The Fossa bristled at the look of glee on the bat's face, its fur bristling in a way that didn't seem aggressive, but happy. He shuddered at the expression on its face, and the beast's laugh. Who was it talking to? He couldn't see anyone else! It was crazy!

Mongo roared in fury, squealing loudly as the beast's breath once more blistered the skin of his face. It hurt, so badly, but at this point he was blind to any page, only able to focus on rage.

He took off at a dead sprint, leaping at a tree, attempting to get the height he needed to pull the bat down.

Mongo launched himself off of the tree with a snarl that seemed much too loud for such a small critter. Triumph raced through his veins as his teeth closed around the bat's leg, although the bone didn't give under his teeth, to his disappointment. But still, he managed to pull the monster down to his level, twisting and hoping to let the bat absorb the impact.

Unfortunately, he wasn't successful, and the bat managed to twist and land atop him. The bat proved to have teeth much larger than it should have, agony racing through him as something in his neck popped under the force of the bat's bite, pulling a scream from his throat. He began to thrash and flail, attempting to free himself.


Round: 6/#
Attempt: Thrash free
Defense: Thrashing
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder, severely burnt face, chunk taken out of back of neck.

Thoroughly panicked, the fossa flailed and thrashed, screaming in panic. With a sickening ripping feeling, the bat came loose, and he could hear leather-like wings flapping to seperate them. He whirled to face the bat, teeth snapping shut centimeters from its wings as it took flight.

He was relieved that the bat couldn't use its spell, but didn't show it, instead bristling furiously and sending Magick into the ground, aiming to dislodge the bat from its roost.

Round: 7/#
Attempt: Knock the bat from the tree!
Defense: none
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder, severely burnt face, chunk taken out of back of neck.

The Fossa grinned, fighting the urge to whine as the movement pulled on the blisters forming on his face. Oh, that hurt, that hurt, that hurt! But he forced himself to focus on the fight, eyes never leaving the bat as it tumbled from the tree.

He surged forward, wanting to set his teeth into the bat before it could regain its senses. But he was just a breath too late, and suddenly there was sheer pain on his face. Mongo staggered back as though inebriated, with a bonechilling scream, short legs coming up to paw at his burning face. He shook his head, trying to regain his senses, seeing black nip at his vision.

But then, adrenaline ran through him, pulling him from his fog of pain. His head snapped up, and his sole pupil shrunk, giving him the appearance of a truly feral animal. The hair on his spine rose, and he began to stalk forward, snarling furiously.

Round: 8/#
Attempt: Not pass out
Defense: Nothing
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder, 3rd degree burnt face, chunk taken out of back of neck.

The Fossa bristled in anger as the bat made a satisfied sighing sound, as though he found this amusing. It only served to infuriate the Gembound, making him look more monster than Fossa. The fur on his body was standing on end, making a small creature seem much larger, and his lips were writhing around gleaming teeth. Most of the fur on his face was burned away, the skin visible blistered and burnt.

The bat suddenly fell from its perch, making the Fossa step back. What had happened? He sniffed the air, never stopping his snarling, as he tried to figure out what had happened. And then suddenly the bat was scrambling back, as though fearful. Hah, the monster pretended to be hurt! He lunged forward to snap, only for the bat to speak in a much different voice, high and feminine, undeniably kind.

"But you just hurt me! What do you mean in control! Explain!" he snarled furiously, digging his claws into the soil in an attempt to keep from attacking the bat.