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Date Posted: 21:13:09 03/20/04 Sat
Author: Zrego and Jysulehn
Subject: Ooooh.. pretty colors... er... wait... AAAAAH!
In reply to: Eciwis and Ejiro 's message, "Ignorance Destroys Bliss" on 20:25:48 03/20/04 Sat

A pair of midnight eyes are drained of russet strength as the massive globe of energy comes searing towards him, the waters of his soul draining desolately through his body, back into the earth from whence they came as the sudden recognition of supreme power is presented against anger's false courage. He hears a roar resound within his skull as his aunt's massive body careens into him, flinging him out of the way as the massive globe of heat and soul goes careening by. Zrego's limber body is sent flying a few feet, the blow to his shoulder waking him from the trance that energy and hate had held upon, and he gets his feet beneath him before landing. A sharp nod given to the red before the striped is suddenly overwhelmed by an incredible feeling of death... Blue eyes settle upon the scorched earth left in the wake of the energy blast, and before the striped even has time to think about what he is doing... he is running in the direction from whence the death had come, a snarl of the purest fury echoing from his maw.

Jysulehn gives a sharp look after her nephew, unsure of her feelings about the adolescent's brash actions in this battle. It worried her, that he... and a snarl was given to this... that he acted as she too often did. Well, he'd take care of himself, any striped who'd survived alone as long as he had...

Jysulehn suddenly gave a low groan as a tailblade dug into the muscle of her back, and pain seared sharply from tail tip to shoulders. Instinct kicked in an instant later, thoughts forgotten, and the red's powerful thick tail arched straight upward, a satisfying crunch greeting her ears as bones within the offender's tail were splintered. The Korat behind the red screamed, and the warrior didn't have to think before recognizing the soprano noise as that of a tan. Pain-driven jaws snapped around to kill, but stopped short as the tan's blade left the wound, and the beast himself dissapeared from view. Large golden eyes blinked... and in that instant, Jysulehn's mind returned... but did not disrupt focus. Instead, the red calmed herself enough to focus in on the scent... of her own blood upon the beast's tail-blade. With a soft grunt, Jysulehn flung her tail to the left... then roared as she kicked out with her long-claw to the right. The tan, tricked into believing Jysulehn had misjudged his position, did not have an appendage in preparation to parry the attack. He was relieved of stomach and intestines by the force of his own leap, and the red femme kicked the impaled and twitching tan off of her paw. Her thick tail crashed down upon the beast's skull a second later, relieving him of his pain.

A second later, and three more tans had flung themselves upon her. Jysulehn screamed in her fury but desperately held that sanity within her grasp, that slim grasp on thought the only reminder that wit would be needed to allow pure brawn to survive pure agility. The red kept this in mind, and rather than allowing herself to snap at any appendage that came near, instead focused her attack on one tan, using only her tail to keep shoving the majority of the other two tan's attacks off... until her fore-paw found the claws of the tan's and locked down hard. Dragging the thrashing beast in close, and slamming it into the ground again... and again... and again... and the lithe long-claws and tail-blades of the beasts behind her making fair mincemeat of the tail which painfully held them at bay...

The striped found himself running past enemy after enemy, dodging the attacks they threw at him, and gaining a few minor flesh wounds from a few tans who's blades were quicker than he could parry. He felt heat at his back, recognized it as the energy of Atumi, and ran faster... nearing the treeline.... and flinging himself up into the remaining arboreal depths... He was drawing nearer and nearer to the source of all this death which drove him mad..

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