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Myrae

The Drowess espied the Skaven’s floating rock and flying nets, deducing their plan to crush their largest adversary. Even so, there was not much she could do about it. Though the Draegoleth’s Claw allowed her to easily defeat one or two polearm-wielding Skaven, the moment she slew one or broke their weapon, another fresh fighter replaced them. The drowess had no fresh reserves of her own to bring forward and she was forced to defend herself rather than chop away the netting falling atop No Picnic. 

Spotting the fortuitous entanglement of some spears, she moved to that side and spared a moment to cut away one of the nets that fell atop the war golem. “No Picnic! This way!” She hissed, encouraging the golem to fall back and disentangle itself from the other net if it could. Better to fight the Skaven inside their fortifications than lose the titanic war machine trying to hold the front.

No Picnic

The black-hued golem continued to slay Skaven with pincer, wing, and hoof until two nets fell upon it. Even then, though its mobility was reduced, it could still smash the rat-like beings with its forehooves as its wings and pincers strained against the nets. 

At Myrae’s urging, it tried to move to the center of the gap and then back inside the ring of boulders. However, the golem’s legs became tangled in the netting that remained and it stumbleed to a halt, leaving a gap on the left side through which Skaven could gain entry to the makeshift fortification, but not drawing back far enough to avoid the approaching boulder.  

Grog and Goblins

At the first sign of trouble, the porter Goblins had fled into the rocks. Discarding Faan’s trunk, they burrowed into the rockfall at the back of the ring of boulders, hiding in tiny spaces and trying not to draw any attention. 

Thinking himself quite the dashing hero for doing so, Grog scuttled out of his hiding spot during a lull in the action to tug at Faan’s skirt. “Alla dem gonna get eeten by rats, boss lady.” Grog motioned back to the rockfall. “Come hide with Grog. Be real quiet you maybe get away.” He advised. 


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Faan

From her hiding place behind the rock wall, the Elfmaid could only make out No Picnic’s rearmost hooves stamping in and out of view as it battled the Skaven horde. She had meant to call an adulation to Miiya when the quick-thinking girl had sealed the holes in their defenses with fire, but the Aeros had gone up and over the rocks before Faan could finish praising her ingenuity. 

Miiya seemed to have been dragged off the wall and things went quickly south after that. No Picnic was partially ensnared and Skaven began flooding past it into their space. Grog was tugging at her, encouraging her to hide and let the others die. The seamstress pulled away from the goblin with a shake of her head. “No, Grog, you hide.” She dismissed him, and called for Robespierre to attack the Skaven coming in the front. 

Faan was seized by a rising dread. Robespierre was more bodyguard than warrior. It would not be able to render much aid to the forward fighters and no one seemed to have even noticed Miiya’s predicament, save Faan. “I must help her!” Faan exclaimed to herself. The seamstress had a number of magickal implements in her bag, but she did not engage in pitched battles like this one and none of her equipment would render much aid against massed enemies. Further, could Miiya even have survived a fall into a horde of the ratlike creatures? 

Even so, I can’t just let her disappear. Faan did not want to see what had happened to Miiya, for she feared the worst. Yet her conversations with the sprightly Aeros had left her with a liking for the girl, and if they were all to die here, the least Faan could do was witness the girl’s final moments. Faan swallowed a lump in her throat as she pulled on the Cloak of Distraction. And Pioloss. I must see what has happened to him--even though Faan was certain his outcome would be no less grim than any other in their party. 

The cloak would give her a few moments to move amongst the horde undetected. Maybe a bit longer if they were not actively looking for her. The left boulder wall near the rockfall had a scree pile which would allow her to climb up, so that was where Faan ran. At the top of the rock wall she paused to take in the scene. Both Miiya and Pioloss were still alive, though both were pressed by opponents that seemed more than their match. Faan’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a scream as she saw Tailtripper’s blade cleave into Pioloss. No! Pioloss!

Standing atop the wall, watching, would not avail anyone of anything (except maybe Faan of not dying upon a Skaven blade immediately). Yet the steep, loose rubble of the slide meant that Faan would not be able to climb back up, should she descend into the melee.  


 


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.” 

William S. Burroughs

Tom-Cat can barely think.  Everything in his world has narrowed down to a single point: the bond and all of the feelings that are surging through it.   

 

Miiya is in trouble.  His mate is in trouble.  Everything inside of him is screaming at him to go to her, find the threat, and remove it.   He wants nothing more than to place himself between her and the threat, wrap around her, keep her safe.  Protect.  

 

He’s shaking, fire sweeping hotly through his veins with rage, worry, panic, and terror.  The rage and worry are his own; the panic and terror, are not.  Just thinking of where the panic and terror comes from, makes a low, furious growl vibrate in Tom-Cat’s chest, the sound shivering up his throat and out into the hot air.  The magma geysers ceased roughly four minutes ago.  There’s just one more minute until it’s cool enough to cross–just one more minute until he can go to her.

Tom-Cat doesn’t know if he can wait.  

 

Miiya is terrified, and every single instinct inside of him is telling him that she needs him now.  

 

There’s a familiar thrum deep in his bones as his animal pushes anxiously against his skin, his joints already throbbing with phantom pain as a dull ache pulses along his jaw, at the tips of his fingers, and pounds between his temples.  A shiver sweeps through him as he fights internally with his animal, his rage hot behind the burn of his yellow-gold eyes.  

 

Every muscle is poised, tense; Tom-Cat clenches his teeth against the scream that wants to tear from his throat with such, gritting them so harshly he’s surprised they don’t crack and break.  His focus on the broken basalt bridge and how fast he can get across it to reach her.  His bondmate.

 

4….

 

3…

 

2..

 

1.

 

GO!

 

Tom-Cat is across the gaps of the basalt bridge in a blur of motion, already reaching out through the bond…

 

…when everything hits him all at once.  The smell of the enemy, the sound of their scurrying, and a bright, supernova blast of Miiya’s terror.  He stops in his tracks as if he’s run into an invisible wall, clutching his temples, his mouth falling open into a silent scream.

 

A silent scream, that’s in fact not so silent.

 

Tom-Cat screams.

 

Tom-Cat explodes, with a noise like the snapping of many bones all at once.

 

Rage deepens his scream.  It echoes against the walls like the beat of a wardrum, reverberating down the tunnel and spilling out into the cavern beyond it.

 

The scream becomes a roar.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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CAT TOM(v.2)

CAT-TOM

Will Protect His Bondmate with Fang & Claw

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“A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.” 

William S. Burroughs

 

An enraged, yowling roar echoed through the cavern, causing the Skaven to collectively give pause.  Though evolved, the Skaven were still rats at heart, and there was something fundamentally feline about the growling roar that had filled the cave, mere moments ago.  When no follow-up roar was forthcoming, the Skaven returned their attention to the matter at hand.  

 

The rats furthest from the source of the roar seemed to recover the quickest, and resumed pressing forward to break into the semi-circle of stones and route the man-thing, elf-bitches, and bird-girl-thing entrenched behind the boulders.  

 

All around the cavern, the noise of battle resumed.  The sound of the Skaven’s battle cries, along with their guttural yells as they shouted orders to one another, soon filled the air.  The sound of scurrying rats and the clash of steel on steel, covered up the low susurrus of terrified squeaks that began to sweep through the Skaven at the outer fringe of the horde.

 

Few Skaven actually clocked the dark shape that rocketed out from the tunnel, but the group of rats who had cautiously approached the mouth of the tunnel, definitely felt it.  As Cat-Tom barrelled into the filthy rats with teeth and claws, more or less eviscerating them, he barely spared them a second thought.  The entirety of his focus was on Miiya and reaching her as fast as possible.

 

Well, the shortest route to his bondmate was a straight line and so that is the path that Cat-Tom took.  Rather, that was the path that Cat-Tom cleared with fang and claw, leaving panic, blood, and trauma in his wake.  The giant, pantherine greatcat didn’t bother with right or wrong in this case; all he cared about was reaching his mate and removing whatever danger stood between him and her.

 

And right then, anything that stood between himself and his bondmate was as good as dead.

 

As Cat-Tom began cutting a swath through the Skaven as he bombed directly towards Miiya, a shift began in the minds of the horde, helped along by the dhampir’s previous influencing aura.  It wasn’t enough for a sea change to begin, but as some of the Skaven dropped their weapons and fled in pure, animalistic terror, it was clear that some kind of shift had begun, nonetheless.

 

The bond guided him as well and true as an arrow shot from the bow of a master archer, leading the huge greatcat to the semi-circle of stones where Myrae, Faan, Rigel, and No-Picnic were making their stand.  He didn’t see Miiya, however; where was she?!  A great deluge of rage and anxiety crashed over him, ripping another yowling scream from his throat as Cat-Tom made known his displeasure at being denied his bondmate.  

 

With one leap, the pantherine cat was atop the boulders, enraged yellow eyes taking in the scene below him.

 

There!

 

Cat-Tom didn’t even think, instinct carrying him into action as he pounced, his sleek, powerful body unfurling, blood-streaked claws out and lips drawn back from bloody fangs in a furious snarl as he crashed down atop of the giant Skaven, Trog Delytt in a bundle of hate and rage.  

 

The Skaven Clawleader was big; Cat-Tom is even bigger.  Standing, the greatcat was at eye-level with Miiya and the almost electric fury that crackled along his fur and in his eyes, made him seem gigantic as he crashed into Trog, bearing the armored Skaven to the ground with a tremendous CRASH!  

 

There was a moment of stunned silence.  Trog’s unit froze in horror as the dust settled and they were able to see what had borne their Clawleader to the ground.  A big cat.  No, a giant big cat.  It was really too bad for Trog that Miiya’s knife attack had not only taken the Skaven’s ear, but had also cut the chin strap of his helmet, because the greatcat’s vicious pounce had knocked the helmet clear off.  Pity that his head hadn’t gone with it, for it might have saved the big Skaven from an even worse death.

 

As the lesser Skaven watched, glued in place due to pure, primal terror, Cat-Tom took Trog’s head between his jaws and slowly began to bite down.  The rat squirmed, squeaked, and screamed, but the greatcat had his prey well and truly at his mercy.  With a low, rumbling growl, Cat-Tom suddenly bit down hard and twisted, ending Trog Delytt’s pitiful existence with a tremendous SNAP-CRUNCH!

 

Cat-Tom dropped the Skaven leader’s body and stepped between Miiya and the rest of the Skaven, rumbling deep in his chest. He turned briefly and pressed his nose into Miiya’s neck, smelling her and reassuring himself that she was alive and well, his rumbling growl transforming into a purr.  He scent-marked her, and then whipped around as one of the Skaven twitched a whisker.

 

The huge greatcat laid into the gathered Skaven, moving like quicksilver as he took out his fury on the rats who had dared to try and harm his mate.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Toch Tailtripper

The Skaven Deathmaster chittered angrily as he felt his tail barb tear deep into the Umans flesh.

That his foe was not already dead was an embarrassment of the highest order, and in front of his apprentice no less! How many times had he repeatedly had to drill it into his protégé that anything less than an immediate kill was a failure? Not that the Deathmaster cared one whit about what his student thought. He was after all only a student, and as such ranked as less than nothing. In all probability it would even be his apprentice who would have to suffer the consequences of Toch's failure when the Deathmaster vented his frustrations later on the unfortunate youth. But all in good time. First he would deal with the Uman. 

Toch melted back into the shadows to allow his prey the time to feel the first crippling wave of pain of the blight as it coursed through his veins. He would wait until his foes fear reached its peak before once more darting out to inflict another wound, again, then again, and again. 

But then something happened that Tailtripper had not expected. As the Uman had dived to safety like the coward he so obviously was so too had he thrown a flurry of knives, too fast for even the Deathmaster to track.

A twitch of one gnarled, mobile ear was the only outward indication of the irritation the Deathmaster felt as his most promising student fell to the floor, mortally wounded with his heart and part of a lung torn apart by the Umans knife. Vilebones had also dropped to the ground and commenced bleeding to death, chittering pitifully in stark contrast to his pupil who at least faced his own death without complaint. But that was less important. Vilebones was had never been anything more than a blowhard. Too full of his own importance to be of any real use and deserving of not one once of respect from the Skaven Assassin. If anything the Horde would be strengthened by that ones demise.

Tochs ear twitched again as his apprentice breathed its last. He cared not for that one's death either, but the hours of now wasted training he had poured into the young Skaven did matter! And the Uman would pay for not having the good sense to die when he was supposed to. Toch would take the lanky, pale creature apart piece by piece. Forcing the man to face the unvarnished fear of his own, imminent death long before he would grant such a mercy…


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Pioloss gritted his teeth against the sudden, searing agony that erupted in his arm and side. He whipped around, catching only the most fleeting of glimpses of a Skaven wielding what looked to be a whirlwind of wickedly curved blades. The Rat sneered at him, their eyes locking for no more than a single heartbeat before it tumbled back into the shadows in an amazing display of athleticism.

Multiple thuds and an awful, chittering moaning from ahead  told him that at least two of his knives had flown true, but Pioloss couldn't spare the seconds it would take to confirm his kills. Whatever the newcomer was, it was already clear that he was dealing with something at least as fast and stealthy as he himself was.

Deciding to go with weapons he was more familiar with, Pioloss retracted his claws a moment before his twin daggers appeared in his hands as if by magic. He spun slowly round in place, every sense strained to its limit and ready to react the moment his elusive foe reappeared. The seconds stretched out torturously into minutes, but nothing happened. 

The ring of Skaven around him hissed and chattered menacingly, but stopped short of actually attacking. Obviously whoever the assassin was, it was important enough that the others wouldn't interfere. At least for now. Still… at this point Pioloss would take whatever advantage he could get!

Suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over him. His vision doubled as every muscle began cramping and spasming painfully. He remained standing by strength of will alone, knowing that to fall now would likely mean his death. Pioloss blinked rapidly and shook his head in an effort to clear it, but if anything this seemed to make things worse. The grim realisation began to set in that without his vision, and being badly injured already, he may already be as good as dead.

A whistling snap of displaced air sounded from behind him. Pioloss reacted, but a second too late and agony flared down his right arm, the cut deeper this time and cutting almost to the bone. The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter, his limp hand suddenly refusing to hold onto it. A momentary blur and he heard a high pitched, chittering laugh from directly in front of him. With his other, slightly less injured arm Pioloss lashed out, the blade flashing up like lightning but hitting nothing but air.

Then the cramps grew worse and his blurred vision began to narrow down to a single, narrow tunnel before winking out completely.


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Toch Tailtripper

Whilst it was busy reeling from its latest injury, Toch took the time to laugh in the Umans face before once more fading away into the shadows. Not because he was amused. But because that was just one more in a long list of techniques at the Deathmasters disposal to further unnerve his target. 

In actual fact, the Skaven felt more disappointed than amused. When the rangy creature had managed to evade his first attack, such had been his speed that for just a second, Toch Tailtripper had actually dared to hope that he had finally found an opponent worthy of his time. But no. From the way the Uman was stumbling around like a giant, crippled stick insect, it was clear that his earlier maneuver had had for more to do with luck than skill.

Shame…


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As battle raged all around Rigel’s focus on the enemies around him unbroken.  Another wave came at him and the first of them was cleaved nearly in two in a single stroke.  A second threw its body into Rigel knocking him to the right and driving his shoulder into the boulders.  Pain shot through him as the bones in his shoulder rapidly compressed nearly causing him to lose grip on his sword.  The boil allowed Rigel to nearly ignore the pain as he wrapped his left arm around the beasts throat pulling tightly.  He dropped quickly to his knee the force of momentum snapping the creature’s neck as he came to an abrupt stop.

Coming back his to his feet with a lunge he drove his sword cleanly through the belly of one standing in front of him and he was knocked to the left by another charge.  Another forceful impact to his shoulder brough not just more pain, but a small slash to Rigel’s face where his own sword struck him as his arm was pinned to his side.  A slash to the throat with his dagger relieved this attacker of its will to live.

By Rigel's estimation he had but one attacker left in this wave and he turned to face his next target.  As he turned his face was pelted with sand and gravel.  At least so it seemed for the first couple of seconds.  As his sweat, saliva and tears mixed with the sand he began to choke and his left eyed burned fiercely, a pain even the boil would not allow him to completely ignore.  With virtually no vision in his left eye and limited vision in his right he turned he turned full on to face...nothing.

Searing pain in his calf told Rigel that it was not nothing, it was something down low.  Looking down the saw one of the claw leaders cheerfully chittering having made a gash in Rigel’s leg.  Rigel spat to clear his mouth of some of the dirt or whatever had been thrown in his face and was now causing his mouth and back of his throat to swell.  The pain in his left eye seared causing more tearing, more tears meant more pain and further reduced vision. 

His severely reduced vision increased the claw-leaders advantage, fortunately for Rigel it’s only weapon appeared to be a curved dagger.  Long experience had taught Rigel that he could overcome a single opponent with a dagger almost every-time, though that did not mean there was not still significant risk.  For some a dagger was a preferred weapon and these presented greater danger.

Rigel was knocked forward by the sudden addition of weight as another skaven leapt on his back.  He fell into the claw-leader who was with remarkable speed able to move out of the way.  As Rigel impacted the hard ground the skaven was dislodged from his back and fell on to the claw-leaders dagger.

The claw leader glared with hatred at Rigel as he not just drew his dagger from the fallen but not seriously wounded soldier but eviscerated him, ending its interference as if none of his troops mattered.  Perhaps this was his way of showing he had no fear or just a show of determination.  Either way displays like this always sickened Rigel.  

The Claw-leaders course actions actually created an additional problem for himself.  One, it had allowed Rigel enough time to spray a water bottle into his face clearing some of the whatever it was burning his mouth and eyes.  Two, The Claw-leader in his hateful display of bravado ignored the slick pool of blood and viscera around it’s feet.

Rigel lunged forward making the claw-leader step back quickly but on planting his forward foot it seemed to slide and Rigel started to fall.  The claw leader pressed his new advantage and lunged to put and end to the Uman’s miserable life. 

Mistake three.  Rigel had not in fact slipped but turned his heel to produce the scraping sound lowering himself as he did so.  When the claw-leader lunged forward, his footing, unsure due to the blood and gore surrounding him cause a slight slip.  Though not enough to foil his attack completely, it did now expose it’s armpit through which Rigel plunged his sword.  The sword cut cleanly through the shoulder and into the claw-leaders jaw.  This would not kill him outright but left him with only moments as his arm hung lifeless and blood flowed freely.  Rigel spat in the claw-leaders face, kicked him to the ground and turned his attention elsewhere. 

One of the first things he noticed were nets being thrown over and around Picnic limiting the golems mobility.  “Take of the siege engines and the battle is but over…”  thought Rigel who quickly moved to free their “siege engine”.


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Pioloss flailed about blindly, the panic and pain of his poisoned body threatening to overwhelm him if he let it. However that wasn't going to help anything, and so taking a deep breath he tried to assess things as calmly as was possible under the circumstances. Blind? Well he'd dealt with that before! Indeed, the Dhampir was only blind if he let himself be!

 

Immediately Pioloss began clicking for all he was worth. As the scene before him bloomed into vivid detail - far more so than from mundane sight - he found he could plainly see the Skaven Assassin lurking in a shadowy niche. He continued to flail around, giving the impression of blindness as he waited for the right moment. The Rat seemed to delight in drawing things out, and Pioloss added several pained growls and moans which weren't entirely faked for good measure whilst he waited. This time when the Deathmaster finally made his move, Pioloss was ready.

 

He stepped to the side in the same swirling dislocation of movement he had displayed earlier, and in the same movement whipped out with a dagger. It took far more effort than it should have, with every muscle still cramping painfully. But his foe had grown complacent, not expecting the deft move from the blinded, poisoned Dhampir. A satisfying hiss of pain and rage reached his ears before the Skaven once more whirled back into hiding. But on the floor between them was a hooked barb, attached to the length of a thin, piebald tail which Pioloss had just sliced cleanly off of his foe.

 

 

 


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Toch Tailtripper 

The Deathmaster actually had to restrain a chuckle at the Umans odd clicking. Had his mind broken so much already? Pitiful. He was barely worth the effort of killing.

 

This time Toch hardly even tried as he darted out to deliver his next attack. As far as the Deathmaster was concerned he might as well have been taking a relaxed afternoon stroll (Though to anyone else he would still appear as a vaguely rat shaped blur of teeth, claws, and blades). So he was wholly unprepared when the Uman swirled to the side like quicksilver and lashed out with his own weapon. Toch hissed with rage and insurmountable shame as he felt his tail barb fall to the floor. Controlling his pain as only a Deathmaster might, he whirled back to safety, but this time his anger and pride would not allow him to remain there for more than a few seconds.

 

Forgetting decorum entirely, Toch leaped out with a screeching hiss to attack the Uman. His twin blades created a spinning wall of death as he jabbed and swung in a frenzy, desperately seeking the Umans blood. But without his tail barb the Skaven felt suddenly at a disadvantage. No matter how fast he moved he couldn't seem to land an attack! The Uman must be nearly consumed by pain from the blight, yet somehow he was managing to move at least as fast as Tailtripper himself! 

 

 


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On a good day Pioloss might actually have stood a chance. Without its tail barb, the Slaven had been reduced to being merely a (vastly) skilled opponent. Pioloss was, after all, no stranger to fighting beings that were orders of magnitude stronger and faster than himself. The trick was to anticipate his enemies moves and strike where they were going to be, instead of where they were. It was this technique which had allowed Pioloss to survive this fight as long as he had. But he was slowing down. The insidious poison that coursed through his veins was taking its toll, and no amount of willpower or trickery was going to change that.

But on the plus side, a question which had been bothering Pioloss for a while now had finally been answered. He did, in fact, still have a heartbeat! He knew that because it was currently thundering in his ears along with each gasping breath he took. The knowledge was strangely comforting. Shame it wouldn't do him any good. His only chance was to somehow finish this before he got any-

Pioloss looked down numbly at the blade embedded deep into his stomach. A strangled gurgling noise escaped his mouth, along with a hefty amount of blood as the Skaven twisted the blade savagely. But Pioloss felt strangely detached from it all, as if this was something that was happening to somebody else and he was nothing more than an observer. He still felt that way as he slid off of the blade to crumble to the ground. As the blood rushed out of him in ever weakening spurts, he still found the sound of his own heartbeat oddly comforting. Even as it grew slower and slower, then finally stopped altogether.


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Miiya

Balled up in a last-ditch bid to protect her vitals, Miiya heard the screeching roaring and snarling from all around, but did not feel the crushing impact of the expected blow. Hands on head, arm guard still in front of her face, she chanced cracking an eye, only to close it again as a spray of blood spattered her. There were noises that made little sense to the girl; squeakings, crunching of bones and rending of flesh. Then thrumming of satisfied purring followed by the familiar brush of soft fur between her elbow and cheek. 

Tom?” Miiya whispered, eyes still winched shut against a killing blow that would never come. The Aeros girl did not need to open her eyes to know; the feel of the blunt fur-covered muzzle, the deep rumbling purr that no Umanoid chest could mimic. This was not Tom, what had come to save her was not Tom, but an aspect of him she did not really understand; a beast that resided within the boy, one which had just felled her huge armored enemy as easily as one bites through a stick of celery.

Miiya again chanced opening an eye only to squeeze it shut again, draw back into herself, muscles clenched in fear, as the greatcat roared and launched itself after the fleeing Skaven. Miiya sensed--though she did not understand--that same prey drive she had seen in Tom’s too-focused gaze days ago.

Days ago, when he’d…

…stalked...

…or kept from stalking, or wanted to pounce, yet did not, upon her, or longed to sink his claws into her flesh, and 

only just

…managed not to bury his fangs in her throat as she’d tripped and fluttered in that field outside Duskhill. She had been trying to fly on her broken wing, with the beast inside watching, unblinking, from the shadows, wanting.

Now the Aeros girl was saved, on the other side of those claws and teeth and animalistic intent, but she did not feel safe. Even though she could not know it, the waves of fear still leaking through the bond continued to drive Cat-Tom into a wild killing frenzy, hyper-focused on slaughtering every last threat to his bond-mate. 


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Faan

The Elfmaid, cloaked beneath her obscuring garment, negotiated the scree slide, barely turning a pebble as she alighted back upon the flat ground below the boulders. Her cloak of distraction was not stressed by the presence of the army of Skaven, for their attention had turned elsewhere--namely, upon the furred menace caroming through their midst, slaying panicked warriors, now reduced, squeaking, to their animalistic origins by the scent and sense of their ancient instinctive enemy. Faan had barely seen what it was that cannoned from the tunnel and sent the Skaven fleeing--some sort of monster, presumably. It was smaller than a SunStealer but of similar shape and ferocity. Fortunately, it seemed only interested in the Skaven--in killing and chasing them--and appeared to have spared Miiya.

In the suddenly-empty field of battle on the right side of the boulder wall, Faan hastened to the fetal curl of the winged girl. “Miiya! Are you injured?” The elfmaid knelt beside the Aeros and unfastened her cloak, negating its power of distraction and allowing others to focus upon her. 

Faan examined Miiya even as she encouraged the girl to her feet. “Can you stand? We should quickly away!” She exhorted her as she tried to help her up. “I think you will be safest back behind the boulders inside the wall. The goblins are hiding there, call for Grog and I’m sure he will find you a space.” Faan was sure of no such thing, but she was willing to bet that the cowardly goblin leader would rather secret Miiya away than have her standing out in the open calling for him. The Elfmaid could see that the Skaven were in panicked retreat for now, but she was unsure if this was just a temporary reprieve. 

Faan wanted to get Miiya to safety quickly because Pioloss had seemed in such desperate straits. Down here near the boulder wall, she had lost sight of the rangy fighter. She hoped the Aeros girl would have the wherewithal to get herself clear of the battlefield so that Faan could don her cloak and find Pioloss. If she could not, then the Elfmaid would try to escort her to safety first, though every moment of delay ground upon her nerves. Faan could not climb the scree pile herself, so she would have to seek out another way to safety if Miiya was not capable of moving on her own or climbing the wall. 


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Miiya

Though she was still shaking like a leaf in a gale, Miiya did uncurl at Faan’s encouragement. “W-where is Tom?” The girl wanted to know. “I mean… where is Cat…-Tom?” she asked as she gained her feet on wobbly knees. 

No sooner had Miiya stood, then she went back down to her knees, doubled over with dry heaves. She had long since metabolized breakfast and Aeros didn’t typically have an excess of fluids sloshing around, due to flight ballasting, so there was nothing for the girl to bring up. Part of her was amazed at this extreme reaction; a sort of very-detached small part of her thinking: huh, so that can happen, while the rest of her mind was still trying to process the abject terror of having been a literal whisker breadth away from dying. It was a moment before Miiya even had the capacity for the hot rush of shame that followed her involuntary reaction. “I-I’m sorry…” She coughed and spat dryly, then finally straightened, holding onto Faan’s shoulder for support. Miiya didn’t really have talons, but her white-fingered grip was tight enough that it must have felt that way to Faan.

The Aeros girl was not just scared; she was terrified. She had only been this close to dying once before, when she had lost her wing to The Watcher on the beach in Kiana. Then, however, she had not been fighting alone and--upon being maimed--she had spent the next three days in a catatonic state, after being carried to safety by Cat-Tom. Miiya was more present now, more out of necessity than anything, and she wanted nothing more than to flee to the rocks and hide, as Faan suggested she should.

Yet,

there was an icing of shame atop the thick layer of fear that blanketed her mind. Sprinkled amidst that was genuine concern for Tom and the others. It was to these flakes of courage--or at least fear that was not for herself--that she clung. “N-no… I want to help!” She insisted, part of her amazed that she could form brave words she surely did not feel.

It would take a second or three, but Miiya would eventually unroot her feet and move in the direction Cat-Tom had gone. Her iron grip had shifted from the Elven seamstress’s shoulder to her arm, but it was no less desperately tight as the pair trod through the wreckage of Skaven corpses left behind by Cat-Tom. 

Miiya still had her knife clutched in a death-grip in her other hand, though the blade seemed pitifully small compared to the discarded weapons of the dead rat-beings. The more steps she took without dying the more courage Miiya dredged up from somewhere. Eventually she gained enough fortitude to stow her folding knife and retrieve a Skaven spear. Holding the polearm made Miiya feel better--feel like she might not have to get so terribly close to the next monster that wanted to end her life.


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Toch Tailtripper 

Toch Tailtripper hissed his victory as he held his arms above his head and spun round slowly in a circle. The Uman had, after all proven to be an opponent worthy of his skill. At least at the end. It made him feel slightly better about the loss of his tail anyway, no shame in losing that to a foe as weirdly fast and capable as that one had been. He would wear the injury with pride, and as a reminder of the lesson he had learned today: Never become complacent. And never underestimate a target, no matter how ridiculous said target might outwardly appear.

 

Pioloss 

 

The moment the Dhampir’s heart stopped beating, the dark nature within him siezed its chance. It had been slowly growing ever since the Uman had first been infected. Sending black tendrils of corruption oozing through the man's body and soul both as it sought to make the lowly mortal more than he had been previously. But until now it's host had been surprisingly, and insufferably resistant. There had been just enough light, just enough life within him to keep the darkness at bay. But when the Umans heart stopped beating all of that changed, and it was barely moments later that Pioloss flowed back to his feet, eyes burning with a feral intensity and a wide smile more akin to a sharks than a person's stretched across his deathly pale face.

 

"Is it my turn now?" He asked in a voice as cold and empty as the void.

 

 


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