Mongo was itchy.

Not physically, as in he needed a good scratch. But inside of him. While he liked Polaris, and had lived there since his Hatching, something was calling to him. Polaris was too occupied, there were too many potential Gembound. That wasn't a bad thing, of course not, but he desperately needed somewhere of his own. At least, somewhere less populated.

So he'd followed the scent of plants. All of the cave system he'd seen so far was covered in plant life. But this earth smelled much stronger, drawing him. He had followed it through several tunnels, all the way from Polaris. And now he found himself entering another room. This one practically sang with plants, moss bouncing under his paws. But the best part, at least to the Fossa, were the trees. They reached far overhead, and his claws itched to climb, and climb, and climb.

So he did. Taking a flying leap, he climbed the tree as though he were going for a casual stroll, finding it came to him naturally. Small claws easily sought out the slightest cracks in the bark, allowing him to climb up, and up, and up.

And then he found the hole.

At first, he'd simply thought it was little more than a knot in the trunk. But, as he began to pass it, he became aware of a small opening. At first, he'd simply sniffed, before putting his head inside. It proved to lead to a large hole in the trunk, big enough for five or six of him. He made an excited chattering sound, and slipped inside. His, this was his!

He took some time to mark the inside of the tree, claiming it as his. This was his, and so was this, and this! But, he quickly came to realize that the flooring of the 'den' wasn't terribly soft, being nothing more than wood. So, remembering the moss on the ground, he jetted out from the hole, climbing down the tree with the ease of a squirrel.

Jumping the last few tail lengths, he began to gather moss in his mouth, picking the softest of it to take home.

Mongo was distracted.

He'd found a rather nice patch of moss, nice and soft, giving pleasantly under his paws.

So he had little warning other than a soft cracking sound, before the bat was upon him. His head snapped up, and he squeaked, attempting to leap back. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quite fast enough, and the bat slammed into him, teeth sinking into his right shoulder. He squealed, tumbling across the ground, losing his grip on the moss.

"What's your problem!?" he snarled, lashing out and attempting to sink his teeth into the bat's torso.

Round: 1/#
Attempt: Biting Crack's side
Defense: none
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder

"Ah!"

Mongo cried out in pain, tensing his jaw and biting in deeper, before releasing the bat's torso. He recoiled with a whine of pain, baring his fangs, and had little change to protect himself as the bat suddenly blew inhumanely hot air into his face.

The Fossa squealed, feeling his skin blister under the heat of the attack. He thrashed, and lunged forward, aiming to sink his fangs into the bat's throat.

Round: 2/#
Attempt: Biting Crack's throat
Defense: none
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder, burnt face

Mongo snarled, thrashing and reaching up to rub at his face with his paws. That hurt so badly! But it only served to enrage him further, hair raising along his scruff and spine. How dare the bat hurt him?!

The Fussa growled furiously as the bat took off, avoiding his snapping fangs. So it thought it could run, did it? The Gemling kicked off the ground, stretching up and attempting to snap his fangs shut on the bat.

Round: 3/#
Attempt: Biting Crack's foot
Defense: none
Injuries: Bite taken out of shoulder, burnt face

Mongo snarled like a beast possessed, fangs snapping short only centimeters beneath the bat's feet. His Gem was glistening madly, and his single eye was hazed with rage. He made a sound that wasn't quite natural as he surged upwards, desperately trying to sink his fangs into him.

However, at the bat's words, he couldn't help but to shiver, a chill running down his spine. He didn't know what the bat meant, or who it was talking to, but he knew he didn't like it one bit. "Get down here!" he boomed, only to scream in agony as hot air blistered his face once more.

He shook his head and, blinded with rage in pain, he surged upwards again, attempting to pull it down.