For: Azazel and Fisher (in w/e order)
Rated M for: Swearing

Majesty sat somewhere near the middle of Tunnel I, surrounded by a littering of stones and pebbles and rocks that covered the floor in a circle around him. Since his accident with the Glow spell some time ago, his mind had gone down the rabbit hole of depression, and he had also gone a tiny bit insane about Magic. He had decided it would be his sole duty in life to learn every spell he could, no matter if it was a Light spell or not. And so, he had been practicing non-stop, with very little breaks in between. Because of these, he was rather exhausted, and so was surprised when the Bauble Spell actually worked.

He watched with a mad grin as the stone he had been looking at glowed with Light. He was proud of himself – at least for the spell cast. Honestly, in the back of his mind, he knew he’d gone off the deep end, and he wasn’t very happy with himself for it. Sure, his vision was now tainted with a bit of yellow-gold, and everything looked a little hazy and glow-y, but that didn’t mean he had to go crazy over it. If he kept up this level of Magic usage, he could very well really blind himself, or die of exhaustion. He wasn’t anywhere near that level yet, but if he kept at it, he would get there.

He shook himself, ignoring the warnings nagging his mind, and focused on the next stone…

He kept forgetting! He just kept and kept and kept forgetting. Anger ran like static through the young mustelids's fur, keeping him hot and tense as he raced through the caves. Already it was getting warm in the caves, a strange phenomenon that the brown bullet did not like nor understand. It made him uncomfortable and irritable on the best of days, but this one would take the cake.

Fisher was on a mission to retrieve his most precious treasure, the one given to him by Makyna. He now had a safe place to keep his rock: a tall tower that had been cleared of an awful King of Shadows and was now his giant perch. Nothing would ever find the rock there and well, he preferred Orion and the other caves compared to dangerous snake land. Sure, there had been the Nice Snake in Cetus, but that was because his birthplace was The Best and if it had an awesome tower he could keep his treasures in he definitely would.

As it stood, the young mustelid was furiously desperate to get into Eridanus and to the giant mushroom where his lucky gift lay under a few paw-scrapes of dirt. So when the giant noodle barreled through the tunnel and tripped, scattering over a collection of rocks that laid strewn about and nearly tumbled into a wolf-- well.

Fisher leaped to his paws and shoved himself against the nearest wall, spitting and hissing. "What are you doing!" He barked, tail lashing. It took him a moment to realize that this creature was a Barkfriend-- but it was a weird Barkfriend. Something was wrong with it and the pawful of glowing rocks scattered across the floor. And why was it in his way! Normally he would be careful to be friendly and nice to a puppy like the one in front of his paws... But it was hot in the tunnels, and his fuse was incredibly short.

Stupid Golems, stupid Cancer, stupid everything! Ugh. The whole episode in Polaris hadn't gone well, and everything just descended into hell very quickly. Right now, Azazel was just very angry and on a short fuse. Sure, Cancer had given him the short end of the stick by saying he always went in guns a-blazing, without trying to negotiate at all. The ave had tried very hard to get it through that thick skull of the cub that golems didn't know anything. That they were just mindless and rocky beasts. There was nothing that could communicate with them. Nothing.

Man, and his day was getting worse. On his rage-filled flight back to a Canis, he heard one voice. "What are you doing!" That mustelid. The son of a noodle. Instantly, The Bone King tilted downwards, scraping the sandy tunnel floor for just a moment then lifting up again. The ticking time bomb that was Azazel was about to go BOOM! Soon, it would. He'd call upon his magic, hoping to gather wind around him and send it to the terra firma below. "How about you worry about what you're doing for once." The mustelid was always so damn worried about whay others were doing.

The Bone King never felt so upset and angry, conflicted and torn.

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AZAZEL v. FISHER v. MAJESTY
ONE TWO THREE

Majesty was entirely put out when the… furry… noodle thing came crashing into his rocks, and almost into him. He let out a shout of surprise and scrambled to his paws, growling in anger and annoyance. “What do you mean what am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” he shouted, hackles raising. Since his accident, he had been prone to experiencing bouts of sudden intense mood swings, and this was one of those times. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, little noodle!” It was an incredibly funny insult, if one thought about it, but in that moment it was literally the only ‘bad word’ that would come out of his mouth.

And then in another second or two, there was a squawking noise behind him. A bird was speaking. "How about you worry about what you're doing for once." Majesty immediately assumed that whoever was speaking was speaking to him and not to Fisher. He spun around, now doubly angry. “Who the hell are you? – OW!” He blinked furiously as sand was blown into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. And that right there was the last straw. He couldn’t take anything getting in his eyes right now after what had happened, especially not if someone was doing it to him on purpose.

With an angry roar, he lunged at Azazel, attempting to grab his tail feathers with his teeth, to bring him back to the ground…

Round: 1/3
Attempt: Majesty attempts to lunge up at Azazel and grab his tail feathers with his teeth and pull him back to the ground.
Defense: n/a
Injuries: Visual Impairment (only affects the way he sees color, does NOT actually BLOCK vision)

swear warnin ahead!

The barkfriend was definitely not a barkfriend. Barkfriends weren't mean, they didn't call him LITTLE NOODLE all insulting like. He was a HUGE noodle. He had met little noodles and frankly, while Fang and the others were super cool, he was BIG AND TOUGH and how dare this false barkfriend dare--

Fisher did not have a lot of time to consider how rude the wolf had been to him in return. (It was entirely his fault that Maj had responded in such a way, regardless.) You see, a familiar, awful voice came to his ears and his fur puffed up to twice its usual size. He knew that voice, the voice of the winged beast that had beaten him. The bird who had hurt him. Fisher's teeth clenched as his lips drew back into a horrible snarl as he whirled towards the giant bird... The red feathers filled his vision with the color crimson, the color of pain and of suffering.

He had been looking for a fight, and he did have a Bone to pick with the Bone King. His eyes narrowed as the vulture's wings flapped furiously into view. Followed by a whole bunch of awful, biting silt. The sand sprayed over him, the wind tugged at his fur and send him tumbling back into the wall he was practically pressed up against at the moment anyway. He yowled, getting sand in his teeth and in his mouth and his paws flailed worthlessly at the windy attack. His eyes burned, a sputtering cough coming up from his lungs as he tried to breathe. The wind passed quickly; however, the damage was done.

How DARE that overgrown, good for nothing, feather face come back! Fisher curled up into a ball, his ears straining against the wind. He heard the roar of the Barkenemy and focused. Static built up in his fur and he took a deep breath of hot fur, glad he wasn't still breathing in that terrible sand now that he had tucked into himself.

He had them pinpointed. Just ahead. The fisher cat's eyes closed tightly as he felt the electrical storm grow in his fur. Ready to strike. He would get them both. Just one perfect, strong, bright bolt of lightning right at them. Then they would see that the shouldn't dare mess with him.

No one messed with Fisher. No one!

He was fucking SICK of getting toyed with!!

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
AZAZEL v. FISHER v. MAJESTY
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ zapping BIRB-ENEMY and BARK-ENEMY

{ DEFENSES }

~ fur puffed up a bunch, curled up into a defensive ball, protecting his face and vulnerable belly.

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• favors left forepaw, slight limp from very old injury
  

~ current injuries;;

• SAND IN EYES OW OW OW (also might have breathed some)
  
• might be a bit beat up from hitting the wall, with such CRIT force D:
  

Content with the sandstorm that his magicka had whipped up, but definitely not fucking okay with the fact that the wolf down below had gotten into his business. The creature reared up, leaping from the ground and teeth bearing down on his tail feathers. He could practically feel the quills of each one bend under the pressure of jaws, and he himself felt weighted, but not by much. He may not seem like it, but the brown Gembound weighed around sixteen or seventeen pounds, about as much as the king did. He could carry quite a few bones which would total his weight, but this pup wasn't in his talons. It was gripping onto his tail feathers. And wriggling all over. Some would fall down, and he grunted, fanning them in attempts to lose the pup. Finally, he had to give into gravity. His frame slid closer and closer to the floor.

But some little damn noodle had other plans. Azazel was getting the short end of the stick, and he didn't like it. In three seconds, bolts of lightning surged through the ave's body. Every volt crackled across his body and burned it like fire. He felt like he was about to die, and seemingly ceased flight altogether. His back smoldered, and he twisted onto his back and fell on the sand. It hurt like fire, and he hated it.

He just had to believe. He could use this magicka, and it would be successful. It had to be. He'd give a high-pitched scream and hoped for the best out of a sonic boom. He raised his wings and tried to cover his ears. Please let it work.

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AZAZEL v. FISHER v. MAJESTY
ONE TWO THREE
INJURIES ~ Broken quills of tail feathers, charred back { round 1 }

Majesty’s body was flung all over the place from the wild ride of trying to hold onto Azazel, but he immediately let go the second the bird started screaming. His ears felt like they might be bleeding or something (exaggeration)! Fucking hell that noise was painful! But not nearly as painful as what happened next. There he was, crumpled on the ground after Aza fell, and suddenly his entire body was experiencing the weirdest, most painful, grossest sickening feeling it had ever experienced! He let out high-pitched whine, barely able to move as the shocks moved through his body. But just as quickly as they were there, they were gone. He could smell burnt fur and his body felt red-hot and sore all over. But this fight wasn’t done yet! And it had not been the bird that had just hurt him like that. The pain had started in his lower back, which meant it had come from behind him. It was that fucking weasel’s fault!

He stumbled to his paws and lunged forward, attempting to bite the creature’s face! When it doubt, go for whatever is closest, as that stupid weasel’s snout was what stuck out! Majesty swore he was going to break that damned weasel!

Round: 2/3
Attempt: Majesty attempts to bite Fisher on the snout
Defense: n/a
Injuries: Sand in eyes, Visual Impairment (separate from sand in eyes), bruising from landing hard on the ground when letting go of Aza, Lots of pain, blisters, singed fur from Fisher’s Bolt spell

CRACK...sssss
The sound of lightning crashing through the air sent the feeling of chewing tin foil through the Fisher's teeth, but he felt nothing more than a tingle through his own skin. He heard the so-called King make a loud squawk, but it only riled the young one more. He found himself grinning, curled up in his ball, tail twitching. That would show him not to mess with Fisher! He was a stupid bone-eater. He probably couldn't even hunt mice, and for that, Fisher was clearly superior.

Unfortunately, the big, weird barkenemy hadn't gotten the hint, even if he reeked of singed fur. Fisher's eyes were jammed closed still, but he could hear the scrambling of paws rushing for him. Azazel forgotten for the moment, the noodle tensed for impact, curling up into a tight little ball. The storm inside him was rumbling with power, the heat on his fur buzzing like an angry hornets nest. He had never tried to use charge on himself, especially not with such intensity, but as the dog came rushing down at him he put all his magic into his fur and hoped that the electricity would route into the wolf and not backfire...

Teeth slashed down the top of Fisher's head, blood swelling and his skull aching, catching on his ear-- thankfully, he had been coiled up into a ball to protect his face, but his ears were certainly exposed in that moment. If Majesty wanted, and if he was fast enough, perhaps he would tear a huge nick... But already, his spell was going off. The air grew hot and once more, the metallic, uncomfortable sensation filled the calcium of his jaws.

Small sparks at first... Little zips and zaps.

And then the Generator spell went off.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
AZAZEL v. FISHER v. MAJESTY
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ unleashing GENERATOR on to BARK-ENEMY

{ DEFENSES }

~ fur puffed up a bunch, curled up into a defensive ball, protecting his face and vulnerable belly, GENERATOR spell

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• favors left forepaw, slight limp from very old injury
  

~ current injuries;;

• SAND IN EYES OW OW OW (also might have breathed some)
  
• might be a bit beat up from hitting the wall, with such CRIT force D:
  
• injury on top of head, bleeding
  
• teeth on his ear (?? depends on what Maj does!)
  

Electricity shot from the bird's body, leaving his form in a twitching and smoldering mass. It hurt like hell and burned like fire. Carmine eyes went wild with anger, and he felt magicka bubble in his throat. He was done. He was sick of this immature wolf, sick of this annoying little noodle. Sick. of. it. He wanted-- no --needed to get all this anger out. He needed to win this fight. After he won, the ave would leave instantly. He already knew he didn't like the fisher, but the wolf... he was a rival already.

Twisting his head to look over to the two brown Gembound that seemed to have forgotten about him. He smirked, enjoying the flaw in their fight. Azazel knew this was his chance now. One thing he knew for sure, Fishers and Wolves had very sensitive ears. The bird shifted to his feet, making a small sound as he ruffled his feathers. Specks of black and darkness lay on his back, extending partially up his wings. As he moved, the charred feathers fell away into ashes. He gave a small gulp, then messily took to the air. Once he felt like he was close to the ceiling, he inhaled. Now. For the cry. The magicka bubbling in his throat seemed to spill from his mouth, now... and he let it all out in one ear-splitting shriek. It hurt his own ears, but he hoped his power could amplify the sound and get the fight to end with him as the victor.

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AZAZEL v. FISHER v. MAJESTY
ONE TWO THREE
INJURIES ~ Broken quills of tail feathers, charred back { round 1 }

Majesty’s bite landed on the Fisher’s ear, and he grabbed onto it and shook it like a – well – a dog. He wasn’t trying to rip it off or anything. Even in the middle of fighting, he could never be that vicious. But he kept his teeth firmly lodged onto the weasel’s ear until he tasted blood. Then he let go, thinking that would be enough. And then it was as if Karma decided to get back at him immediately. His ears were not prepared for what happened next, and might potentially leave him partially deaf. Great. Now he was kinda blind and kinda deaf. What was next? Kinda mute?

He howled and shook his head and rubbed his face on the ground like a maniac when the sonic boom washed over him. And then for several moments there was nothing more than white noise – a loud and painful ringing that left no other distinguishable sounds. He howled and howled, though he could no longer hear himself. Though after long seconds went by, his hearing did return. Everything was muffled and distorted, but he could hear noise other than ringing now.

He wanted to kill something. He didn’t even know that a bird could make a sound like that. He didn’t know what had just made that sound. But it had driven him bat-shit crazy. Blindly, he leaped at Fisher, who was a lot closer to him than Azazel was, and a lot more accessible. He didn’t even try to bite the creature. He just… jumped at him. To knock him over, pin him down? He didn’t even know. All he wanted was for everything to just stop.

Round: 3/3
Attempt: Majesty attempts to... jump at Fisher? Not biting or scratching or anything. The most it would do is knock him down, if it succeeds.
Defense: n/a cos Maj is dumb. XD
Injuries: Sand in eyes, Visual Impairment (separate from sand in eyes), bruising from landing hard on the ground when letting go of Aza, Lots of pain, blisters, singed fur from Fisher’s Bolt spell, possible hearing loss and ear pain from sonic boom
NOTE: I purposefully ignored Fisher's Generate Spell because it was a failure. I hope that's okay.