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Fourth Strike, group two.We will be dealing with Kaj Mathias and Hasse Kettil. Maggie will be killing Hasse Kettil. And if any of this isn’t alright, let me know.

This was a situation Maggie had never been in before; having prescious knowledge that she had no idea what to do with, so she let her gut instincts kick in. Maggie had gotten a glimpse of the attackers as she did her last round of checking the traps earlier; but luckily she hadn’t been seen so she slinked back to the heart of the territory, quietly sounding the alarm. She ran back into the heart of the territory, howling for anyone to come join her. Denver and Siv had arrived in due time, and the three sprinted to the border to defend their homeland.

It had been awkward since Denver and Maggie had last spoken, but she exchanged pleasant glances with the peculiar wolfdog as they made their way north. After some time the Confidant hushed the group and listened to the sounds echoing in the forest. The scout pointed to her right and motioned for the others. She took off the dagger that hung from her throat on string and kept it tightly wrapped around her right hand. She was almost within striking distance when the world shattered around her; she stepped on a twig that snapped just a little bit too loudly.

”Who’s there?” The darker stranger called out gruffly. The other, younger, creature grabbed his sword menacingly, and ran right to where the scouting party was standing. With her heart kicking into overdrive Maggie whispered “Run!” to her comrades, hoping to find a vantage point behind that at which to fight with them and regain an advantage.


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Siv is in Secui and will be focusing on keeping Kaj's horse busy. I have him on his mare, the black horse--since he's supposed to escape I figured that would make it easier.


The silent alarm had forced her to go with little. Hildr had been packed and prepared, but secrecy forced her to leave the horse behind and loose. Now that she had established control over the headstrong mare she trusted her to roam loose. Nearby was all she asked—if they needed aid she would want to ride fast and hard. The strangers had come with horses, she had been told, and this meant the need for her own was great.

In her massive Secui form, Siv had difficulty remaining quiet herself. It was only by chance they were spotted, and by this time her blood was pumping hot. She ducked into the brush long before the young boy rushed into their grouping and circled wide. The older man was still on his horse. That made things difficult, but not impossible. If she was able to spook his horse he would be forced to get down to their level. Head low and fur bristling Siv rushed for his mount, hurling herself towards the haunch of the nervous mare.

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here i am!



Denver wasn't ready for this. He had only just recovered from near heartbreak after a near-battle. He couldn't do another one. And Maggie, what if she got hurt again? He bit his lip as he followed her, blue eyes glancing now and then to the dark woman called Siv. She reminded him of Eris, only much, much larger; especially in this form. Siv also made him much more nervous, but he tried not to let it show. Right then he was more concerned for his own life, anyways. All was silent, until it wasn't. When he heard the crack beneath Maggie's feet, he froze, holding his breath for a split second to listen. But it was too late; they'd heard.


One of them rushed forward, and so did Denver, growling as the glint of steel came into view. Maggie was ahead of him, and she yelled at him to run, but he wasn't about to do that. She wants me to run, he thought absurdly, after it nearly got her killed last time. He wouldn't run now, and he wouldn't let them get Maggie again. Reaching down for his freshly sharpened dagger, he wielded it ferociously as he rushed towards the rust-colored, foreign youth. He had no idea who these strangers were, but he didn't think they were Ichikan. They wore cloaks and had all sorts of weapons that he didn't. Even so, the boy was young, the older, gray wolf was still ahorse, and three outnumbered two. He hoped that would be enough.


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Don’t know how many rounds you wanna do guys, so I guess….. We’ll play it by ear I guess? Also, I don’t know how to PP NPCs, so tell me if you want this changed bobbi >_>

Maggie wasn’t even thinking at this point; her time in the Thistle Kingdom had taught her to fight without her mind, relying on only gut instincts. Siv made her way over to the larger, mounted horseman, which Maggie took as a cue to follow Denver and attack the easier prey. The two Confidants mirrored each other in both attack style and weaponry so she rushed to the other side of the male that Denver didn’t have.

She snarled menacingly at him and brandished her dagger in front of him. That didn’t stop the stranger though; he took his weapon and thrust it in Maggie’s general direction. Luckily, her quick body got out of the way just in time. The girl snarled again, and quickly retaliated with a strike of her own which was avoided by the energetic youth. This dance kept occuring, Maggie going on way and the man moving another way until his dagger finally collided with the side of her ribs. Gasping, she stepped back a few paces, letting the pain sink in.

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;-; I suck so bad, sorry guys. Could go two more rounds to keep this quick?


There were others around, but her goal was singular and focused. Bristling and dark the Secui form avoided a blow from the horse’s hoof, only to be caught high on the back by the sword. She wheeled and snapped for his hand, but was too slow and missed. Her claws reached for the flank of the animal and again, fell short as the horse shied away. Siv snarled and hit the ground, launching herself forward again.

The horse turned sharply and she saw the flash of steel come towards her again. Siv bolted to the side and made a wide circle. She would go after the horse, take it down and kill the rider. Snarling and snapping, she rushed for the legs of the animal and managed to close her teeth around a bony leg before both the sword and hooves came down, reigning twin blows that forced her again to retreat and circle wide.

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dis okay? ><



Denver watched the fight, the noises ringing loudly in his ears; he dared not interfere, lest he cause her to slip up, or the idiot boy to gain an advantage, somehow. Instead, he growled and paced around, following close behind, watching for the first sign of blood. In the background, the drumming of hoofbeats sent his pulse rising.


And then, there was blood. That color was all he saw as he rushed forward, a snarl ripping from his throat in blind rage. Denver felt his fist collide with the man's face once, and then again, knocking the man to the ground with the force. There, one fist continued to pummel at his face. In the other hand, his dagger sought the more tender parts of the wolf's stomach.


The sudden scream of the horse behind him sent a shiver down his spine, and caused him a moment's pause. It was enough for the enemy to retaliate with a well-placed kick and a swipe of his claws, enough for Denver to flinch as he rolled aside. Cursing, he grasped at his groin, trying to blink out the pain as his gaze sought Magnolia in a godless prayer for her safety.


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[html]Sorry for the wait, gah

It was all happening so quickly. Siv managed to knock the horse down, and with it, its master; Maggie was proud of her family member for the battle victory, but she knew it wasn't over yet. Her side ached in pain, but she wouldn't let it cloud her mind, this was a matter of life and death now. Maggie's wound sent Denver into a fury, and he attacked their prey with a viciousness she had never seen before. Maggie gasped as she watched, almost forgetting to jump back into the fray.

The poodle-wolf was knocked down, and Maggie ran straight for the distracted other wolf. She stabbed him with all the might she had in the world, and was lucky enough to collide with his shoulder. The foreign cur snarled in pain and went straight for Maggie again, but this time she was ready. Their metallic blades collided again and again, each one too quick to let the other one make contact. Maggie hissed in anger and pain, trying her best to not let the white hot pain be the reason she is killed.

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