His fury was growing. The cat lashed his tail and bared his teeth, long hooked claws scraping the ground with each staggering step. The red and black crackle around his pelt grew more erratic, louder, like sizzling embers. He paced and the shards of quartz had ceased, but now his distorted vision had locked onto a more familiar shape. Canine. Dog.

K͓̱͍͓̘͕̊͞ ̮̟͙̩̪̥̌̑̽͐ͣ͆̈͟E͍̗̞̼̓ͣ̿͌̕ ̩͓̗̙̣̘͔̪̔́ͩ̒̐̎̇R̛͚͚̽͊ͪ͢ ̨͈̪̦̟̙̝͛ͣ̏̈́̏̎̚͘B̮͑̎̀͐͌̉ͪͭ̉͡ ̧̽ͭ҉̗̣E̫̮͇̘ͭ͊́̈́̿͝ͅ ̨̟̞̣̤̩̍ͭ̀R̬̠͉͖͙̬̃̓ͫ̑̋̿͘ ̸̱̹̰̟̾̓̽͊ͤͯ̀ͣ̋O̙̪͉̎̒̂̐ͭͧ͆ ͔̘̖̹̳̥̪͎ͧͫ͞S̫͑ͬͮͪͨ̉̉

There came a sudden silence, as if the air had been sucked out of the room entirely. The air felt heavy, then hot, then burning. Carcino let out a sound of horrific distortion, a blood-choked scream that sounded muted as suddenly, the stifled room popped and the world around them became momentarily ignited with a blinding white light. Another POP, like ear drums bursting, then the white heat would suspend it's havock, and suddenly, the red glow that ignited the world around them would cease to exist.

The bone hit its mark perfectly. For a moment, the cat stood, stiff, still, the magic around his body still crackling, sizzling, his fur curled, the stone around him shattered and baked black. The smell of blood was overshadowed with the metallic stink of radiation. For a moment, the fury-blind cat stood stock still, and then, with a shiver, he collapsed. He lay still, his energy spent, the red and black corruption gone, leaving only surface cracks along yellowy horns, lines of bare skin where his blood had ran too hot for the fur to stay in place, like veins across his body. Those would fade with time, the fur would grow back... but his face was the worst part.

Gore. Simple, mangled, unadulterated gore. The entire left side had been blown off entirely, and now it bled only a little, burned into an angry red scar that twisted his features and ran as far as his jawline. On top of all of that, he stank of sulfur and rot. It would take a lot of mending to fix this mess.

@Azazel @Bones

Cancer is KO'd. He probably won't wake up again in this thread. Please keep tagging me though, so I can follow the progress. Feel free to PP moving him around or whatever- he's just a ragdoll right now.

Just before he managed to deal a knockout blow the enraged cat, his world exploded into white-hot flame. A deafening POP! resounded before the world fell in silence. He narrowly missed the blast, wing and tail feathers singed and burnt from the hot gasses. He screwed his eyes shut against the blast, and when it subsided, the Ave went for the blow. Cancer stood for a moment, and then collapsed amongst the charred black stone.

Azazel gulped in sulfur-scented air and he coughed up a bit of blood. "Bones... I'll explain... I have to get him... to the water," he rasped. The lammergeier drifted up and perched on Cancer's shoulders for a moment before flapping his wings and setting his claws into his scruff. With the help of a little bit of magic, he lifted the heavy feline and managed to get him to the water before he tired and plopped the cat a bit messily into a puddle that had formed.

The Bone King shed his mask on the floor and shrugged off the wing guards, nosing the feline's crown into the water, making sure the left side lay in it.

@Bones @Cancer