A Mission of Epic Proportions

[Kopa]

Kopa was in mid-leap when suddenly, a painful shock went throughout his whole body. It hurt like no other! Oh jeez. Ow! Suddenly, he was flown backward, and he slammed into the sand. "Ugh," he grumbled, dazed, his vision getting blurry and his blue eyes going out of focus. He tried to regain himself, but it was a failed attempt, as he was in to much pain to concentrate. He managed to have enough strength to look at Genie. It actually took all of his strength. He was being cornered. He groaned loudly, and even though it was to get their attention so Genie could escape, it was also because he was in a lot of pain. Then things started to get blurry and he couldn't keep conscious anymore. He went unconscious, then went limp.

Genie heard the groan and looked over. Oh no! Kopa was knocked out. He didn't have time to get him though, as he was being surrounded. He needed to get help! He needed to get back to Canada to tell and warn the Dawnseekers. Hopefully, Kopa could hang in there until help arrived. Though he wasn't sure how long that would be for. He wished he didn't have to leave Kopa alone, but he didn't have much of a choice. If he stayed, they'd both be captured. Or worse, killed.

He turned back to the to females advancing toward him and said words most others in his situation wouldn't say. "Yall ugly, I'm out! See ya suckers," he said, tauntingly and teasingly coming into reach of Nasira before pulling away. Then Genie poofed back to Canada. Poof. He made sure Nasria nor anyone else could follow his trail.

His last thoughts before poofing were this. I hope Kopa is going to be okay. All that was left was blue smoke, as the last teasing gesture. You can't catch me!

[Tabs]

“The valiant and heroic Freedom Fighters everybody.”

An unnatural presence stretched over those in attendance like a dark shadow. The strange form was somewhat distorted by the heat raising from the sand, with the exception of four squares that glowed of neon blue. The voice was somewhat digitally garbled, making it more striking from the creature’s typical voice, which he tended to be able to keep clear.

Tabs’s hooves lifted from the sand and he floated like a specter toward the scene, his hands clasped behind his back. As he came closer, it could be seen from his expressions he was amused and not displeased by the events at all. The jinn’s choice to flee like a coward and abandon his weaker comrade so readily… ah, the propaganda against these fools just about wrote itself!

“Ahem,” he cleared his voice, restoring it to its normal creepy-twinged pleasantness, “I would have arrived sooner, but I was waiting for my third coat to dry.”

He lowered his lids and revealed a clawed hand that was coated in jet black nail polish. He held the pose for a moment, playing it straight, before chuckling and closing his eyes, making an expression akin to a content cat.

“Jokes,” he thrilled before raising as if lifted by the seat of his pants, giving a focused stare at the poor beast left behind, “Now then, what shall we do about this, friends?”

[Kula]

Surprisingly the red feline didn't rise to the bait that Kopa spat back at her. The tassel of her tail lashed back and forth in a concentrated frenzy of twitching as she tensed, smirk firmly in place. Muscles tensed and twined along her shoulders and spine as she watched the younger male pace and spit.

Had Kula guessed what actions would be taken when Kopa leapt at her? It hadn't been a sure thing -- baiting him to pay attention only to her and give someone else an opening -- but the trap laid sprang shut with a flash of dark magic. As Kopa's body slammed to the sand ivory teeth gleamed in the dull light of the day, Kula's smirk widening to a nasty grin. She well hoped that his last sight as consciousness faded was her approach, lazy and slow and full of triumph until she could stand over him.

"_{Nighty-night, Princey,}" She hissed quietly.

Like a cat in the cream Kula curled her tail around her paws as she sat, leaning over Kopa's still form. Dark mischief danced in the mismatched eyes as the lioness peeked over her shoulder at the eldritch creature above, sparking with intents of the most malicious nature.

"I want him." Predator fully brought to the front she returned her gaze to Kopa. Her hunger for flesh -- for blood and pain and vengeance -- was a carnal enough thing that it forced Kula to pause and lick at her lips, swallowing against her need to salivate. "I want to know where the rest of his little rat's nest is. And," Kula's touch was almost loving as she brushed a tuft of mane from Kopa's forehead, exposed claws grazing through his fur as she stroked one closed eye. "I bet I can convince him to show us... Exactly where we need to go."

[Tucker]

Tucker limps forward towards the now unconscious body of Kopa giving a growl of disgust, brown eyes turning to look upon Kula giving her satisfied yet pained grin. “Let’s get this guy to the dungeon, unless you wish to-Ugh-end this now?” He grimaces as he turned to look towards Agrabah, just a tiny speck in the distance. “Someone is gonna have to carry or poof me back to the palace. The bastard got me good” teeth grit together with pain.

[Nasira]

Nasira did purse her mouth in distaste, but she did not deign to reply. Not that it would have mattered. The blue dijnn had made himself scarce, the coward. He did not take Kopa with him. The necromancer stared at the spot Genie dissipated from in undisguised disgust. What kind of person leaves their own comrade behind? Small wonder the Freedom Fighters fell, she thought contemptuously. No loyalty.

Nasira raised her eyes to the sky for a moment, suddenly frustrated. If she had heard the overseer's insolent quips, the vizier gave no sign of it. She had more pressing matters to contemplate. What were they doing here? The Freedom Fighter army had been decimated two months ago. Hardly anyone in the Pride Lands escaped the massacre when the rebels were defeated. A handful of them had escaped on flying ships, and the Blackbloods all hoped they'd have the sense to stay away and save them the trouble. This had been their first sighting since then. They had not been seen on Blackblood soil since - Nasira refused to let her mind go there, but she felt herself grow angry.

"I want him. I want to know where the rest of his little rat's nest is. And I bet I can convince him to show us...exactly where we need to go."

The vizier turned and quickly conjured a portal to the dungeon. "I'll hold you to it. Take him," she commanded Kula, all lightness gone from her tone. She looked away stiffly, maintaining an aloof dignity of the stern. The matter was finished. Through Kopa, the Blackblood Legion will find the rebels and destroy them as if they had never been. 

"Someone is gonna have to carry or poof me back to the palace. The bastard got me good."

As if to expel him from her mind, Nasira zapped Tucker, sending the German shepherd to Morren.

She watched Kula drag Kopa away, feeling something akin to pride in her chest. No doubt Kopa regretted his transgression before losing consciousness, Nasira thought. In a while he was going to regret it even more.

The End