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Date Posted: 20:55:27 03/21/02 Thu
Author: Korats, Spirallas, demons, a Dragon-Snake, Raptors, Heifias
Subject: Abruptness...

The arrival of the Heifia pack, after nearly an hour of excruciating battle, is a blessing to the weary Korats. A staunch line of demons forms to block the two forces from uniting, but Egnaro swiftly dispatches enough to let the Heifias shove past and begin to ravange the enemy. Malf and Parat, both wounded to the point of near-death, remain unconscious. Tasahk staggers as two Raptors leap upon her ebony self, ripping one's head off then jerking in surprise as a hindclaw rips through her throat. Bright eyes widening, she stumbles backwards, before another kick slices clear through her spine and she collapses, lifeless before her bloody frame slumps to the earth. Jisz, now alone in his defense, howls his rage and shoves the Raptors back by sheer brutal force. -Julo!- The prideful cry for help brings the younger, slimmer red bounding back to the other's side, viciously decapitating Raptors or otherwise maiming them.

Redwood bellows, the roar shaking the very trees. After an hour of raw battle, she does not tire. Her icy gaze takes in Tasahk's death, and in her heart she knew it would come. Reds are built for endurance... blacks are not. Even slender-for-his-colour Julo falters, though youthful arrogance keeps his blood running enough to save his life. Egnaro the Swift is no more than a blur, still, untiring and relentless, slaying anything within his reach. Ruthlessly, the Original springs onto the back of a Raptor, two longclaws snapping its spine instantly and off she goes again, to slay another.

The Heifias, a small pack but of sufficient number to wreak havoc, keep their attention to demons and the few remaining Spiralla, only fighting Raptors when the mad beasts attack. The Dragon-Snake hovers, his huge head swaying from side to side, but a crystal-clear bugle inspires dread in all the enemy force gathered. Immpossssiblle! the reptile hisses in shock, rearing up a dozen more feet to take a look around him. Redwood seems beset by a roar of laughter, her stocky frame vibrating with her mirth, though she pauses not in her battles. -Redwood! I am come!- The deep, brassy, masculine voice bellows easily and a gargantuan shadow appears at the edge of the wood. Glowing silver orbs are the only definable feature of the six+ foot Koratian shade, and Redwood roars a welcome. -Took you long enough, Drael!- To any Terolian who talked with her son recently, they would have heard report that Drael, the Original's mate and Akartis' father, was killed. To any living being who looks now upon perfection given Koratian form, they would laugh at such a claim. Mortal he may be, but Black Drael is invincible.

The male springs from the shadows in which he stood for a mere moment, letting loose a roar more terrible to hear than the very wrath of the Creators themselves. At sight of the Korats, Heifias, and even the piddling Terolians, the enemy quails. Julo's arrogant voice rings out into the sudden silence. -Run while you can, Evils, for I and my packs shall hunt you down!- And indeed they run, all Raptors left disappear speedily into the night. However, not one demon nor Spiralla lives to run, and the Dragon-Snake hovers, hissing as Redwood advances on his coiled form. He strikes in desperation, rightly reading death in her blue orbs, but she does not move. It takes a moment for the fatal wound, the pain of it, to reach the reptile's brain, and it is only for a moment that he feels the agony, before his wedge-shaped head slams lifeless on the blood-soaked ground. Redwood snarls her approval and Egnaro lands gracefully from his attack-leap.

Immediately, the tension and battle-fury dissolve at the touch of the nightwind, bringing cool, moist, deliciously fresh air to sweep the taint of death from the victors. Julo turns uneasily to peer at Malf and Parat, and with a howl announces Parat's passing. Malf, however, is a strong black, and still lives, though barely. A small shadow of a Korat, a young and rather tiny black female, slips from the eaves of the forest and begins to tend the male's wounds. Julo grins -he knows nothing of healing- and celebrates in the Heifian way, howling and warbling and participating in rough muzzle-shoves. Jisz shakes himself, wounds etching his thick rust-red hide, but before he can move towards Redwood, he sits and lets his Original greet lost comrades.

"TFD! By the traitorous Daka it's good to see you!" A hearty thwap of the tail blade punctuates the hearty statement, and Redwood shoves the Kumayaki with a thick snout. But then, the red moves to greet her mate, and a surprisingly tender nuzzle is exchanged before the usual gruff Redwood-greeting of a tail-punch... using, of course, the flat of her blade. Drael merely growls his approval, grinning, and bending his muzzle to mutter something only she can hear. Snarling a laugh, the red nods, then moves back to TFD, sending an appraising glance over the rest of the Terolians. Lowering her voice for the Aya's ears only, she mumbles, "Well, your Terolians did better than I thought they would." She adjusts her voice to normal, loud volume, "Have fun, did you?" Drael strides over, muscles playing under his glossy blue-black hide, to confer in gutteral tones with Jisz.

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