WINDCLAN...2! ╱ WHET THE AXE ´ˎ˗


UGH. He moved!! Now there was hair in her mouth! She spat it out with an audible "EW". This guy was getting on her nerves. He had a big mouth, she was going to shut it for him.

His paws were coming down to pin her, but she quickly rolled, positioning herself under him in just the right spot to attempt to dig her claws into his belly and rake them in a flurry of strikes.

She couldn't lose... But if she was going to, she would at least give Jaggedoak a world of pain. She couldn't let him get out of this and just shake off the pain like it was a few scratches. No, she wanted him to suffer.

@JaggedOak

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"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

Her swiftness once again thrawted him, his heavy slam impacting against soft sand as pebbles scattered from the sudden weight. She was under him now and his eyes narrowed down at the bit of orange fur he could see. The molly was quick and slippery despite her size, maneuvering her legs under him in an attempt to score slashes across the sensitive skin of his belly. But he was used to this. Windclan was full of cats smaller then he and Jaggedoak has had plenty of practice against ones using his size to their advantage.

Not wanting to back up and give her an opening to his neck and face, the large brown tabby decided to disengage from the tussle they were in. Muscles bunching, the tom made a movement akin to a standing pounce as he propelled himself over and away from his adversary. The sting of claws sliding along flesh was an all to close reminder that, if he hadn't moved with purpose, those knives would have sliced his stomach open. Upon landing a tail-length away from her, Jaggedoak whirled around in a frenzy.

❝ What happened to that big mouth of yours?! Fish scale stuck in your throat or MY TEETH!?! ❞

He wouldn't let her speed be used to escape. He had to cripple her, to tear a ligament or make her bleed enough that she'd feel dizzy. While she was hopefully still on her back, the tabby tom lunged straight for her exposed throat, a yowl emanating from his own. If successful, he would clamp down hard, hoping to cut off her breathe and make her fear for her life. He was not looking to kill but to constrict her breathing for long enough to wind her before letting go and backing off. She was quite the opponent, and they had just started their fight. In all honesty, he would enjoy leaving her alive to brawl against another day!

Current HP: 17/20 (No damage)
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//OOC: @Redpath! Rolled a 3 for Defense (against 2) and a 3 for Attack
//TLDR: Avoided the belly scratches by pouncing forward and away from Redpath. Turns around upon landing to lunge and go for her throat to cut off her breathing and scare/wind/tire her out before backing off
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They say nothing in response to the other apprentice. They don’t catch every word, but they can take a guess at what the other is saying. They have no more words for such a foe, someone who is so obviously in the wrong and knows it—their lip curls in a sneer, shifts into a smug grin when blood from the other’s chest splatters onto their own fur.

Their shadowy foe moves too quickly for them to jerk their paw away from the next attack. They let out a half scream, half snarling noise, strangled by their own panic, when they feel teeth sink into their paw. There’s a tug, a jerk, and then they’re on the ground. They can’t catch their breath, panic fogging up their mind for a few desperate seconds of their struggle—then manage to turn only so that they can aim a swipe with their good paw at the other’s neck as they topple to the ground.

They don’t even get a second to breathe before they’re being battered, sharp kicks to their chest, their ribs, their stomach—they can’t tell where anymore, for a moment they can’t even tell up from down, left from right. Their head is spinning, mouth hanging open in a drawn-out yowl. Finally, they manage to gain enough awareness to aim a few slow, powerful kicks at @RAVENPAW.'s stomach. I’ll kill you if I have to.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​
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She growled as he evaded her attack. UGH. Before she could even right herself, jaws clamped down on her throat and began choking the air out of her. A brief flash of terror struck her. Was this it? Was she going to die here, like this? No. She couldn't. She refused- she had to break free somehow. Things were just starting to look up for her, she had found love again. She felt joy in not feeling an empty hole in her heart. She wasn't ready to leave her friends behind, her clan.

She just couldn't! She would fight with everything she had to keep living. If she died here, she would torment this tom from the stars.

With a strangled growl, she kicked out with her hind legs in an attempt to batter and scratch at his face in a bid to get him to let go.

"Y....OU SCRAPE....TH...SCALES....OFF FIRST.....STUPID!"

Not everyone did, but with the bigger fish she always scraped as much off as she could. Damn things always got stuck in her teeth and she hated it.

Just like this guy. She was going to give him the same treatment, she swore!

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"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

Teeth found purchase in fur and skin, the drip of blood flowing onto his tongue and overflowing his taste buds with iron. The large tabby stilled himself, all to aware that he could thrash and tear to deal more damage to such a precious area. All he wanted to do was put the fear of dying by his fangs into the fish eating mongrel. To show that this was what Winclan could do when their fellow warriors were murdered in cold blood.

Jaggedoak dared glance towards her eyes in this moment, seeing the worry swim in the shades of orange and blue before it seemed to switch. The rage bubbled back up in her features, a snarl of words gasping out with whatever air she could muster past his grip. He only had a millisecond to move and with her speaking, she was more likely to make him tear her open more. The tabby pushed back as planned, releasing his grip as he felt her hind legs kick out in a flurry. One of them kicked past his cheek, the movement reverberating through his whiskers as one was ripped out. The other would have found purchase, if it hadn't been for it catching the air in which his right ear used to be. Before the horse had bitten it off. How ironic.

The second set of kicks he wouldn't let land. Focusing in on his next target, Jaggedoak would move to the side of where she aimed, then immediately lunge forward to crunch down on her extended leg before she could pull it back. She sure did like to kick with them a lot. If successful, he would yank and tug, pulling her by it a few paw steps to try and cause more damage. Maybe if he twisted it just right, or pulled it with enough strength, it would take her out of the fight.

Current HP: 17/20 (No damage!!)
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//OOC: @Redpath! Rolled a 4 for Defense (against 4!!) and a...4 for Attack xD
//TLDR: Barely avoided the kicks (she pulled a whisker out), before side stepping and lunging for her leg. Plans to pull and yank to maybe try and sprain/dislocate and tear a bit through skin
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She gasped for breath as soon as he let go of her throat. The relief was short lived, as soon as she even began to move his jaws clamped down on her hind leg and pulled. A crack and a pop sounded, followed by her pained yowl.

Stunned from the near paralyzing pain that shot through her now dislocated leg for only a moment, she curled inward with a wrathful screech.

With claws extended, she aimed to dig them into his face and shred what she could. Anything to make him let go of her leg.

She was livid. She couldn't lose this way. Needed to get the upper hand. She needed to think...

@JaggedOak
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It works. That was all Ravenpaw could think as they toppled to the ground. A paw sliced into his neck, but claws tangled in his thick fur before it could get worryingly deep. Ravenpaw did not know how close to death he had just come. His shoulder slammed against the earth causing him to mutter in pain and open his jaws to let Gravelpaw's paw go. On the ground now, he grit his teeth and pummeled furious kicks into Gravelpaw's sensitive stomach. He could see nothing but the white of their fur and hear nothing but the pants of his own breath.

"Get out, get out get out!" Ravenpaw grunted, feeling the brunt of Gravelpaw's hind legs kicking into his own stomach, hind claws scraping dangerously into his belly while his ribs were battering. "Get out!" He screeched, lunging his head forward to attempt to grasp Gravelpaw's neck scuff and shake him while his kicks attempted to continue, growing weaker as he slowly took damage from Gravelpaw's counter-kicks. The dark-furred RiverClan apprentice was a glass cannon.

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The RiverClanner is screaming in their face, and oh, the rumors are true. The river cats are fish-breathed. Freaks, they think—and then they are struck by the memory of being small, tucked between motherly paws, the scent of fish in the air. They know. They know. But she deserved it, didn’t she? Lynxtooth had good reason. And Gravelpaw is a WindClanner through and through, no matter their origin.

They flick their damaged ear, sending blood droplets arcing through the air. "Fine." They shrug, the movement barely perceptible with the way they’re still locked on the ground with the other. The kicks to their middle are growing weaker, but now their scruff is caught between sharp fangs, their entire head being shaken back and forth with the force of it. They cast a panicked glance around; the battle is still raging around them, WindClanners and RiverClanners clashing in various states of bloodied and beaten up. The wounds in their stomach ache, and they can feel the blood painting their pristine white fur. With a grunt, they attempt to kick out with both hind legs, hoping to escape the other apprentice’s grip. If successful, they will scramble away from the black-furred cat, retreating back a few paces away from @RAVENPAW.


// if they escape, it’s a fake out! they’re definitely just going to turn around and attack again
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​
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"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

The satisfying sound of a pop barely reached his ear through the rush of adrenaline and the chaos of the battle around them. Her yowl pierced the veil, one of agonizing pain and rage. That sound was all he needed to hear. Jaggedoak released his grip on her hind leg and moved back quickly, just in time as her claws swiped across his brow. 'She keeps getting way to close but that leg should keep her down.'

But something in his stomach told him she wasn't the type of stay down. The molly had a fiery spirit as bright as her fur and he was sure she would move to stand and get another attack in. As much as he wanted to fully get out of her range then and there, the large brown tabby instead gave a loud snarl, teeth flashing at her as a foreleg lashed out towards her head. His claws were sheashed this time, only planning to give her a good swat in the same area he hit before.

Whether it hit or miss, Jaggedoak would yowl down at her, teeth bared and fur fluffed out to make him look even bigger then he already was. ❝ STAY DOWN!! ❞ A warning. He was not looking to kill today. To take another life that wasn't the molly that had caused all this. And the brown tabby already may have crippled her by the judge of that pop. He was no medicine cat but when a leg hangs like that, it's never a good sign. Maybe their healer was good enough to fix it. Part of him hoped so, so he could face her in the next battle that was sure to come.

Hoping she listened, the tom would step back, watching her carefully for a few paw beats before his senses started to sort through the fighting around them. There were sounds of paws contacting bodies, yowls of pain, Riverclanners screaming at their opponents to leave. To get out. The scent of fish and wheat mixing with the overwhelming smell of iron from the blood that tainted the sand underfoot. As long as Redpath stayed down, the brown tabby would take the chance to look away from her. To check on his clanmates.

Rising to his full height, Jaggedoak swept his gaze across the chaos of the battle. There were so many moving parts, it was almost hard to pick out his clanmates. Black and grey caught in a tussle to the side, Sootstar's own sister taking on a tortoiseshell, a calico attempting to land strikes on Wolfsong. He could even see Firefang and Strawmoon, such fresh warriors, entering the fray to take on the extra riverclanners that were arriving. Sootstar would be proud at their ferocity.

However, what caught his main attention was the lead warrior that led them here, Sunstride, and the fact that he had two of those fish mongrels on him. ❝ Two against one? Lowly bottom feeders... ❞ Jaggedoak locked onto the skinny tabby slinking along the lead warriors back side like a snake and made to move in that direction with intent to interfere. However, this left him fully open to his previous query....

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//OOC: @Redpath! Rolled a 3 for Defense (against 3) and a 4 for Attack. Giving you Advantage (Roll 2, take higher) on your next Attack Roll for him turning away!!
//TLDR: LONG SORRY! 1. He let go and backed up just in time to dodge. 2. Went for a no claw head smack (the attack roll) to keep her down. 3. Backed up and started to look around 4. Saw Snakeblink double teaming Sunstride and is moving to intercept (won't happen don't worry)
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How long, he wondered, would he have to hold out in order to see the dawn? Ravenpaw was set on living through this invasion. His opponent was not much bigger or more experienced than he, so he believed his chance of survival was good. Growls rumbled in his throat as he gripped and pulled at Gravelpaw's scruff fur, the muscles in his hindlegs screaming for a break.

Finally he heard Gravelpaw's voice and a single kick that knocked the breath out of Ravenpaw forced the apprentice to let go of the black and white cat's scruff. Ravenpaw staggered to his feet, feeling his shoulders cave in and nearly collapse. He craned his head down, hackles raised as he coughed and sputtered. The blood that welled up in his mouth from the wound on his lip was nearly choking him. Wheezes left him as he foolishly stumbled away, eyes drawn toward his paws, unaware of Gravelpaw's trickery.

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Hazel eyes narrow as @RAVENPAW. staggers off, eyes cast to the ground. He isn’t looking at them anymore. He’s giving them an opening, one last chance to take him down. They’re weakened, hobbling along on three paws, blood dripping from their stomach and staining most of their face, their chin, their paws. Their breath comes in pants, heaving breaths that burn their lungs. RiverClan isn’t like SkyClan—this fight is harder, despite their ambush. Despite their day of rest, versus the other clan’s entire day of work.

Without warning, they burst forth, aiming to rear up and slash their good paw across the inky feline’s face. They aim for the eye, but their own vision is obscured by the blood that drips from their head wounds, and their balance is off without the aid of their fourth paw. "Die!"


// gravel will take any non-fatal attacks from ravenpaw & will retreat in my next post !
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​
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"nothing but pain on the edge of a knife"​

His enemy showed themself quickly, and before he knew it he was staggering backwards with his head ringing from Strawmoon’s strikes. The young tom shook himself before barrelling towards them, aiming his claws for the mouth with the plan to drag down through the jaw. Pine’s heart was pounding with as much fear as excitement. Cindershade had prepared him for many things, but the rushing blood in his ears was something that could only be learned by experience.


//attacking @strawmoon ​

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She was reaching her limit, she knew she was. But these rats couldn't keep running free in their camp. They had to be sent running back to their precious leader who hadn't even joined them on the battlefield. She growled in frustration as her claws missed their mark again. She was getting tired of this. She just wanted him to bleed, and she was the one bleeding!!!


Jaggedoak was right in thinking she wouldn't stay down. She struggled to rise onto three legs without hurting her dislocated one any more than it was. She wouldn't go down so easily. She would fight until she couldn't anymore. She saw him raise his paw, and she prepared to bite it as it got close. One wrong movement however, shot pain through her injured leg and made her falter, and his paw connected with the wound on her head.


It was enough to send her to the ground, vision unfocused by pain. She'd never been in pain like this before. She could barely see straight. Stay down, he demands.....Who does he think he is..... So arrogant to turn away from her. Did he think she would obey?


What a fool. His arrogance would be his undoing. As soon as he looked away from her and began to move away, she sprung up on her good hind leg and one foreleg to compensate for the injured one and screeched as she aimed to drag her claws down his face.


"WE AREN'T DONE YET!!"



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He doesn't see the attack coming until it was too late.

Ravenpaw screamed as a bloodied paw swiped across his face, snagging into his eyelid and tearduct and ripping down across his face. It split over the bridge of his nose, thankfully large enough to stop the assault from getting too far. Ravenpaw pulled back, hackles raised as he staggered again to the side. He blinked rapidly, panting. Through that wounded side of his face, he could see blurred shapes and the mottled figure of the cat that had just maimed him.

"Go back to where you came from!" He howled again, reaching forth no with no reservation as he reached for Gravelpaw's face to attempt to slash his paws into it as well. Anything he could touch was fair game, curling in his toes in hopes to rip fur out. He was far too blinded and angry to try attacking anywhere else. Anywhere else didn't matter. He wanted the apprentice's face scratched just as his own.

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Their hit lands, but does not kill as they hoped it would. They think they’ve managed to catch his eye, though—good. Perhaps it is every dark RiverClanner’s fate to lose half their sight. They hope that the wound is deep enough. But they don’t have the energy to gloat, with their red-tinged vision blurring every few moments. They don’t see the other’s swipe coming until it’s too late, claws shredding at their face. Pain lances through their cheek, just under their left eye—the shadowy apprentice missed their eye by what feels like a hair’s breadth.

They cannot stay in this fight. Their opponent is so close to being done for, but they too are hardly standing, bleeding from numerous wounds. They won’t retreat—if they withdraw from this fight, it is a tactical move, one made in order to defend their clan. They weren’t able to kill their foe, but maybe that’s not an awful thing. They will remember his face, bloodied and scarred, when their clans face one another in battle again. If he lives that long, at least.

Shaking their head one last time in an attempt to clear the blood from their sight, Gravelpaw spits, "This isn’t over, pondscum. Watch your back!" And then, they turn and stumble off as quickly as possible, weaving in between fighting cats in hopes of finding a safe spot to collapse. They’re tired, and they’re far from anywhere safe as long as they’re on RiverClan land. They need to get back to the bridge before they lose too much blood.

// out!! @RAVENPAW.
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Her expression slips, and though she verbally denies him an answer, Wolfsong hears what isn't spoken. "No, of course not," he says, smiling slightly. "Can any speak for StarClan's chosen?" Of whom Sootstar is one, though they all seem to protest it. If they made a mistake choosing Sootstar, does it not stand to reason their other decisions could be equally flawed?

How is it they would so doggedly pursue Sootstar for flaws their own leaders are guilty of?

But he does not ask her these questions. She is still a child, and one determined to fight him. She charges him head-on, leaping for his face, but he evades in a roll that shifts his wounds painfully. "You must be more formidable in the water," he says dryly. One day, she will be a fearsome opponent to face, but today, she likely remembers every battle fought with a cat not her mentor. There are very few distinct memories for Wolfsong. Repetition blurs most of them.

He could have lunged at her back after his dodge, but he is reluctant to truly engage with her in bloodshed. He tells himself it's to stroke her ego, that she should walk away with few injuries to boast of her skill. I do not lie to myself as well as I do others.

//@iciclepaw
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"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

His paw had just left the ground. His gaze had just zeroed in on his next target before the mass of orange fury moved in his peripheral vision. He barely had time to react, turning his head back towards the screeching molly that refused to just stay down. The tabby would quickly regret that decision, though, as those claws, that were so quick in hooking their slippery prey of the river, landed their mark down his left eye.

The entirety of his left eye's vision went dark as claws hooked against his brow and raked downwards. Jaggedoak's yowl called out, his head instinctively flinching backwards from the pain. With wild frenzy, his forepaw strikes out to connect with any flesh or bone he could land on through the dark blur of sight, stumbling backwards afterward. The same paw comes up to rub across his eye and nose, attempting to wipe away that blood that continued to drip and flow over and into his eye.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT! The bitch blinded me!' His thoughts were frantic. He tried to force it open, but the fresh wound was already refusing to work with him. Whenever he felt he saw a sliver a light come back, red dripped downward and forced him to squeeze it shut once again. His mind reeled, for the moment lost. Would he lose his vision completely? Did Vulturemask know how to deal with eye injuries? He remembers Nettlepaw and thinks of Wolfsong. They've both been able to adjust but he was never good with change...

More movement came from his good side, and he willed himself to prepare. He couldn't dwell on it in this very moment. He still had the culprit to deal with. Whirling around, the tom fluffed out and hissed loudly at his incoming adversary... He was going to beat her down! He was going to break every bone and pop every socket, so she couldn't stand back up again!

Current HP: 11/20 (Full Damage!)
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//OOC: @Redpath! No Defense roll against a 6 for attempting to leave! Rolled a 2 at Disadvantage (for Blindness) for his attack roll. Giving you Advantage (Roll 2, take higher) on your next Attack Roll for him being mentally distracted by the hit and turning away to wipe blood away.
//TLDR: Took the full hit over his left eye! Lashed out in the initial darkness (Attack Roll: 2) before stumbling back. Is wiping his blood away and panicking a bit, giving Redpath one more opening for an Advantage attack
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A force crushes in on her, her sprint broken by the collision she’s pulled in like a fly in a trap. A frustrated growl permeates around her, she’s in a precarious position fangs piercing into the fur and flesh above her shoulder where hardened muscle lay beneath. Her opponent she can hardly make out in her peripherals as her head whips around, she catches blonde fur the scent itself of the Tom is hard to distinguish the camp is swarmed with the stench of the fish eaters mixed with the blood they’ve already spilled. Her opponent however doesn’t matter, she just takes pleasure in knowing just who she’s going to beat into the ground but it wasn’t a necessity.

Right now the only thing that roars in her mind was a simple objective; get him off.

❝Your clans days are numbered you water loving savage! ❞ she yowls, the pain is minimal there’s too much adreinaline pumping for her to fully feel the damage he wrought upon her shoulder. It isn’t horrifically deep but it’ll be enough to make her remember him for days if not more.

His paws hang around her gripping her yet they grip too close, she sees an opportunity. She just needs him to loosen his grip somehow someway and she thinks she’s found a way. Her neck cranes down jaws opening; she’d attempt to bite hard into one of @DogTeeth ’s paws. ​
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Her claws met flesh and she revelled in it. Finally, a good blow against this bastard. She didn't blind him, she hated the thought of tearing an eye out. She didn't want to see an eye out of its socket, thank you! A mercy she likely wouldn't receive herself, but still.

She was still in a frenzied rage. She didn't think winning was within possibility with her leg like this, so she would just have to do as much damage as possible.

"You should know better....Than to turn your back on an opponent." She hissed as she watched him try to wipe the blood from his eye.

Without further words, she lunged for him again with a vicious growl in an attempt to bite down on his neck and dig her claws into his shoulder.

She needed her other foreleg to compensate for the hindleg that hung limp from her hip, else she would be going for his face again.

If she was going to die here, she was going to leave a mark. If she couldn't break him, she would bleed him. Bleed him until he couldn't stay conscious anymore. Then she would be faced with the option of mercy, to which she would deny him.

Windclan came here to kill, and she would not show them mercy.

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"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

Jaggedoak felt sudden weight against his side, wobbling on his large paws but keeping his footing in the sand. Pain burst like fire against the side of his neck. It trailed like rivers through his mountain of fur, piercing skin and slicing through. At first he attempted shake her off before he realized he was basically holding her up. With her limp leg and the other helping keep her balance, the earthen tabby could feel her upper body pushing down on him.

He tried to look towards her, even attempting to force his injured eye open to get a better look, but couldn't as the swelling of the scratch kept it closed. The growl that reverberated through him was one of frustration, annoyance, and rage. Pawsteps were made to the side, stumbling as he tried to swing in a circle to get a grip with teeth or claw but not being able to find purchase with how she placed herself. His tail lashed and the movement cause her own weapons to dig a bit deeper.

This little dance was getting ridiculous!! He needed her off and with a sudden lurch, the tabby stopped his movements...until. ❝ GET!! OFF!! ❞ The tabby started to tilt away from her, hoping to lift her one good leg off the ground and have her dangle for only a millisecond before... ❝ YOU!! STUPID!! FISH-BREATH!!! ❞ The direction shifted and he suddenly pushed off with one side and threw his entire weight towards her now.

The earthen tom was planning to roll her over like a monster would on the thunderpath, squishing her against the sandy hollow they fought in before he would continue his momentum. Hoping that the move finally dislodged the molly, Jaggedoak hopped back onto his paws and turned back to his opponent to face her during her next move. God, his eye hurt and the roll did not help as dirt and sand clung to the blood that blocked his vision. But he couldn't get distracted again. He would have to wait to clean it when he was home, back in the moorlands where the stars shone so brightly.

Current HP: 10/20 (1 Damage)
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//OOC: @Redpath! Rolled a 4 for Defense (against 5) and 6 for Attack!!
//TLDR: Redpath's hit landed, clinging herself to his side! Jaggedoak's attempts to get her off are unsuccessful before he decides to just roll over onto her to have her let go (Attack roll: 6). He's left standing and getting ready for her next attack!
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