If this stupid carnivore thought that looking cute and acting dumb would save them, they were dead wrong. Nothing they could've said saved them from that monster, Vicktor, when he grabbed his sister and dragged her down with his flames in the dark and made her scream, and she still had the awful scars to prove it. Deadnettle wasn't about to take the chance with this fox, and he wouldn't wait for the mask to drop and for the carnivore to try to kill them. It was inevitable. That's what carnivores did.

So he and Fever would attack first.

ROUND: 1/3
ATTEMPT: Shock him.
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES:
Bad hips - previous
Bad eyes - previous

Nettle sent his shock to set the tone, the very air crackling with his electricity, and Fever took pleasure from it. She knew what that felt like, and she knew how painful it was from first hand experience. When Nettle used his magic, he wasn't playing around, he was perfectly serious, and meant to inflict as much pain as possible.

Her memory flickered to the fight they had in the arena, and her smile faltered for a second. But then she remembered they had someone to torture, and with a sick sort of glee, she turned her heat onto the monster's feet.

Make him dance with sparks and fire, make him twitch his feet away! He had nowhere to go, boxed in as he was with their three-pronged enclosure.

ROUND: 1/3
ATTEMPT: Burn!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES:
None

"Speech" @Kingsfoil @Deadnettle

Okay, okay. Now Todd really wasn't comfortable. But as the fawn laughed, he mimicked it, trying to seem as convincing as possible. Then he looked down at his little black paws and back up at the deer. Todd listened to his smug tone and thought about his laughter. And then Todd puffed out his chest, seeming just as smug for an instant. "Oh. I know what those mean!" he declared, and he eyed the deer with cheerful brown eyes. "Sounds to me like you're a carnivore! 'Cause I ain't evil or lying or tricky but you seem mean to me."

Todd paused, listening patiently to the rules of this 'game'. It didn't sound like anything he'd played before. It sounded... odd. "How do I win?" he asked, after the 'rules' had been explained. "And... Why would I squeal? That sounds... easy."

As the deer explained his head start, Todd nearly stayed to ask more questions. The fox suddenly felt heat falling on his fur, jarring and prickling in his muscles. He yelped and once more jumped back, away from them. Unpleasant heat, and... pain. Magic. Spells. Pain. Suddenly something in his mind clicked. The unspoken rules... Todd focused on his gem for a moment, a single split second.

One...

Then for the first time in his life he turned and blindly fled, his legs blurring as the little fox didn't even turn to see if his magic had worked. He simply ran, not daring to look back, his heart pounding and gem occasionally slipping on cold stone.

Two.

But he didn't dare slow down.

ROUND: 1/3
ATTEMPT: Dispel- push Kingsfoil back!
DEFENSE: RUN LIKE HELL
INJURIES:
Singed fur

	Him? Evil? The young stag just laughed. Just like a filthy mutt like him to say. Herbivores couldn't be evil, they were around to stop the evil that were the carnivores or at the very least some of them were. The strong ones. The weak were a drain but still better than the monsters made with pointed fangs. The prince gave a cruel laugh as the twins set in on the task, he was about to join but he felt a sudden blast that threw him head over hoof across the ground. He rolled about three feet before coming to a stop on his belly. Shakily he rose to his feet, stumbling around as the world seemed to be spinning but otherwise he was perfectly fine. After the world stopped spinning he gave his head a shake and cried out, "GET HIM!" And he was off like a shot, trying to chase down the fox and trample him. Kingsfoil & Feverfew & Deadnettle vs Todd Let's Play Squeal! I of III Attempts: Run him down and run over him! Defense: --- Injuries: His pride :< "Talking" Thinking... Words: 158 Tagged: @Todd @Deadnettle OOC: --- Muse: 5/10

The fox pushed King down with a powerful blast out of nowhere and the fawn just tumbled head over heels, his little crown clinking on the stone floor. He watched his sister go after the fox immediately, dashing as quickly as she could, but Nettle knew he couldn't give chase like Fever could. His hips were already hurting him, and he just walked towards King on the ground, looking down at him, and nudged him with the end of his nose, silently urging him to get up. The fawn told them to get the fox, and internally Nettle sighed. Kingsfoil was so impatient.

The fox would die. Both Nettle and Fever would see to that.

So as the fawn got up and started to run after the fox, Nettle stood where he had laid, his hooves charging up with crackling energy. There was no outrunning lightning.

He took his time, seeing that red fur dash farther and farther away, the lines and distinction getting blurry - but against the stone and the cold light of the stars, even if he was blurry, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He let his hooves, then his legs, then his entire body crackle and snap and pop with unrelenting energy, the will and conviction to kill, and with a as he let it loose, thunder and lightning crashed through the room towards the fox, past the fawn, right past his sister, and straight to his target.

ROUND: 2/3
ATTEMPT: Shock him more.
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES:
Bad hips - previous
Bad eyes - previous

She had dashed right after the fox immediately, as soon as he pushed over King, and Fever gave chase with exhilaration and mirth. She would set the fox on fire, watch him scream and try to put out the flames, while Nettle would shock him over and over again and he would twitch and convulse and spasm and froth at the mouth while he burned, unable to move to kill the flames. She just had to catch him, first!

She was right on his heels, her breath hot in her throat, the waves of heat coming from between her teeth as she grinned. "Where're ya going, huh? There's nowhere for you to hide!" As she ran after him, her heavy body giving her momentum ready to throttle the fox as soon as he stopped or was trapped in a corner, her body like a train ready to destroy, she sent her heat to his feet, to make him jump and yelp and keep his mind off of where he was going. If his attention was behind him, she and King could easily trap him together, and she could hear his hooves behind her.

Then came the thunder and the lightning, and she turned in time to see Nettle unleash his storm right past her.

ROUND: 2/3
ATTEMPT: Burn him!!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: None

"Speech" @Kingsfoil @Deadnettle

Todd's heart was pounding, his legs blurring as he struggled to get away, his blood running cold and every inch of his fur standing on end. For the very first time the fox felt something wrong, terribly wrong, a sensation that he later would come to know was fear, even if he didn't think about it now. Now, Todd might have been clueless, even bratty at times, not that he knew so; but he wasn't evil. Evil meant bad. And what Todd knew was that he wasn't bad.

He didn't know that the fawn had tumbled to the ground from his spell, they were too far back now to hear, or to care. Hot exhalations were all too close, he could smell the putrid scent of his own fur burning. The voice behind him filled him with all the more fear but he couldn't turn back.

He soon heard its hooves rapping at the ground, a sinister echo in Todd's ears that turned his blood to ice in his veins. It was catching up, and he fled from it, looking desperately for somewhere to go. Aha! Todd saw his chance, a small crack in a crumbling wall, and bolted for it.

He had to make it...

His chest was tight, his heart pounding. He dived into the hole, dragging himself through with his front paws. He thought he was free. He thought...

Then something, an invisible force, slammed into him. Burning, blistering, shaking, his every muscle began to involuntarily spasm. Just inches away from the hole, Todd was stuck there, paralysed and in agony, twitching, writhing, struggling to regain control.

For the first time Todd opened his mouth and let out every ounce of breath in a scream that rang through the entirety of Orion. It kept going, he just kept screaming. Every spasm brought a new wave of pain but he just couldn't stop.

ROUND: 2/3
ATTEMPT: Escape!
DEFENSE: Dived into a crack in the wall of a crumbling building.
INJURIES: Fur on fire, paralysis.

	"Ha! We got him now!" The prince called out haughtily as he ran alongside Fever. His hooves thundered on the ground while his eyes remained on the fox. That was why he didn't see the hole until the fox dove into it. With a cry of dismay the young stag skidded to a halt. Swiftly he turned in preparation to kick, only to pause when he felt some form of energy making his fur stand up on end. Kingsfoil looked just in time to see a bolt of electricity strike the carnivore, making him scream. The white fawn couldn't help but belt out shrill laughter at the pathetic sound. "Ha! Looks like you lose!" Even though it was obvious who was the victor here he still lashed out with his rear legs at the hole, hoping to add some injury to insult. Kingsfoil & Feverfew & Deadnettle vs Todd Let's Play Squeal! II of III Attempts: Kick him! Defense: --- Injuries: --- "Talking" Thinking... Words: --- Tagged: @Todd @Deadnettle OOC: --- Muse: 5/10

"Speech" @Kingsfoil @Deadnettle

Todd's spasms had just barely begun to recede, instead being replaced by vicious tremors and occasional twitches. His every nerve was numb and he'd stopped crying out, though his nose was dry from heat whilst the fur around his eyes was damp. His fur, whilst still glowing red around his back and haunches, was starting to go out. Though thick black smoke still belched from him in waves. He'd degenerated from before; though Todd was too innocent to see it. Walking, moving, even living mightn't come as easy after today.

He could hear maniacal laughter from just outside his safe little crevasse, and the sound of hooves clattering against stone. But Todd was just out of reach. It would have been satisfying had he not been in such pain. And the pain was the worst thing he'd ever felt. He blamed it all on the fawn, every tiny bit of it. Everything was his fault. He wanted the fawn to leave. He wanted the fawn to die. He knew what dying was. Not existing any more. And that would make all the pain go away.

Todd's claws scrabbled at smooth stone, slowly turning towards where he could see the tunnel leading away from Orion. The way he'd entered this hellhole.

His eyes narrowed, and he focused on his gem, on everything he knew. All his anger condensed into a single point as he just willed one thing... For the awful creatures to get out of his way.

...But nothing happened.

Scared and confused, Todd shied away from the hole and buried his head in his paws.

ROUND: 3/3
ATTEMPT: Get them away!
DEFENSE: Still in a hole.
INJURIES: paralysis, smouldering fur.

He casually sauntered over to his sister and Kingsfoil, minding his hips, his expression deadset and calm in its lust for blood. He would see this fox's corpse sprawled across the floor, having been dragged out of its cowardly hole by the tail kicking and screaming to gain a crushing hoof to the head, brains and eyes and blood splattering all over.

He stood next to his sister who had waited patiently for him, her tail swishing back and forth with a happy grin and he nodded to her, then looked to the hole where the fox lay and readied his magic, his hooves crackling again with the thirst for death around him, relentless.

He sent another bolt of electricity straight down the hole for him, with nowhere for the tricksome carnivore to go.

ROUND: 3/3
ATTEMPT: Shock him more.
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES:
Bad hips - previous
Bad eyes - previous