"YES! YES! FIGHT! DEVOUR!" He wanted to! That was his jam, fighting and killing and destroying. If only he could get his magic to cooperate before jumping into the thick of it—Lam would not be ignored if he hurled a fireball right into the conflict before diving in himself. Surely not, anyways... !

So, he squared off and stood his ground, drawing up a bunch of bile from his gut and spitting it in the vague direction of the fight. He didn't really care if it landed on the boar or the cat—just that it landed somewhere and he had the OPTIMAL entrance move set up as he trundled forward. His jaw was just slightly agape, set into an overly eager grin as he ran.

Almost... almost!

"FIGHT!"

@Edric @Purity

This was wild. Screeching and roaring all around him, tangles of claws and tusks and teeth, a short, lumpy dragon barreling straight for them. Edric rejoiced in the chaos. Blood! Oil! Fear and panic! A cacophony of bloodthirsty screams! It would be better if his own blood was not involved, though. Howling as Purity sank his claws into his back, Edric threw himself backwards, aiming to roll on top of the cat. Lam's fiery projectile landed on his shoulder, provoking another screech as his hair singed and burned.

It made him roll with all the more enthusiasm. Breaking every bone in his enemy's body would surely reduce the pain! Edric would crush the cat beneath his weight! Reduce his assailants to nothing but a smear on the ground! Devour their flesh as they rotted away! "I'LL EAT YOU! I'LL EAT YOU! I'LL EAT YOU!" he howled as he thrashed, limbs flailing, tusks swinging, rolling this way and that in an attempt to crush Purity against the ground.

@Purity Round 3
Attempt: fall on Purity
Defense: offense is the best defense
Injuries: clawed up face and hindquarters,

Purity's eyes went wide at the approaching Lam, the whites edging wild, mint irises. "WHO--" His line of questioning was interrupted when flames landed on his toes, and he screamed, ripping his claws back and away from the offending heat.

He had no chance to be prepared when all of Edric's weight landed on him. He could feel pain flourish under his skin, something snapping, and he screamed louder with pain, claws scrabbling for any hold he could find. There would be no escape- this thing--

He needed them to fight each other. And he wasn't going to die over this! Shoving himself by digging into Edric's skin, Purity squeezed out, the breaths coming painful through his flexing ribs. But- another roll, and his leg shattered from under Edric's body. Fear rose in his throat at Purity scrambled away, flailing on his back leg and slipped on the pain and bones.

And, for the first time in his life, he could feel hot Oil streaming down his cheeks in the form of tears.

There were no words for Edric and Lam. He could barely escape, only falling to the ground haplessly and curling about himself, staring up to the boar with terrified eyes. His leg stuck out from behind him in the wrong angle, and he could feel his bones every time he breathed, and yet he refused to die.

He would not die to the very thing he was trying to comprehend.

Round 3/?
Attempt: Escape from under Edric!
Defense: None
Injuries: Probably a lot of bones broken (including and not limited to: ribs, a back leg), bleeding side, burnt toes- it aint lookin good for you, purity, is it?

(gm tagging!)

Fur sizzled and flesh burned, yes, yes, YES!

Lam went wide-eyed with glee, still tottering toward the brawl. The shaggy tusked-beast flailed onto the even shaggier long-tail, and Lam—the little monster he was—took this as a grand opportunity to take one combatant for himself. Spreading damage around was fun and all, but if he could focus? Even better.

So, the pot-bellied monster made his way over (with a bit of stepping in his own superheated bile and shrieking for good measure) and grappled for a hold of Edric, so that he could twist and try and haul the boar off for himself. The cat wouldn't be any fun if he was squished and dead! Lam wanted the best opponent this moment could offer, and obviously this prickly thing was just that, having defeated two others.

@Edric @Purity

Edric shrieked with a guttural laugh, reveling in the sounds of snapping bone and screaming cat. The gashes streaming blood from his own flanks were irrelevant, as was the gouges that dripped stinging Oil into his eyes, turning the world into a blur. The pain was unimportant, and only added to the dizzying high of violence. He was POWERFUL! He'd CRUSHED THIS PATHETIC WEAKLING! And now he'd DEVOUR--

He let out a noise somewhere between a boarish grunt as a whine as he was wrestled away and Purity wriggled out. "NO!" he cried, thrashing in Lam's grip. "I WANNA EAT HIM! I WANNA DEVOUR!" Teeth gnashed as he tried, in vain, to land a bite somewhere on Lam's body. Oh, how he longed for flesh! For fresh blood to flood his mouth, for tusks to puncture that fragile-looking hide, for MEAT TO DEVOUR! Edric snorted wildly, twisting and turning and snapping at the air like a rabid dog. No, no, where was the BLOOD he needed?!

@Purity Round 4/?
Attempt: take a bite out of Lam (the SECOND!)
Defense: so high on chaos he doesn't care
Injuries: torn up face and hindquarters

Violence burst out behind him, and the feline's mine screamed in panic. Chaos surrounded him. "GET AWAY!" he yowled, hobbling up to three limbs and clawing at the ground. The blood in his ears blocked out the sound of fighting and the adrenaline-dampened pain in his limbs, in his side.

He was going to die.

Wheezing out Oil-blood, Purity booked it for Canis's exit, trailing blood from his lame, broken limb and his torn ribs, scrambling and pushing for the altar. He could not die. He would not die. He had to- chrysalize, he had to stablize..!

The altar. He had to get to the altar, those beasts behind him be damned.

;exit unless stopped, purity will chrysalize at the altar (thus his consequence later on!)

Oh, let that cat go! "EAT ME INSTEAD!"

Lam hollered as the boar thrashed about, making his grip loosen, "IF YOU CAN!!!" Because, obviously, he was uneatable! Unbeatable! LAM THE SECOND!

While bristly hairs tickled him and chafed his hide raw with the sheer intensity of Edric's flailing, the monster was struggling for a decent enough grip to send his head downward for a good chomp. His claws and points were clear and bloodied already with just touching his opponent—it'd be no fun if he accidentally injected poison and his opponent just died before the battle had really begun, would it... ?

Grapple, grapple, and there... ! Lam opened his mouth wide and (very intelligently) sent the guillotine down for whatever part of the boar was nearest to his cone teeth. A leg or some shoulder, perhaps?

@Edric

'EAT ME INSTEAD!'

YES! That was EXACTLY what Edric wanted to do! Sink his teeth into that fatty, pale flesh! FEAST upon Lam's bloody tears! If he could just.... land... a... BITE!

All caught up in the thrill of chaos, Edric was not being vigilant about defense. Hadn't been since the fight started. So he was entirely surprised when, instead of chomping down on dragon flesh, the dragon chomped down on his flesh. "AAAAHHHHERRRRGIOOOORRRRGHHHH!!!" he wailed as teeth clamped down on a foreleg. The oil dripping down his face might as well be tears and not blood, for all the hysteria Edric was currently experiencing. "RAAARGHHHHUUUUUUUBBBHHHHGGGG!!!" Words were beyond him at this point. All he knew was pain, and oil, and the chaotic urge to DESTROY LAM.

Eating him hadn't worked yet, so how about tenderizing that dragon meat first? Edric flailed wildly, organic hooves and marble foreleg alike lashing for whatever was within reach.

"YES! YES! SCREAM!!!" Lam howled into Edric's foreleg.

And, just three seconds after that muffled-by-a-pillow-sounding-scream, chunk of marble kicked straight into the valkhound's gut. A strangled sort of "hurkh—!" managed to escape his mouth before his windpipe was momentarily caved in via hoof. Conical teeth broke away from the boar's flesh, but Lam continued to feel the fury of a thousand cured and smoked suns upon his already very tender flesh (thank you very much.)

"OUCH," he shouted unceremoniously amid the miscellany of shrieks and yelps he was emitting.

Then came the retribution from where the beastie was half-curled on the floor, covered in bruises and puncture wounds from pointy hooves: a yowled "STOP!" and a stream of fire exploding from his mouth for punctuation.

Apologies for the delay!
@Edric