowing she had not a chance in her current position of surviving his wrath. Oh well. She'd killed two of these bastards after all.

Twang! Thwit! Guin's eyes widened as suddenly an arrow appeared as if from thin air, stuck in the large brute's collarbone. He snarled, pivoting to face the culprit, only for a second arrow to sink into his eye. For a few seconds he seemed confused, raising a hand to claw weakly at the protrusion in his face. Then his body went limp and collapsed forward to the ground. Guin stared at the body, dumfounded, then lifted her gaze to stare at her savior. Honrin still stood in formation, one arm cocked back from when he'd released the string of the bow in his outstretched hand.

He'd just saved her life.
And somehow, he'd managed to look attractive while doing it.
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Teagan receives two cuts, gives two bashes. Arlen shows up, gets NPC1; NPC1 slashes back at as dives away.


Teagan and Arlen are side-by-side and across from NPC1. NPC1 dives towards them, Teagan sidesteps and tries to cut his back on the way by.


NPC1 anticipates their attacks, ducks, rolls, and sweeps Arlen’s feet out from beneath him. Teagan stops attacking to not cut Arlen. NPC1 keeps moving and slashes up Teagan’s exposed sword-arm side.


Teagan turns and catches NPC1 on his calf as he tries to leave immediate scuffle. NPC1 tucks and rolls, regains footing, and catches Arlen’s attack; returns with slash of his own.


NPC1 rolls out of way again, boots Arlen’s ass. Teagan rushes, NPC1 throws knife, she deflects with shield. NPC1 takes advantage of her shield being up to tackle to ground.


Teagan struggle with being stabbed with knife, and Arlen gets to play ‘hero’ and lord it over Teagan forever xD

The shield was only a temporary delay of what was to come. The darkly-furred male continued to push Teagan further back, forcing her to use her shield to block every strike. The daggers were prized for their close combat, a range much shorter than even her sword. As long as he remained within that range, the Cavalier would not be able to effectively swing her deadly blade down upon him.


Teagan bared her fangs at him as she was forced to remain on the defensive. He was testing her, she knew, throwing his shots high and low, left and right, in an effort to either catch her off guard or figure out the range of motion she had with handling the metal barrier. Where he had struck her with his arrow, for instance, it took her a bit longer to raise the shield to guard an overhead strike or one that moved far out to her side.


Twice, one of his daggers had managed to sneak past her guard; once on the upper shoulder, and another near her hip. Crimson oozed from the shallow strikes, staining her tunic and lightly-hued fur hidden beneath. The male was not without his own injury. She’d cut his lip by bashing him with her shield, and his own knife had cut him once in a different bash.


She tried her best to keep her wits about her should she be ambushed from a second front. It was how she’d spotted her brother, Arlen, making a beeline for her with rapier drawn. There was a catch in his steady gait, one that told her that the red-furred Stryder was not without his own injury. Teagan altered her retreating course, allowing the Syndicate male to follow after her versus her running away from him. It made it so the Loner didn’t see the Cavalier youth until his needle-tip sword struck flesh.


A cry was given, and the male disengaged with his combat against Teagan, swinging out at his second Cavalier aggressor as he fled. His retreat allowed her to move side-by-side with her brother. Her shield arm fell to her side, the strain of having kept it up for so long starting to take its toll. She shot a glare at Arlen’s greeting, snorting as she turned her gaze to find their opponent testing the new injury before flicking the blood from his hand. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. “As if,” she scoffed, not wanting to make her brother cocky.


This was real, and the opponents here would not yield once they had won the upper hand. Death would be the only way to achieve victory here. With how this male had aimed right for their father’s heart, it was clear to Teagan that they were here to kill.


Their opponent had rearmed either hand with his blades once more, his amber eyes filled with renewed hatred for the Stryder duo before him. His lips curled, ears flattened, and he darted forward. Teagan sidestepped away from her brother, her sword falling after the Syndicate male that dove between the two siblings. He was expecting them to react defensively though. He ducked the first strike made by Arlen and rolled forward to escape Teagan’s. Coming out of his roll, he planted his hands and swung out with a leg.


He aimed to hook his good behind Arlen’s knee and cause him to fall backward…and right into Teagan’s aim. The Stryder was forced to pull her strike, not wanting to catch her brother in the crossfire. The sudden change in gears, from attacking full force to coming to a grinding halt and pulling her sword back, caused her to be fully exposed on her sword arm side.


Keeping his momentum, the Syndicate male spun out of the way of the two siblings, his knife coming up and slicing Teagan up the length of her side. It tore through the fabric of her tunic and dug into her flesh, causing blood to quickly flood to the surface as it tore her from the back of her hip up to her shoulder blade.


Teagan snarled, both in pain and anger as she felt the stinging sensation on her exposed side. She twisted, her sword, once more, chasing the elusive knife-wielder as he attempted to dance away a second time from her. Fueled by anger and adrenaline, her blade was quicker this time with her brother not thrown in her way. The sword bit the Syndicate’s calf, a lucky catch that might slow down the evasive annoyance.


Her injuries protested with every move she made with her sword-arm, each time she tensed or relaxed the muscles in her side, a spasm of pain and blood shot to the surface of her skin. The male was smart, trying to incapacitate her after what she’d done to his bow.


The male tumbled forward, a seething hiss escaping his lips as he turned the stumble into a tuck and roll. When he rose up into a crouch, he narrowly avoided being hit by a strike made by the younger Stryder. The thin blade tore through his flesh once more, and as he twisted with it to keep it from becoming any more than a surface wound, the male swiped out with one of his knives.


Whether it caught the boy or not, the Syndicate male didn’t care. He needed to get out of range of these two sword-wielders. The next strike they made, he might not be so lucky to avoid serious injury.


The Loner tucked and rolled again, trying his best to remain as elusive of a target as possible. Noticing Arlen was a left-handed fighter, the Syndicate male was sure to move into the red Cavalier’s unarmed side. When he was right-side-up again, he rose swiftly to stand once more, a strong foot shooting out to boot the boy into the dirt and leaflitter.


Teagan charged forward, ready to defend her brother. Sensing the familiar feeling of being charged at by a furious Cavalier, the male turned and pulled his arm back.


She recognized the preparation movement, and her shield arm moved on its own.


In one swift motion, he sent one of his knives flying towards her with deadly accuracy; aimed directly for her chest or neck. Teagan threw up her shield in the nick of time, deflecting the thrown weapon and sending it flying into the fray around them.


Just as she was about to lower the shield, however, she found herself tackled to the ground. It was the Syndicate male. He hit her like a ton of bricks, and Teagan let out a gasp as she met the earth, her sword flying from her grip from the harshness of being the padding for their landing. Her injured back scraping into the sticks and leaflitter earned the Loner a startled cry of pain from the Stryder woman. A loud battle cry resonating from the lithe form atop of her was the only warning she had that a knife was about to be brought down upon her.


She threw her sword arm up to defend herself, catching the blade on the outside of her forearm as her arm slid up the dagger to the male’s hands. She pushed back with all of her might, her own blood spilling onto her face and throat as she tried to hold the hovering knife above her at bay.


Teagan tried to pull her left arm up, realizing with great alarm that it was pinned beneath the shield…which was held down by one of the male’s feet.


Fuck!


Canary eyes glared daggers up at her aggressor, who wore a look that was a mix of satisfaction and rage as he fought to push the knife down onto her white throat.


She struggled beneath him, trying to rock him off of her, to gain some kind of way to escape from the deadly situation she had now found herself in. With each struggle though, the male only forced more power in driving the knife down on her. They fought for power up until the Syndicate member managed to knock her right arm with his knee on accident, jostling her grip and letting him drive the knife down with his weight.


Teagan jerked her head, but the blade still caught the side of her neck, the metal kissing her skin as if promising her of what would soon come. Blood dribbled to the surface from the shallow cut. The tip of the knife bit into the dirt before the male drew back his weapon and plunged it down again, hoping the fast and rapid attack would catch her off guard.


She caught his hand, but, with only her one hand against his two, it was only inevitable before he exhausted her. She’d been cut on the shoulder of her sword-arm once, and the cut up her back ran up her right shoulder blade. Teagan was at a total disadvantage, and the Syndicate male knew it.


Her eyes were wide as she bared her ivory fangs up at him, struggling with everything she had in her to keep the knife from sinking into her throat. Her heart pounded wildly in her ears.


“Die, Cavalier!”




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