ORIGIN

The time to strike was now. They had found Amaria's child, Cure, safe and sound in the hands of Arkrael. Arkrael, thankfully, had managed to tear her from the evil stag's grasp and brought her back to good health. The child would return to Amaria and Cancer's care before long, but before even that, Leon had to ensure that no more children would fall before the stag's fury. More importantly, he had to make sure that Hasira was indisposed by the time his own children hatched. He couldn't run the risk of him finding them. He couldn't suffer through what Amaria had - the pain, that agony, that creeping anxiety and the fear that something terrible, something unspeakable, had happened. Leon would make sure it never would.

The plan to attack Hasira, though, was met with less support than it seemed either of them had hoped for. The Gembounds of Origin Cave were still blissfully placated. No such tragedy had befallen them, so he feared they lacked the drive. What ambition could push them to match senseless violence with senseless violence, when it wasn't them who had faced that pain? He gritted his teeth. They should know better than to allow such a villain to rampage through the cave. They should know better, that Hasira was a creature of evil. He would go to great lengths to exact his ideal, even if it meant harming children. In a way, he resented the ones that stood by, passively watching and unwilling to dirty their paws. He took offense to it - how could you sit by and let this happen, how could you risk my children too?

It would all be over soon, though. Arkrael had organized them and sent them in the right direction, though it didn't take much to guess where Hasira would be hiding. He had tainted Orion, and even traveling through the tunnel from Pisces the bear could detect the earthy smell of mulch and fertilizer that had begun to stink the starry city room. His pursed lips had turned into a frown, and he glanced over his shoulder at his companions. Three against one. With Amaria and Cancer, Leon was certain they would be able to destroy the stag. They had to.

They barged into Orion, they didn't care to hide their approach. He was loud, his lips curled in a snarl of war. Those orange eyes alight like fire. He would pay for what he had done - he would come to see the consequences of harming innocent children and the ones Leon loved. The bear charged in amongst the buildings and rose to his hind legs, cracking his jaws open. In a single breath, he erupted in a shattering howl, "HASIRA!" He roared, "COME OUT, YOU COWARD! WE WON'T TOLERATE YOUR TERROR ANY LONGER!" and he stood, waiting.

It was time. Carcino hadn't wanted to be involved in the fight, not at first. He'd wanted only to bring his daughter home to Cetus, where he could defend a single cave from any further harm. That hadn't sat well, though, in his stomach. The moment he'd seen bruised and sleeping Cure, the father had become a beast. With a lingering red glow, he'd followed Leon and Amaria into Orion. The bear was first to charge, but it didn't take long for Carcino to launch into the room, hot on his heels, teeth bared to the gums. Leon roared first, but Carcino's roar filled the air alongside it, a cacophony of savage fury. Leon had words to spit. Carcino's voice rose only in wordless wrath, as if to strengthen the effect.

This wasn't just a fight. This was war.

He stood beside Leon in full armor, his mask still missing but unneeded. He had no reason to hide his face, and had plenty intention to use those horns today. Impatient, he cast out the first spell...

...that subtle glow flashing momentarily as, by memory alone, he scanned the only places the stag could've been without being visible to them yet. The throne, the forums, the tower. A flash of red, then many others. Smaller, less important. It was the tall one, already on the move, that set him off and, releasing the spell with a flash of fangs, he turned towards it.

"There." He didn't wait. He began to circle around, to find high ground and get into a position where he could manage a decent first strike...

"Speech"

@Leon @Amaria @Hasira

Walking...walking...walking...he had covered so much ground in Origin. Yet he walked without a definite location. All he knew was his final destination one day would be Clover. It had nearly been an entire cycle since she had left. No. Since she was stolen by that silver tongued stag! He could hear the lies fall from his mouth even as a child, why couldn't she!? Why didn't he beg for her not to go!? To not follow that grotesque stag!? He was so weak...he still was...

Anxiety was his body, desperation was his soul. He needed Clover, plain and simple. He would never stop roaming till he found her, to his very death he would search. He was too young to live this obsession. Barely two an a half cycles old and he cared little of wonders now when he was alone. Though with such a daunting size nobody would think of him being so young. Tired paws coming to a halt, he finally took in all that was around him. The beauty of the glistening crystals that made up the sky. They rivaled the saber fangs that hung just past his lower jaw now. Farther into the room below he could see unique structures. Some perhaps crumbling with age, others strangely intact. He must have been in Orion now. Clover had spoken of a room with crystal stars and ruins of memories past. She had wanted to bring him here one day and share the beauty. He had hoped she would be the one leading, yet again another place to wander alone...

Taking just a few moments before he began his trek farther into the room below he came to a fear stricken stop. A shattering howl of a voice shot through Orion. He had not heard many voices carrying such anger as that. Only being able to recall the beast Raheerah. Whom ever it was, they were only here for blood. Someone had being causing terror...someone named Hasira?...

It would have been wise for Vicktor to continue his journey elsewhere, perhaps turn around and leave Orion. Especially with what sounded to be a war brewing up within the beautiful room. But regardless of the rage fueled voice that rang throughout. He felt something drawing him in. It paired up with the screaming from the inner most corner of his psyche, to continue on. That what he was looking for, had been here all along.

"Clover Speech"
"Vicktor Speech"

He'd been in Orion though not hidden, just ruling in his "domain". He believed he'd done well so far. He had lost that stupid leopard but now he had another slave. A filthy mutt that spoke with magick. It was a shame that he couldn't capture the other. No matter. With time and with the two Gods at his side he would be able to take over the entire caves as was his due. For now he just sat at the throne with his legs folded under him while he watched the goings on around him. In his mind he thought of grander things like his child and how he should have a training session with his other "children".

It was during these thoughts that he saw something in the distance. The Lord rose to his hooves and peered forward with his cold eyes. So, it seemed as if the carnivores wanted to bring the fight to him. He couldn't help but notice the multitude of them. In his heart he felt a flicker of fear but then he steeled himself.

The words of the stupid bear hit his ears and he narrowed his eyes. He should have sent someone to kill that bear, destroy him and take him from the caves. No matter... He would deal with this somehow. Fear was for the weak and he was not weak.

"You call me a coward and yet you come here with others to attack me? Is that not a more cowardly move? Why don't you fight me one on one rather than with your lackeys, carnivore?" He countered as he strode up gallantly to the bear and leopard. His eyes betrayed no fear only a cool amusement. "The only terror in these caves are you and your kind. Stand down and perhaps I will allow you to live." As slaves but who cared about the details.

Out of the corner of his eye he had seen the leopard break away, taking to the open space around them possibly in search of a better vantage point. It would be better to go at the stag from all angles anyways, where he least expected it; his only concern was those sharp antlers of his, capable of goring regardless of approach. They weren't alone, either. Others had come to join them. Whether it was their intent or not, they would linger here or there, behind or far, watching, waiting. Anticipating a strike. And they needn't wait long, either, for out of the distant and from the city rubble the stag had come to their call.

Each step he made filled Leon with a bubbling disdain. A sickness that stirred inside of him, sighting the self righteous villain as though he had done nothing wrong in his short, haughty life, as if they were the wrong ones - the foolish ones. Few times had Leon been filled with murderous intent and violent desire, but he would feel it now, that hunger to tear the limbs from the stag and sink his killing fangs into his throat. If only to rid the caves of his evil. Was that true? Or did he just want to win? Did he just want to prove the stag wrong, that everything he said was a lie, that Leon was no beast? Redeem himself to Clover, to Carrie? His need for justice was like poison, making his muscles ache and his nerves electric. His eyes slowly narrowed, his brows furrowed, and a calamitean anger was making itself so dastardly known upon his face.

Even his voice caused the bear to curl his lip in disgust. 'Why don't you fight me one on one rather than with your lackeys, carnivore?' Leon chuffed and stepped forward, darkening those vivid orange eyes. "Gladly." He snarled through clenched teeth, and every part of him screamed to lunge right then and there. He'd have wanted to cut the stag off in mid sentence, especially for his gracious offering - but Leon only snorted, and the hot fury that brewed in his chest erupted as coils of smoke from his nostrils. "Never!" The bear uttered in the breath of a great roar and launched at the stag, giving him no other opportunity to soil the moment with idle threats.

In his lunge he cracked open his jaws, summoning all the heat in his gut with the intention of bathing Hasira in flames.

Round 1/5
Attacks: Lunging forward, fire blast at Hasira
Defense: none
Injuries: His healed burnt skin is tight, wounds likely to reopen

This was it. As the stag stepped out and spoke to them, Carcino wasted little time slipping around to face him, jaws gaping in a silent snarl and fur beginning to stand on end. This was the bastard that had stolen his little girl. This was the bastard deer that had caused so much trouble for so many young gembound.

This was the bastard that would suffer today, at his claws, at Leon's flame.

Leon charged ahead with the first attack and as he did, Carcino worked with him, summoning his magic, that red glow, and aiming to grab hold of Hasira...

...and a thin line of red light would shoot towards the stag across the stone ground, marking a successful cast and fair control. The stag's blood would tighten suddenly around his legs- in an attempt to hold him in place, to force him to endure Leon's attack as it came at him, in almost the same moment. Red glow overtaking his eyes and horns, Carcino was grinning- the back of his throat ebbing with that same glow.

Only problem was, as Carcino felt the familiar tug of landing his mark, there was a sharp tingle down his spine that he ignored... likely at a dire cost.

"Speech"

Vicktor had slowly made his way farther inland, listening intently for another echoing scream like before. Except he wasn't met with any. It seemed an ill choice to head towards the sound of indefinite war; but something was screeching at him, demanding he find the source. In the end it would all be worth it, he knew this in his heart. Walking through a few of the strange and archaic ruins the young jaguar came to a stop. Listening intently at what words he could scarcely hear being carried on the wind.

It wasn't until a familiar loud voice screamed in retort, their location rang clear as a bell. That had been the voice from before, he was so close now! Just beyond his reach! Quickly he ran, leaping over what small ruins he could, scrambling over others. Until he came into a small clearing, one fit for an approaching battle; which much to Vicktor's surprise had already began. Fire spewing from the large bear's mouth, and a faintly familiar leopard. It took only a few moments to recall their presence at the battle with Raheerah. But who were they attacking? Eyes darting over to an all to familiar figure he could only stop and watch. His stomach twisting into a knot, he knew that answers would be here. But not this, here was Vazi; but where was Clover? His Clover! Where was she!? What had he done with her!?

The young jaguar snarled, fur bristling on edge as he could recall every word that stag had ever spoken in his presence. Every lie laced word, dripping with the vile poison he used to manipulate his deer, his love; Clover. Opening his maw a roar ripped from his throat, expelling all air he held within. Screaming at him, the red stag; demanding his attention in a voice that was not familiar to him; even to Vicktor. He only knew this monstrosity as Vazi, not as Hasira, he would speak to him as suck. There would be no way to escape your reputation, even if you fled to another name.

"V̫̩̟ͩ̅̍A̠̤̤͍̭͍̞̰̗͂́̇̋̚Z̩͕̮̪͔̉ͬ̀̈́I̗̩̱̖̣͎̹̠ͪ̿͆ͧ̋̈̇"

Blood boiling and the young jaguar's bones vibrating with the electricity that stirred through them he would not hold anything back. If these two gembounds were attacking this vile stag, then he would to. Yellow flashed through his fur, rippling up his pelt until it sped off from his form. He would get her back, he would bring back Clover.

ROUND: 1/3
ATTEMPT: Zap him from pure anger! Help the others bring him down!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: None

"Clover Speech"
"Vicktor Speech"

The stag glared at the bear and his dark companion. The bear answered that he would gladly fight him alone but it appeared his actions were contradictory. He launched a ball of fire straight at Hasira and a moment of panic washed over him staining his gem green. He remembered the last time he had gotten into a fight with Leon and fire had washed over him the same way, it was terrifying and he let out a hoarse scream of fear. Fire was bad. Fire was evil unless controlled. When wielded by a carnivore it was a terrible thing.

On reflex he tried to run but he found his legs secured in place by a strange red light... the same red light cast by the leopard. In a second he would be hit by the fire and he reacted, or rather his magick did. He attempted to freeze the air but was too slow. He felt a bolt hit him in the back first, zapping his body and making him numb then the fire hit but he was able to stumble backwards when he somehow managed to overpower the hold on his legs. He screeched in agony of the flames as they burned his fur and scorched his body. It was terrible and even the chill in the air wasn't enough to soothe him.

Damned carnivores! "COWARDS! COWARDS THE LOT OF YOU! YOU ARE TOO AFRAID TO FIGHT ALONE SO YOU COME IN GROUPS LIKE SCUM!" He bellowed out before collapsing onto his knees.

Hasira vs Carnivores
I of V

Attacks: None
Defenses: Ice wall.
Injuries: Burned and scorched over his entire body. Numbed and tingling from electricity.

All at once, the carnivores had launched themselves at Hasira. Leon's vivid orange flame ripped from his jaw and bathed the stag; at the same time, there was a snap of red magic that held him in place, faltering, but effective. He couldn't even feel the air try and change for all the heat conjured around his face, seamlessly bleeding from his lips and consuming the deer. His throat ached, burning from the fire, and he snapped his jaws shut as he ran his breath dry. His lungs had squeezed all the air from them and left him rasping for another inhalation, but Hasira wasn't left without the persistent onslaught of others. A flash of lightning zapping at his back, Cancer's magic, and then suddenly he saw Fisher rise up from where Cancer hid and electricity coursed through the air, pushing against the stag.

Leon stepped back and cleared his throat, generating a mouthful of sticky saliva and intending to launch it in the general direction of the stag. If it worked, then the next time he set them ablaze, they would explode - and he couldn't wait to see what kind of destruction that would bring.

Round 2/5
Attacks: Spitting sticky pyrogel near Hasira
Defense: None
Injuries: Raw throat/mouth