The sickening crack sizzled in the air like steak on a griddle. Hot rocks popped in the air, simmering acid, blotches of the pain falling onto Khavur's face, buried deep into her chest -- exuberant. The Labradorite making quips and dodging was far less exciting. Quiet now? The supposed taunt bounced off steely armor. The shouting, the pleading, GOODNESS-- not even Khavur yowled this much in a fight. STOP! What are you... but the rest got soaked up in the cotton stuffed in Khavur's ears. Two venomous pair of eyes fell on the Labradorite. "SHUT UP AND MAKE ME," she spat.

Khavur would once again approach, striding fast, quickly breaking into a run. It would let go at a certain point, if it were to get close enough, and throw its body weight against the Labradorite. Two thousand pounds up against a metric ton? Not that impactful, but for the approximately seven hundred weight caught between an immovable wall, it had to mean something. And what was the Labradorite going to do about it? Nothing, probably.

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 3/?
Attempt: Body slam Lab into Zoi, possibly pressing Zoi further into the wall...
Defense: Just physical passive ones like armored plates and quills.
Injuries: :)))

@V-Zoisite-One

[Permission given by Snail & navy to edit for clarity via Discord :3]

The sound of paws and hooves hitting rock echoed, drowned out by the conflict. Maximus Chaos-Two bolted towards the fray, hooves skidding on the ground. They toppled with a startled bleat and lay there for a moment, legs numb and feet painful. They'd galloped halfway across Pegasus, hearing the turmoil from their sibling, the red that spread like wildfire.

’Khavur!’, they cried to her, knowing their voice wouldn't carry but that their soul would, ’Khavur, calm! Please don't harm our littermates, please try to quell your rage!’

Chaos-Two slowly stood up and tugged their spear from their jaws, foam flecking the edges of their mouth as they panted, exhausted, ’Violence isn't the way, sister!’

They could feel the other even now. The red rage, her feelings and the whirlwind that threatened to pull them in like it had Zoisite and Labradorite. It wasn't familiar, but they knew that underneath it all was their sibling.

"KHAVUR!!", they cried, trying to just get her attention.

Chaos-Two won't be joining the fight, only trying to calm Khavur!

Content Warning
This post contains potentially sensitive material:

death

violence

gore

Pain.

V-Zoisite-One was not familiar with the sensation; they had been in scuffles and training, but never a serious fight. The pain that blossomed from their side made them think of squealing rats, desperate to escape from talons before their heads were severed from their bodies. The image was so clear that the Zoisite shuttered as they struggled to find their feet, bleary, yellow-stained gaze struggling to find focus.

Their carapace had been broken just behind their first shoulder, the plating cracked from the sheer force of the blow. Toxic yellow waste seeped from the fissure, dribbling hot and sticky in an unhealthy, gushing fashion. The smell of their own blood was enough to inspire a new wash of fear: it was not unlike the smell of a lesser's blood, but sharper, more acidic-- and they instantly knew it even though they did not have the time to process more than instinctual panic from the scent.

Labradorite stepped over them, black sludge dripping over the Zoisite's injured form. Did any of their quills end up embedded in the oily beast? Had they done more harm than good, being here--

Khavur roared, throwing herself forward.

All six limbs of the Zoisite clawed into the earth with desperation. It scrambled, belly scrapping the stone and tearing loose a few quills in the process. It, an insect frantic to avoid being squashed. It, nothing more than an injured beast.

Blood. Both it's own and Zoisite's. Mostly Zoisite's. Labradorite had never had a problem with blood before, but now the scent was gut-wrenching. Khavur didn't respond to any of it's insults, any of it's questions. Except for a roar of SHUT UP AND MAKE ME.

So be it.

Rivulets of blood- natural looking if not for the neon glow- dripped from cuts made by Zoisite's quills and sharp armor. It mixed with their oil, turning a dark reddish black color. Labradorite ignored the pain cuts- Zoisite's was so much worse and Labradorite was the only thing between it and the raging, technicolor barbarian.

V-Chaos-Two's shouts barely registered. Labradorite was far too focused on the reaver charging. It was only vaguely aware of Zoisite's frantic scrambling out of the way as it braced itself. It wasn't going to run like some gutless worm. It was going to fight head-on.

And win.
Claws scrabbled and pushed against Khavur, but Khavur had momentum on her side. Labradorite snarled, resisting as much as it could but still being slammed against the wall behind it. It's attention flickered momentarily from the combat, A brief taste of relief that Zoisite had gotten out of the way before it's attention return wholly to the thought of winning.

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 3/?
Attempt: Reverse Khavur's bodyslam oh god oh frick-
Defense: Oil, general defensive posture
Injuries: Some small cuts on it's legs, bruised from bodyslam
@Khavur

The zoisite scrambled away with all the speed of a frightened, worthless bug. A wounded deer. More and more fragments of mirrors seemed to circumscribe the Reaver, driving her ever deeper into madness. It was good, good that she had reduced the zoisite to its basics -- good for her. But what about it? Escaping now, living on now, would it remain cracked and scarred by this experience forever? In the moment of wild fury, had Khavur made an impression that destroyed all that plated armor of promise, left them naked as a writhing worm?

NO. Khavur would not allow it. Khavur would never allow such weakness, especially where capability lay dormant. She would return and build the zoisite up -- yes! She would purge its weaknesses now, and later return, to create! And in time, there, and only there would be Vargas' rotten holy grail -- perfection.

For now it had to reduce the labradorite. Either draw out that rage and use it or exhaust it entirely.

SLAM! The wall was reached regardless. Now Khavur was focused on one target, perhaps foolishly certain of the other's insignificance. One last thought before she continued her effort here. With her large-horned head, Khavur would lean closer the labradorite's face and offer a scathing whisper, a private response to the its pitiful argument from earlier: "If that were true -- if you were strong -- then you wouldn't be here." Pressed up against a wall by its own, somewhat smaller kin. Pent up in Draco like a lion in a cage. Forever bound to Vargas' circus of monsters, to a purpose, to a life. If freedom came from strength, then they all really were made of worms.

"Khavur!" WHAT-- "Khavur, calm! Please don't harm our littermates, please try to quell your rage!" What-- "Violence isn't the way, sister!" ..."KHAVUR!!"

Right there. Maximus V-Chaos-Two was right there.

Frozen up solid. It might have been a shocking display. Only one creature in the caves could turn fire into ice in mere moments. Frozen, and yet still burning... Khavur had to make a choice.

Its head was still-- Her-- it... Head was still ablaze. Thoughts passing, one after a million others, caterwauling, bombardment. Less than a second where time felt absent and Khavur --

i̵̧̠̜̺̹̥͉̪͙̺̅͜ͅh̵̨̨̛͓͈̯̖͔́͒͐̔́͂̈́̑͝͠ą̷̡̛͉̘͔̖͓̃͆̎͐̑̈́͒̓̋͋̄͑̔̓ţ̶͇̩̲͐́̍̀ę̶̥͈̹͔̺̭̪̺̍͊ÿ̵̝̣̜́͌̀̉̄̽͂̈͊̈́̊͠o̴̞̲͖͔̰͓͚̜̔̓̽͋́̌͋̀͒̅̕͜u̵͔̱̜̲̒̔̓́͆͋̈́͌̊̀̍͝ͅì̷͔͖̙̊͋̈́̚c̴̲͙̗̯͖͓̫̗͎͚̿̓̽͆͂̀̈̐o̶̢̳͆͑̅͌̈́ü̵̡̧̖͕̩̞̼͗́l̴̳͔̗̼̓̔͆͌̇̈́͊̌̊͝d̶̛͓͓͖̰̬̏̋͆̓̾̄̊͌̍͜n̸̩̼͉̱͊̂̐̏̒̿̄͆̃̆̏ë̶̮́̏͛v̷̡̡͇͈͍̘̰͍̯̇̃̈́͑̏̈e̴̛̗̘̤͛̽̓̉͗͊̆̋̅̄̈́̋̐r̵̢̛̛̛̫͚̪̬̠͎̬̭̾̀̔̔̀̈́̎͊͐̓b̴̩̫̥̮̠͙̫̟͖̤̭̥̣̺͚̓͂̾̓̇̿̔̽̓̅̆͑̿e̷͖̫̩͈̩̍̓̀͠ḿ̶̬͇̱̯̣͔͍̰͇͉a̶̭̟͔̫͇̟͗̽̂̊̓͌͌̇̓̌̕ͅͅD̵̢͚̥̮̪͖͕̯̳͈̞̾̋͜͝ͅA̴͖̟̘̩̫̥̬̐̈͊̀̒́̔̀̆͗͠͝Ṯ̴̩̾̿Y̶̡̨̙̲̼͕̫̜̺̓̇͂̏͘Ò̶̘͙̤̯͇̲͇̱̥̞̇̀̚ͅU̷̡͉̝͍͇̻̖̭̫̳͑͗̀̾͑̓̈́͋́̕͜Y̷̪͎̜̱̱̾͊̓̀͋̒̋̓̿̔̾̀̐̏͠ͅO̵̥̯͉̙͕̞͔̣̮̘̩̿͌͛̋̍̓̌͜Ȗ̵̥̠͕̟͔͛̋̌͝͝Ṣ̸̹͇͖͓̮̞̈́͋̇̊Ţ̶̻̦̳̜͇̣͍̞̲̱͙̤̪̤́́̄̔̏̈́̓́̓͠O̵̧̮̤̭̞̖̪͑͛̕P̷͓̯͚͖̳̘̖͉̥̘͔̉̋̈̈́̚P̷̛̟̍͐̿̇̅̀͗͋Ĕ̷͇̯̹̘̹͗́̕D̴͖̳͉̟̩͍́́͌M̸̦͓͑̓̌̓̀ͅE̴̛̜͙̱͓̗̗̙̞̭͂̇̓̑̆͗͐͘̕͝͠Y̷̧͈̯̟̓̇̈́ͅO̶̭̤͕̺͖̬̦̊̀͗U̵̧͈̖̦̥̲̱͇̬̹͚̫͓͙̱͗̅͌̿̆̕̕͝͝Ş̸̧̝̩̙̗̉͗̀̎̈́̀̕͝͠T̵͓̱̤̓̍̈͋̍̉͑̃͝ͅǪ̷̨̢͎̮͖̮̠̥͙̞̦͂̏̂̾͆̎̆P̴̡̱̣̩͊̔̈́̉͑̌̈́͗͛̿͝͝M̶͉̩̮̯͔̞̮̒̿͊͛̿̑̓̎̍̇̈́̀̈͌̕͜E̴̩̙̭̗̜͕͈͚̫̭͂̀̉̇̀̿͠Ỳ̴̪̫̩͋͐̅͝Ǫ̶̛͍͕̈́̓͒̀͆͝Ư̶̭̒͑̾̃̈́́͌̀̈́̓̚͠͠͠Ç̸̳̟̖̮̊͛̄͂̀̉͂͛̑̉̔̀̚͠͠Â̷̯̆̿̂̿̅̾͂͌̆̕N̶̙͇͗̔̐́̿̉͛͗̄̑̅͂͋̈́N̸̥̫̼̣̩̖̲͈̅̔̊͛͂̓͌͑̚͝͝O̶̡͈̯̬̤̻̭̥̥̜̬̓͐̂̅͑̆́̑͗̊̕Ţ̶̦͎͔̹̲̘͉̖͎͚̣̟͚̔̈́̾̃̓̒͂͌͂̓̚͝͝S̶̼̩͔͕̦͉̰̈́̒͋̔͑͐͂̏̀̈́̚T̶̻͚͖͉̯͈̂̇̿́͆́́͂͑̆̏̽̃̌͘O̶̡̢̠̞̬͍̘̤̻͔̭̯̙̼̓̈́̄̾̑́̀̽͝P̶̡̙͎̦͙̼̩͙̳̰͚̂́M̵̢͌̉̒̑̿͋Ȩ̵̢͖͎̲̞́͐̑̀͗̾͋̄̓́͂͌̏͜Y̵̛̤̺̬̗̫̺͖̺̱͐͊̆̂͊͗̎̍̏͗̈́̀͘͝Ơ̶̥̘̭̻̦̗͙̩͚̾̾̃͋̿̓͆̉̾̍U̵̘̺͕͚̟̞̬̪̰̝̤͎̦̐͊̑̀͘ͅA̴̡̨̹̩̗͉͎͚̟̘͖̯̪̲̤͋̒͋͐̿̓͆̓͒́͝R̶̘̹̲̯̞̥̗͓̦̉͑̔̅͋̌̓̾͗E̵̩̟̍̆͂̏͋̾̂͊̀̏͊H̸̢̢̧̛̤͔̮̼̲̺̪͚͈͔̦̪͊̔͝Ơ̴̧̻̞̪̥͍̪͚̹͔͚͔ͅĽ̶̨̂͝Ḑ̴̢̨̫̯̳̤̤̼̥̹̼́̎̓̋ͅI̸̪̲̟̙͛̓͠Ǹ̴̡̪̳̫͒̋̀̾̄̈̀͘͝ͅG̸̩̫͎͇̥̦̯̘͖̦͜͜͠M̵̪͓̭̊͋̀͐͆̑̀̽̉͑́͊̍͠Ȩ̵̛̘̫̯̯̳̰̤̲̾̍̏̅ͅB̴̧̳̟̟̙̤͇͙͈̫͙̦̈́̎̈́̽̀̑͒̔͆̉͠͠A̴̧͍̖͆̽̽͑̈́̈̈́̾C̷̢̹̬͓̞̳͙̗̘̖̬͍͆̓͘K̸̳̖̹̫̘̘̂̈́̒̿̓̉̔͝͝S̸̤̰̹̘̞̩̼͍̺͕͈͈͕̥͗̋̊Ą̵̢͈̣̱̠̥̹͔̲̥̞̯̲͈̇̋̎̓͛V̷̠̲̬̠̥̥̻̺̫̣̯̙̘̱̿̈̅̾̌̈́͜͝͠I̷̢̝̟̮̯͎̯̫̲̰̓́N̶̛͕̰̱̰̣̩̠̱͒͑̒̒̈́̿̊͒̒͌G̸̡̢̫̹̞̼̩͎̟͎̪͙̽̑͐͊̉͋̾͑̚͜ͅḾ̷̮̝̻̼̻̣̰͓̙͖͇̥̳̮͗̐̽̓̉̅̅̂̃̕͜E̴̮̘̤̥̖̹̲͎̘̹̭͗̀̉Y̷̛͍̱̜͚̿͂̀̓̑̀͝͠Ó̷̡̢̤͙̦̙̞̠̳͈͇͇̯͜ͅÜ̴̳̠̻̫̞̟͂̂̊͑̈͜͠A̴̢̨͙͖̟͕̅͝R̸̛̺̦̻̤̟̗̩̱͉͈̻̓͌͛̽̇͂͋̈́̀̌̅͠͝ͅE̷̢͎̥̗̦͓͙̼̳̲̊̓̍̍̄̉͗̽̑ͅM̷̧̗̝̠͙̯͖̣͊̒̑̕͠Ÿ̵̗́̓̋̈̾̎̏̉͗̀̓̚O̶̡̠̲̱̗̹̒̏̀̀̒͛̿͑͠͝͝P̸͕͔̥̳̳͌̆́́̀̑̍̍P̷̙̥̲̹̙̿̿̕O̴̧̨̲̱͈͎̰͍̞̘̟͑̈̾͛̊̒̇̆̈͌̚̚̕͜͝Ş̴̜̬͙̲̦̪̹̾̓̓̆͐̔̚I̵̜̟̊͐̓̌́̏͒͒̈͆̑͝T̶͕̲̿͗̔̕͝͝Ẹ̸̢͚̫̹͙͔̒̓͂̄͗̉̄̃͐̽̅͌̀̈́́Ỳ̸̡̛̝̰̯̣̗̩̥̫͛͊̂̏̀̆̈́̄͂̈́̈́͝ͅO̸̩̞̥͉̪̦̣̥͊̐̽̌̎̈́̈́̎̒͊͝͝͠͝Ṵ̶͖̗̖̖̭̱̙̣̊̇̅͐A̴̰̝̒̔͑͊̀̃̚͘͠R̷̛̤͂̏͛̔͂́̿̽̽͘͝Ȩ̷͈̙̱̎́͂͊͗͝M̸̨̡̙̺̟̫̲̠̣̻̲̝̗͌͌̂͊̎̕͠͠ͅY̴̡̼̪͓̎̈̈́Ȅ̵̡̝̦̪͙̳̪̞̼̬̤̉͜͜Q̵̥̳̹̼̱̭̹͍̀̍͌́̚͠Ù̶̢͈̳͔̮̘̣͕͓̩̖͈͇̂͂͌̊̒͂͌͌̒̀A̴͖͉͚̓́̓͜L̷͓͓͔͕̯̜̹̘͝M̴̡̮̻͕͐̒̈̋̐́̚Ŷ̸̹̙͕͙̜̱̤͍̩̲̲̦͓́̏̇̓̐̄́̆̚͠L̷̼̙̥̰̠̼̞̣̙̥͚̺̮̎͋̉̇̀́͑̑͜E̶͉̩̪̦̯̬̰͕̰̬̯̺̙̻̿̋͗́̽͘S̴̭͉̠͍̊́̏͛̇͑̉̈́͝Ŝ̸͎̠͉͓́̈́͐̅̌̊̔̉̽̔̕͝͠͝E̷̡̨̢̥̹͔̺͍͚̺̻͍̝͎̒͌̐ͅR̵̜̘̱͉͚͎̆̀̀̂͗̋́̄͛̐̓M̴̡̧̭̮̞̟̫̥̹̱͔̒̒̆̅̀̏̈͛̍̋̋̚͝͠͠ͅY̸̛͔̮͓̹͔̽̂̃͊͒̄̒B̶̨̪̞̙͔̹͙̎̽̕R̵̹͈̪̗͙̯͔̞̄͛̌̋͋͝O̴̧̰͖̱̝̳̎͗T̸̛̗̭̳̻̂̿̿̍̑̂͋̔̚̕̕Ḧ̶̢̛̤̺̳̘́̾͌̇̃̇͠͠͠Ę̴̤̗̻̘̫̟̹̠̙̱̯̍̕R̸̨̩̘͖̭̝̫͖̳͙̜͙̳͍̰̔̋̅̀͋̐B̵̨͍͓̼̙̬͓͈͒̃͆͗̿͒̀͊́̃̕͘̚͝ͅÈ̴͍͖̘̼͉͎͓͖̯̈̈́̽̈̚͠͝͝͝L̸̡͉̬̰̗͈̲̣̓̾̈́͂̑̓͑̐͋̋̈́̕̚͝O̷̢̺̺̹͇̺͖͎̻͖̺̹̝̰͎͛́̎V̵̢̝͙̈́ͅE̶̢̛͚̭̬͙̻̯̿͑̌̉̈̎͛͊̓͘D̴̡̜̞͇͈̼̫̣̓͛̉̄͜͠͠͝Y̶̗̺̹̤̞̽̿̔̊̋͆̀̄͆̚͜ͅO̵̡͕̟̗͈̼͔͚̖̮͇̼̞͈̗͗́͊͆̍̋̚͝Ű̸̢̡̨̬̤̱͖̝̹̝̈́̏́̂̾̀́̿͛͌͜͝

-- couldn't stand any of it, when the burden of life became to cumbersome it felt impossible to breathe--

Khavur attempted to continue pressing its bodyweight against the labradorite, to continue the trap or the lesson or whatever it had become. But the attempt was dulled, significantly less powerful than every other move Khavur had made before. The fire was still burning but the room itself was cooling... slowing...

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 4/?
Attempt: Keep Lab pinned
Defense: Just physical passive ones like armored plates and quills.
Injuries: :))))

@V-Zoisite-One

Somehow, the Zoisite had pulled itself free, quills rattling noisily as it whirled, throwing its head up. A line of warning yellow eyes stared, wide, at Khavur's massive, thrashing form shoving Labradorite further into the wall. The brief glance did not give it much information, head swimming with panic and fury.

It was reduced to a worm, alright.

But, saliva spitting from its mouth as its breath shook its carapace, it locked itself in place, talons digging down. Khavur's back stood over a oil smear in the dark voidlight, pelt a blinding target in its vision. The only thought that came to it was a mechanical calculation. This, little more than how an ant would analyze pheromones before proceeding.

Somewhere in the adrenaline, the Zoisite forgot its pain. Blood continued to dash against the stone, but the sensation of sickness and fear was lost as soon as death did not face it head first.

Instead, it lurched forward at Khavur's rear. It scrambled under the tail as it tried to close the distance, quills scrapping the stone, sliding up close and personal. Pincers opened wide, and tail twisted around, as it threw both of its mouths toward Khavur's back legs and tried to find purchase.

Blind in more ways than one. But, it, a worm, did not need to see to act.

Current Level: Pupil
Round: 4/?
Attempt: get khavur off of lab via (literal and metaphorical) pincer attack
Defense: armor (questionable) and quills
Injuries: cracked carapace

It was losing but it needed to win but it was LOSING.


Right now it's strength was focused on keeping Khavur from pressing it against the wall any harder. A growl welled up in it's throat, the kajiu looking much like a wild animal, a feral dog quite literally backed up against a wall. Maybe that's all it was. It didn't matter.

Six crimson eyes locked with a set of Khavur's.

Labradorite was likely the only one to hear Khavur's words, but it's roar of "SHUT UP!" was most definitely heard by everyone in the room. It writhed, awkwardly pinned against the wall. Trying to get enough leverage, enough power, enough strength to shove Khavur back.

It was unsuccessful. Zoisite was injured and weakened and it was doing more damage than LABRADORITE EVER COULD..

Claws scratched and pushed futilely against Khavur, the growl rising into a roar, as if the cooling of Khavur's rage only made it's own flare.

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 4/?
Attempt: Shove Khavur back
Defense: Oil, general defensive posture
Injuries: Some small cuts on it's legs, bruised from bodyslam
@Khavur

The zoisite made an impressively clever move whilst the labradorite remained pinned to a wall. Surprisingly, the Reaver would have to shift her attention now. Khavur could feel the pressure as her back legs, but the sharp pinch and hold of the vice grip was dulled by Khavur's lesser senses. A blessing now in exchange for a curse later. Thick, rough hide had most likely been pierced back there, even if Khavur couldn't entirely feel it now. Would the zoisite really have enough strength to restrain her movement? Or, a more pertinent question, to ride the bucking bronco she was about to become?

Her initial instinct had been incorrect. She would have to analyze the situation later-- how much later? When Chaos-Two was asleep? How could she keep acting like this when they were right there -- she had to get the zoisite off of her first. The labradorite, too, had been reduced. Not to its- their- basics, it seemed, but from bite to bark. How pitiful, to only have words and commands. Even Vargas, lousy as he was, had more than that.

But Khavur would not point this out. Not now. Not while Chaos-Two was watching.

For a moment, it might have seemed as though Khavur was listening to the labradorite and Chaos-Two. She attempted to relent in her effort to pin the labradorite, and she made no other remark on anyone's ability. This mentality, were it possessed or thought by any witness, would swiftly be squashed. Khavur would attempt to put her weight into her front and buck her back legs, kicking them up and slamming them down with as much force as she could muster.

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 5/?
Attempt: Buck back legs to try and kick Zoi off or slam them into the ground.
Defense: Just physical passive ones like armored plates and quills.
Injuries: Back legs pincer'd + restrained by a crawly friend :3

@V-Zoisite-One

Mandibles latched on to limbs. Had Khavur not been created by Vargas himself, the sheer force of its jaws would've sliced straight through muscle and bone alike. The spur-like spines on the back limbs helped prevent it from immediately exacting all that force, but the taste of cherry would do little to remind Zoisite of its sense.

Instead, there was a blur of movement. Pincers reacted by tightening and crushing, all force that could be mustered focused into those two areas. Limbs found themselves freed from holding weight, instead sent into the air, and talons scrambled to hook into flesh and keep hold.

The Zoisite ended up practically curling underneath Khavur's hind limbs, belly up and quills erect, bristling to catch in wherever they could. The worm held fast, and tried to strangle whatever it had a hold of and

and then --

-- crunch.

Gravity and musculature combined slammed the Zoisite into the stone. There were no thoughts to be flung from its head, but the sensation of pain spread as quills broke free from their bases and carapace threatened to give way further.

No matter. Zoisite continued to squeeze, writhing.

Current Level: Pupil
Round: 5/?
Attempt: keep biting (zoisite is trying to cut off legs im sorry in advance-- ✂️)
Defense: quills up and the devil laughs
Injuries: cracked carapace, blunt force trauma

It was weak. All of it's attacks- attempts at attacks pointless. It's opponent barely reacted to it at all, as it writhed and flailed pathetically under it's weight. All it could do was snarl and roar like a fledgling throwing a fit.

It had to fight back but it couldn't fight back.

Khavur relented, giving Labradorite just enough space to prepare to strike, coiling like a serpent. Then, before it could really react at all, it watched Khavur rear up on it's front legs.

Crunch.

Ice cold terror.

"STOP!" It roared, "STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL IT." Equal parts rage and fear, a horrifyingly motivating concoction. Such emotions spurred it forward, colliding with Khavur and clawing and biting at whatever it could reach. An attempt to give Zoisite time to run if it was still able, or at the very least distract Khavur from it.

Nothing nothing nothing IT WAS DOING NOTHING

Claws and teeth bounced off of Khavur's armored plating or (relatively) harmlessly snapped quills in two. Or, even more embarrassingly whiffed through air and didn't make contact at all.

Zoisite was hurt and it was doing nothing Nothing NOTHING NOTHING.

Current Level: Fledgeling
Round: 5/?
Attempt: just going freaking feral
Defense: goop i guess *shrug*
Injuries: Cuts on legs + some nasty bruises