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Date Posted: 17:15:32 04/05/04 Mon
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+. Oh, thanks a bunch! xD
In reply to: Noni 's message, "Let it be known that Rachel and Voy are sworn enemies. *types madly*" on 09:55:12 04/04/04 Sun

Deyt's shadow falls with a penultimate silence unto the green-blue canopy below, before the sun is hidden in the clouds of dismay. She gives a low, rumbling howl, rising and then falling in pitch; a mourning call of twilight. Wings clip and she plummets, before flaring and sending the mammoth beast sweeping forth and below the Old Kusani-wielding red.

He had the speed, but she had the skill.

Newirle drops when the hybrid soars below him, hoping to snatch one of her wings and break it, but the pinions flap tantalizingly out of his reach. Instead, he finds himself meeting the talons of the cyborg - she having held her wings tight as possibly and whirled like lightning upside down before flaring them again and keeping her altitude. Claw and paw locked, mechanic cinching down on organic and crushing longclaws dueling expertly with one another. Deyt's bladed and lengthy tail sweeps up and wraps about the red's purplish one, winding and forcing it into an impossibly tight plait that locks them together again. She thunders when one of his longclaws scores a nasty blow along the inside of her lower leg, and he is momentarily taken aback by the close-range blast of tumultuous noise, but swiftly regains his head. Deyt used the nanosecond she had to lunge her jaws forth and attempt to bite down on where the red’s muscular, furled throat met his skull; a strategy that he foresaw and countered by cracking his head down and meeting her parted maw with his own. For a second, both are dazed by the sheer and utter force of the blow, but Deyt recovers faster and jerks heavily downward with her tail, tugging at Newirle and throwing him ever-so slightly off balance. At this moment, Deyt stops the beating of her wings and throws all her weight down, hoping to once again upset the burgundy male. While a very large Korat, the hybrid is exceedingly gaunt and doesn’t have as much weight as one might expect.. even so, they careen downward slightly, Newirle straining to keep himself in flight.. and since Deyt is twined with him, the female as well. During this moment, his forehands go faintly lax, and the larger Korat’s hooked, jagged, broken and battered metal digits slice entirely through his, rendering them useless. Newirle emits a scream of rage that causes Deyt to pin her ragged ears and bellow with him, before he strikes up a violent and swift lashing of his back paws, which Deyt can hardly avoid at this close range. She manages to catch most of the blows with her gaunt and rangy legs, and not her more necessary underbelly. Her tail suddenly begins to whip, violently, and she breaks the braid, her blade digging into his limb and tearing up towards his body as she kicks off his kicking paws and pulls herself away, wings beating again for themselves.

‘You fight well, O fleet one.’

‘And you as well, creature of death.’

Newirle spins around and climbs to a new altitude. Deyt ascends with him, for once matching his speed. He had been hoping to outspeed her and catch her in a dive, but the omnipresent noise of her slowly-thudding heart does not leave from behind him. Way down below, a tree shots flames into the sky, unnoticed by the dueling Korats. Deyt advances slyly upon the red, before her jaws snatch at his tail tip, and manage to catch it. She pulls what she had done before and promptly stops flying, neck muscles tensing and softening the violent jerk that it sustains when the tail snaps straight, and Deyt is thusly suspended. It was a lucky thing that Newirle had kept his tail at all. However, a sudden and brutal clamp-twist of her maw forces the tail tip straight off, wings flaring to keep her closeness to the red. Another screech resounds in the air as Newirle whips and stabs at her face with his bladeless appendage, bruising her in a few places, before she darts like liquid from his reach and once again rises to his level. She surges towards him and he nips gracefully down, jaws heaving up for her gut when she was above him.

Bad move.

Deyt played her cards right.

Four crushing limbs had begun to snap inward as soon as she lunged, and were there to meet him when he rose to bite. A footclaw digs into his mouth and tears the corner of his lips open all the way down his cheek like cutting paper, and a pair of foretalons gore out an eyeball and mutilate the socket. During this, Newirle’s own ‘hands flow up and score heavy blows down her side, before being intercepted by longclaws. Tails spar with each other, Deyt’s having an obvious advantage – proven so by the fresh multitudes of bleeding gashes being torn into his furred appendage.

But the cyborg’s own forehands are not yet finished. Deyt feels a surge of guilt and inner conflict as the left pair find their way back to the socket of Newirle’s eye. His jaws are clamped upon her right, and his talons are lodged into her elbow. A long, breathy sigh emits from the black-white beast’s emaciated, mutilated maw.. and she digs ever so slightly in, growling to him..

‘Leave. I do not want to kill you.’

The fight halts.

‘No. I cannot betray my pack leader. Kill me if you must.. give no more mercy than you already have given.’

And so Deyt’s foretalons dig into his skull, rupturing his brain. He did not go listlessly – nae, he thrashed and fought and clawed at her until a finally stopped twitching. When the red Korat Newirle lay dead in her arms, the cyborg descended with an eerie call, depositing his body in the canopy to be dealt with later. A tan leaps at her when he soars overhead, her pewter claws tangling with the unnatural limbs of the hybrid, and gave the huge and enduring beast a few good gashes before Deyt could climb to the right height and lock tails with the small, wiry, and sonic tan, using muscle to simply tear her off and throw her down to let the forest have what will of her.

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