ORIGIN

The words flying out from this gembound's mouth were crass and harsh. This definitely wasn't a child, good; they'll put up a decent fight then. They had spun around, stared towards Vicktor even and all the jaguar could do was smile. All prey could feel their end approaching, that breath crawling up their spine. Staring ahead Vicktor had caught glance of a rabbit, and very clearly so did this small bear...

'ABOUT FUCKING TIME!'

The small awkward bear ran off, slipping and sliding across the mud. It was certainly a sight to see, especially when they had come to a halt in the mud only to watch the rabbit vanish into the bushes. Inhaling deeply, now was as good a time as ever. Fire building up deep within he slowly let it trail up his throat. Hot and hate fueled, it was a ravenous entity. Vicktor had been maneuvering himself directly in front of the peculiar small malformed bear. Until he finally locked eyes with it, snapping open his jaws he expelled fire with ease.

"How about we play a game of tag instead!"


ROUND: 1/8
ATTEMPT: Light it up and have a scare of a time
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: None


"Speech"

"Thought"

Everything was just going GREAT already, watching the rabbit run straight out of view. He laid there for a moment, at least until something rather large began to simply appear. "What the utter fucking!?"

'How about we play a game of tag instead!'

Fire billowed from the large feline's jaws and Raziel only snarled back. This beast would be no match for him, he needed to win for blood and this cat would supply it! If he could expel fire through his breathe then so could Raziel! Inhaling deeply he could feel the heat rise up his throat, with pride he exhaled; only for it to be nothing but hot heated air.

"COME THE FUCK ON YOU FUCK"

If he couldn't summon fire, he would try and deter the enemy!

"I'll give you ONE chance to flee!"

ROUND: 1/8
ATTEMPT: SCREAM AT THEM
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: None


"Speech"

The small bear snarled back, fire practically in its eyes. Vicktor expected for flames to come billowing out such as his own. Only he was greeted with hot air, the feline couldn't help but cackle in his face. Laughing uproariously genuine at the situation. Especially when they had screamed towards him. Going so far as to say they were giving the large feline one chance to flee! This was hilarious!

Inhaling deeply he soothed the uproarious flames, compressing his jaws tightly together he could feel their struggle to build back up. He would teach this foul mouthed critter some manners. Bubbling up his throat he dug his claws into the mud. Opening his jaws in another cackle to release ravenous flames.

ROUND: 2/8
ATTEMPT: Light him up!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: 2nd degree burns across lips


"Speech"

"Thought"

Raziel would never back down! With the jaguar still present the big cat had just signed its final order of death. Though as the feline opened his jaws laughing it infuriated the wolverine even more! How fucking dare he! Did he think this was a fucking game? Well game over pal! Attempting to dig into the mud before Raziel was preparing a charge. Only to be greeted with the ravenous shooting flames from the jaguar's jaws. Fire crackling up and across his features Raziel released a shattering scream. Flailing from his aggressor he attempted to shake the fire. Within seconds of his momentary panic his fur was dissipating to ash. The harsh scent of burning flesh and fat was smoking from his hide.

Skin bare and swollen he sneered at the jaguar through its crackling embers. Flailing his body through the mud he gripped into the soil. Pushing onward he let out a war cry, this battle was his to win! Opening his jaws he prepared to snap down across the Jaguar's snout. Only to slip and lose any traction he had pridefully gained and missing the feline completely!

"FUCK OFF"

ROUND: 2/8
ATTEMPT: Charge and bite the jaguar!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: 3rd degree burns (face, shoulders)

"Speech"

As Vicktor expelled his flames he couldn't help but let the edges of his mouth curl in satisfaction. That sickening smell, its rough bite to the senses was to die for! And that scream! Oh this was going to be a joyous game if this gembound was so vocal in its disdain! He watched smoke billow from the small wolf-bear's hide, fat bubbling up around it's seared shoulders. And now itt was going to charge him, Vicktor merely laughed at it again. He knew anger had both a positive and negative effect in a fight. And it seemed this gembound just couldn't get a grip to use such an emotion properly! And this grip seemed to be quite literal!

They had slipped through the mud, missing Vicktor completely as he merely stood in place. Watching the gemound sneer and spit vile words Vicktor compressed himself into the soil. Coiling his metaphorical spring before attempting to catch the 'run away' wolverine. Launching himself forward he slid through the mud as the wolverine seemed to pick up speed in its flailing runaway mishap. Sliding past his grip and onward through Cetus and a pair of neighboring brushes.

Great...

ROUND: 3/8
ATTEMPT: Pounce on him
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: 2nd degree burns across lips


"Speech"

"Thought"

Raziel was still sliding through the mud, flailing and very much unknowingly propelling himself away from his aggressor. Spatting out insults along the way he managed to crane his neck. Taking in the blatant view of the large cat compressing into the mud. Before a moments notice they had launched towards him! Shit.

Though with luck seemingly on his side the jaguar missed! Leaving Raziel to victoriously scream a few choice words before vanishing through the neighboring bushes ahead.

"HAHA STUPID CAT COME THE FUCK ON YA!?"

Coming to a rather sudden halt on the other side with hitting a nice dry patch Raziel spun around. Without a moments notice he charged through the bushes toward the flame spitting feline. Mouth agape he began snapping his jaws rapidly without care, hoping to grab onto something! Luck being on his side he had managed to grab onto some part of the jaguar. To the wolverine it felt like one of the feline's paws, well a throat would have been ideal but no matter! Realizing this would have to do he clamped his jaws tight around and began to shake his grasp. Blood spilling from the jaguar's wound drove Raziel into a frenzy! Pride of spilling the first blood and hunger driving him led him to only scream through clamped teeth.

ROUND: 3/8
ATTEMPT: Charge and bite!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: 3rd degree burns (face, shoulders)
"Speech"