The First Battle

[Jenn]

It took Jenn a bit longer to get back to the battle than she would have liked, she hadn't realized how far she had chased Aladdin. The bloodbath was still roaring as she returned, her lack of strength that had waned from the one attack was returning.
The angel circled the skies above the battle, scanning for a target.

Her eyes found Nasira, attacking what Jenn assumed to be a freedom fighter, who didn't seem to be able to fight back.
"That's not exactly fair, now is it?" she muttered to herself, raising a brow.
In a flash of feathers, she dove for Nasira, firing a ranged attack at the necromancer to get her attention away from the other girl. Once close enough, she swung out with her blade as she passed her, before landing not far from her and flaring her wings.
"Hello again," she chuckled mockingly.

[Clopin]

Before his scythe could find its target, Clopin felt the hilt of the weapon get dragged down by something heavy.  The interruption of the scythe’s swing threw Bob off balance, and to keep from falling, he slammed his hooves into the ground, pivoting in the direction where the scythe had been pulled.

Clopin snarled with anger, frustrated at the fact that the hound dog had allowed Aladdin to escape, like the coward he was. As much as the gypsy king loved his two dogs, this one had gotten in his way.

With a swift motion, the end of the scythe was yanked out of Copper’s mouth, and Clopin moved to smack the dog on the head with it.

Assured that he had hit his target, he turned Bob around to go towards the necromancer, in case Jenn needed help. He knew that the angel was plenty capable on her own, but it didn’t take much for Clopin to guess that Nasira was a powerful magic user.

He could practically feel her aura.

Bob could feel it too. He nervously stared Nasira down, but pressed on, knowing that he had to leave his fear behind.

“You there! Necromancer! We are your opponents now!” Clopin announced, readying the scythe for another attack.

[Nasira]

Hikaru fell on her back. Nasira chuckled. "Aladdin's gone," she said cruelly. "You bet on the wrong horse. I have always said that the Freedom Fighters were cowards. Looks like somebody wasn't paying attention!" 

Hikaru got up and tried to limp away. "Where are you going?" Nasira jeered. "Home? By all means, let's go! I think Crow would be very happy to see you again." She waved her hand, cognitively sending a dark strand of magic to grab hold of Hikaru's hands. "Be a dear and sit still while I go call back my ghazis. Unlike some, I don't leave my people behind." Ouch.

Suddenly, the line snapped in two, and Hikaru was immediately freed. "AH! NO!" Nasira yelled futilely. Something - no, someone from above had cut the wire. The necromancer tried to pursue the fleeing traitor, but her path had been blocked. Nasira's dark eyes widened. Rogues! The winged woman from before and the king himself, Clopin Trouillefou, had put themselves between the necromancer and the runaway.

"Get out of my way! What's it to you two? You're Rogues!" Nasira pointed out. "One less Freedom Fighter! It's win - win! If you want to try your luck with me, fine, but at least have the sense to let a common enemy die!"

Just as soon as she had said that, Nasira grimly realized that she might as well be talking to a brick wall. The Rogues hated the Blackblood Legion more than the Freedom Fighters, and she had been wounded. They most likely saw an opportunity to get rid of a powerful enemy. 

Nasira stood her ground. "So be it then." She lunged, flinging an array of dark magic at the closest one.

[Kula]

"Dead, dead, dea -- ACKTH!!!" Kula's mocking chant was interrupted by a smack to her throat. Her windpipe screeched its pain to her body, forcing her to recoil away from Kopa with hissing chokes. The breath wheezed into Kula's body as her eyes wandered, and she squinted her displeasure at him with a snarl, one paw up to her throat to protect it from another hit.

"Fehck... That was a dirty shot! Not fair!"

[Kopa]

Kopa made a lunge for her. He felt anger course through his limbs as he made a lunge to pin Kula. "I'd say it was fair" Kopa snarled as he hoped to pin her, not kill her.

[Kula]

Another lunge, another hit. With outstretched claws Kula snatched at Kopa's limbs again, her face a snarling mask as she met his momentum like a wall struck by a train. She crumpled to the ground with him atop her, kicking out with her hind legs. The leather armor encasing her turned to discomfort as the embellishments were dug into her flesh by the force of Kopa pinning her.

Oh, she was not going to let this pass. He might not have been aiming to do serious damage, but she certainly was! Glancing down the captured lioness began to kick and writhe, trying to rip at the male's stomach with the claws of her hind legs.

[Kopa]

Kopa managed to duck her kicks and noticed something glint red. He looked at it confused. Was it blood? No, it was too furry. What was it? He loosened his grip slightly, doing it very unconsciously.

[Deleted]

His large weight collided with the smaller female, claws trying to dig into her flesh. His jaws parted and he snapped at the flesh of her neck or whatever he could get a mouthful off. Their bodies tumbled across the dusty surface around them and Khan found himself trying to keep her under him. He raised his paw high into the air and swung it down towards the white tiger's face, his intent to cause the same damage if not worse than the hurt she had dealt him. He had no want or will to hold back on his assault.

[Deleted]

The dust from the sandstorm whipped against his pelt harshly, green hues were narrowed trying to look for an opponent amongst the chaos. The winds made it impossible to hear over, but he was thankful as it started to dissipate. A flash of what he assumed was blue past him, the scent of an enemy lingered on it. Teeth bared and he lunged for the smaller feline, claws extent with snarl. He didn't care who it was if it was an enemy he would deal with it.

As far as he was concerned this became a matter of life and death the moment the first attack was thrown out. It didn't matter what side started it. "¡ven aquí, cobarde!" He roared. "I won't let you get away!"

[Copper]

A low growl rumbled in Copper’s throat as he continued to try and jerk the scythe away from Clopin. His body jerking backward as he lowered himself into a downward arch. He had been vaguely aware that Aladdin had managed to get away from his attackers, but where he’d gone after that was unknown to the hound, not that it much mattered at the moment Copper had his own problems. Making to give another pull, Copper’s hold on the weapon was suddenly wrenched away from him making his teeth ache. A snarl pulled at the canine’s lips, but before he could do anything, a sharp pain erupted from the top of his head. Letting out a yelp, Copper back-pedaled a few paces and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the irritation. He wasn’t sure what happened, but that really hurt! Once he was able to look up again, he saw Clopin speeding away on the horse thing and inwardly cursed, a growl bubbling in his chest.

Suddenly, a loud whistle cut through the air, drawing the hound's attention. Copper’s ears perked and his head jerked around toward the source of the sound. What he saw before him had him blinking in confusion. The creature looked kind of like a dog, what he could see of it did anyway, but it certainly didn’t smell like any dog he’d ever seen before.

“Here boy.” The creature mocked, clicking her tongue.

Copper was many things, and gullible was not one. Still, something about this creature had him on edge, and he could feel his instincts telling him to turn tail and run the other way.

He did the exact opposite.

Letting out a series of barks, Copper lunged after the creature, unknowingly playing right into her game.