(ACE) The LOSTLORN Team

Kinah nearly screamed in anger as the Weavile once again had her pinned. Where did the bitch always get this much ice?! Didn't that move run out at any point? Struggling against her biding Kinah went utterly still when those claws trailed down her abdomen, shuddering at the implication of being diced up while helplessly held down. It was just so....disgraceful.

The ice type once again began prattling about killing her former companion back in Iccirus and Kinah was nearly lost to her rage. Punching and biting at the ice around her stomach the Mienshao tried to free herself but to no avail. She couldn't get enough leverage to do anymore than crack it. When the crazy bitch started going after something in the bushes Kinah decided this was her chance. Using her Hidden Power she allowed the fire to surge around her, somewhat melting the ice but the ring around her wasn't her target. The Weavile was.
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Sil didn't answer so the Zebstrika took it upon himself to try and get the kid. Pushing off of Sil he forced himself to move forward, reaching the small black kitten in what felt like forever. Thankfully the Weavile was still distracted but sadly it was because she was enthralled with Kinah. Nudging the kitten with his muzzle the equine tried to help her to her paws all while keeping his good eye on the fighter. She was in trouble... Just as she was about to go for Kinah, though, the Weavile got her attention pulled away by something in the brush. While he didn't want anyone else getting hurt trying to help them he didn't want to waste the opportunity. "Get to the doe, kitten," he whispered, nudging the Purrloin towards Sil. "She will keep you safe. Wait with her and I will be right back!"

Using the last of his energy Cassius charged for the Weavile, breaking past her Dark Pulse and going around her to stomp the ice around Kinah free. Once the Mienshao was back on her feet he gave her a wink and took off back towards the girls, leaving the fighting to the ones capable of doing it. Before he got too far, however, he made sure to shoot a passing word to the Haxorus. "Thank you, but please don't let her die!" he pleaded, hoping that the female was strong enough to help protect his friend while not dying herself.

Kinah, while thoroughly pissed at Cash for his stupid stunt, was happy to be free and once again summoned her Hidden Power. "Come on you frigid bitch!" she hissed. "Let's see what you look like on the inside!" And with that she unleashed all the hellfire she had within her to try and melt the Harbinger.

"Thank you, but please don't let her die!" the injured Zebstrika pleaded as he staggered past her. "You needn't worry, dear. Now get yourself to safety!" She herself was finding it hard to stay on her feet after that Dark Pulse attack - her body carried a dull ache all over, but she steeled her resolve to either redeem herself by helping her new allies or die trying. "Quickly now!"

While her gaze fixed upon the battle in front of her, she did not notice that all the commotion had attracted more unwanted attention. Behind her, an Alakazam lurked in the darkness, its burning eyes watching her hungrily. It sprang out, jumping onto Rhonda's back and wrapping one arm tightly around her neck. Gasping as the psychic fox squeezed her trachea, Rhonda barely had a second to react as the undead creature hissed in her ear, "You ... coming with me!"

"NOOO--" Rhonda screamed, thrashing her head to try and shake the beast off, but it was too quick for her. In a blinding flash of light, they were both gone.

"Well-" The skuntank begins in an irritated tone before a shriek cuts through the air and effectively his attention. It was close, too close...and thrashing within the forest by something large. Just his luck to find a survivor only to get an undead nearby. One that could take down something large it seems. Getting off the jolteon below his paw he takes several steps towards the source of the sounds of struggle before sending a sharp eye over his shoulder.
"Get out of here kid, I'm about the friendliest thing you're gonna find in this forest, but if you got any brains you'll go the opposite way."

Leaving the electric type to decide for herself what to do, Marvin takes off. Initially his bounds are fast to push his bulk through the forest. As he travels scents drawn to him by the wind fill his nose. He had only heard one scream, but there must be at least three, four, five? He couldn't pinpoint how many, but there was a whole group and plenty of blood to stench up the place. 'They probably won't even need my help if there are that many of them.' He thinks to himself with a rueful smile. Fine, he worked better alone anyway, however...it was always better to know what lurked in the forest around you. 'Just a look, no promises.' Slowing to a careful trot the poison-type creeps closer. Although his form is pushed down until his underbelly is close to the ground his movements exude the confidence in his abilities. Each step is deliberate as his eyes search for what his ears and nose have already found.

Then it comes into view. Immediately he thanks himself for his decision to sneak as he did. Within a nearby clearing a rather frenzied and wounded meinshao looking ready to blast the next thing that moved.
"Come on you frigid bitch!" The fighting type spat. "Let's see what you look like on the inside!" A quick glance from the skuntank's hiding place reveals to Marvin several equines, one in much rougher shape than the other and an odd feline of a species only faintly familiar... None of them really looked big enough to generate the cracking and thrashing noises he had heard, but if the weasel was taunting an ice type then someone was missing--
Flames erupt from the white and purple form of the meinshao and the skunk takes cover behind the trunk of a tree in front of him. Though the move was not aimed for him the maneuver happens instinctively at the sound of the blast. The stench of death was strong in the area, it rose above the smell of flames and smoke. Whatever was here, whatever had damaged this group must be rather powerful and as full of rot as they came. Though the question became, where is it now? Purple ears prick straining to hear the sounds about him. His ears would be a more effective first warning system than his eyes. A fire churns within Marvin as he prepares a flamethrower within the back of his throat least whatever ice type it was decided to turn back, fight, and came his way.

Weavile screeched as the flames surrounded the wounded Mienshao, the heated tongues lapping at her as she scrambled away, hissing at the audacity of their very existence. The world was to be covered in ice! Beautifuly cold and desolate wastelands were meant to cover the globe, snuffing out the warm bodies that inhabited it and leaving them all frozen monuments to the glory of ice. These fires mocked her very purpose and she would destroy the one who possessed them. Weavile's eyes narrowed dangerously as the ring of fire was unleashed, only narrowly making it behind a rock to shield herself from the worst of the flame, just in time to see the Haxorus get snatched away by one of her lesser brethren.

"NO!" Weavile shrieked, racing for the already fading pair. "That was MINE! Give it back!" Her leverage against the fighting type was lessened with the loss of the dragon's reminder of how the female had failed her last friend. Now she had to find a different way to get at the bitch who possessed the fires of hell, and with the anger left behind from her last taunt it seemed it wouldn't be an easy task. She could only hope the scents she caught in the bushes would make up for what she had lost and give her new meat shields to play with.

The Harbinger began firing off random Ice Beams in every direction, knowing that at least one was bound to hit something and she would be able to drag it out into the open. No more hiding, these warm bodies were going to feel the chill of her claws as she drained them of their life blood, drink in their fear as she pulled out their hearts and watched as the heat faded from their lifeless forms. Nothing was going to stop her. Nothing.

It was too much. Too much. The pack of liepard and purrloin was one thing, but this rampaging insane weavile? No. There was no chance she'd be able to land a hit, much less help defeat it. Sil had found herself slowly backing away, her momentary courage failing her. She wasn't a fighter. Not really. For all her weight-throwing and tossing malnourished, muzzled dogs around, she was a coward. A wallflower. Fucking scared. Her eyes followed the heroic Kinah, who threw herself at the demon, fighting with all her might despite nearly dying a few times. Cass even was trying his best, and he could barely stand. And where was she, the supposed leader, the one who had brought them here, to this hellhole?

Cowering behind a thicket.

Watching.

Not helping.

Guilt stabbed at her like the weavile's claws rendered her friend's flesh, ripped at her throat and chest, but still, her legs refused to go forward. Why couldn't she help the pokemon that were putting their very lives on the line for each other? For her? Why couldn't she reciprocate that? What would they think if they spotted her fucking hiding in the brush, watching this maniac murdering them?

What would Hannibal say?

The thought caused her breath and throat to hitch, her mind playing various words from his muzzled lips, jeering her, condemning her. And you condemned me for such cowardice, his purr sounded just behind her, her ears playing tricks on her frayed mind. While they bravely fight for their lives and your own, you're here... a simpering, trembling, precious little fawn. Aren't they terribly important to you...?

Sil hadn't been aware she'd been weeping until a hard, choking sob caught her breath, every extremity shaking almost too hard for her to keep standing. But with her legs locked, she kept her balance, if only just. She didn't want to answer, but the Hannibal in her mind pressed for one. Of course he wouldn't let a question like that go unanswered. "...N-No... I..."

No? the spectral houndoom interjected, mock surprise lacing his words. She felt him slither around her, wrapping his coils around her chest and throat, pressing her further. Look at your beautiful coat-- still shimmering with winter's palate. You haven't been harmed. You had such bravado before, but now... Now that the others are almost dead, you're realizing your window of escape is closing. You're always so sure when you know you can win... She could almost feel his funneled breath on her cheek, his forked tongue tasting the charged air around her. There... even the dragon flees.

Sil's head jerked upward, catching the end of the haxorus' flight. Her eyes widened further to near comical proportions, her stomach dropping into her feet. With only a wounded precious few left...

Escape... his voice echoed in the back of her mind. They won't make it. They can't chase you for answers when they're dead. They'll chase you for your meat.

She backed away another stride, the fear gripping her. What if they fell, and the weavile came after her? She would have no hope... No... They're already dead, dear Sil... he purred. Already dead.

There was no choice. She turned, heart breaking, and ran as fast as she could in the other direction, never looking back.


[[Leaving post; since the Hannibal talking here is just a figment of her imagination, I thought it would be ok-- but if it's not, Snitch, then I deeply apologize. It was just the best thing I could come up with.

I hate leaving like this.. but I have to slim down on teams. So, it's been a blast, everyone. Until next time.]]

Cassius couldn't believe it. Here he was, going as fast as his injured body would let him to get back to Sil, and his one good eye could only watch in horror as she turned tail and ran. Fucked right the hell off. The Sawsbuck didn't even spare him a glance as she ditched his battered ass and went for safer grounds, leaving them all to their deaths with a psychotic Weavile. How could she....how could she just leave?! "FUCKING BITCH!" Cash screamed after her. "TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!" The Zebstrika was livid, beyond redemption, howling at shadows now in the vain belief that the harpy who spurned him could still hear his rage. The hollow space in his chest carved out by the flighty deer left only more room for the hate to burn and the rage soon consumed him like a wildfire.

What the fuck did he have to live for now?
Nothing.

Turning away from the small kitten he stomped towards the ice type, firing her beams of frozen fury in any direction that suited her trying to hit some unseen thing, but it was no use. Even when one of the beams pierced his shoulder he broke his way through it, the massive shard splintering from the force and leaving a three foot long spike embedded through his body. But still he pressed onward. His fur soon began to glow with fire, dancing around him in angry spirals before exploding all around him, supercharging his adrenaline and making him roar with anger. He pushed towards the Harbinger with all his might determined to kill the bitch and chase after the one who left him to die.
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Kinah was having a hard enough time dodging the flying ice bullets but to see Sil, Miss Action, turn tail and run was certainly not the distraction she had in mind. It made her sloppy, nearly getting impaled by one of the flying shards only to see it bury itself into Cassius. The zebra was in a blank rage, eyes empty and soulless as he marched forward. The fighting type couldn't move as the anger and rage rolled off of Cash in waves, crashing into her and making her think twice about trying to stop him even in his injured state. He was not a man to be messed with and the Mienshao certainly wasn't going to try.

Right now, he was as dangerous as the Weavile.

    Her whole body tingled in pain, pelt bristling as she gingerly stood with the help of the Zebstrika's nudging. She looked up to the dark snout. "Get to the doe, kitten. She will keep you safe. Wait with her and I will be right back!" the Purrloin gave a firm nod, looking around her surroundings for the pale ivory antlers of the cervine. Spotting the very tips behind a nearby bush, the feline dropped to her stomach and quickly crawled towards the thicket, averting her eyes from the battle and hoping she wouldn't be detected. She shouldered through the branches and leaves, but her eyes widened in surprise.
    "Wh-" Lulu stammered, searching around the area for any sign of the grass-type. "Wh-Where did she go? I swear she was just here I-" she could hear the hooves of the Zebstrika nearby, his voice a roar in her ears.
    "FUCKING  BITCH!" she winced at the words. "TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!" fearfully she poked out her head from the leaves, watching as Cassius stomped forward and towards the Weavile, a beam of Ice cutting into his shoulder. The feline shuddered, hiding herself deeper into the thicket as she watched the equine trudge forward.
    "Oh gods," she whispered. "He's going to die..."

At seemly a drop of a hat the weavile came into Marvin's view, obvious and hideously infected, and lost control. Ice beams were released left and right from the beast with seemingly little to no direction or control. The shock of the sudden attack triggers the skuntank into firing off his flamethrower through the bush he had been hiding behind and straight into the clearing towards the harbinger. The bush he burned through sizzles and sparks around a blackened hole through its center. With no point left in hiding, the poison-type bounds out into the clearing. Leaping and sprinting to the sides to avoid the barrage of incoming attacks.
"TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!"

The outrage of the zebstrika catches the skunk's attention. Sparing a glance from the weavile he catches sight of the voice's owner. A large, wounded striped equine. Although he can't fathom what situation prompted that it doesn't really matter to him. Other pokemon's personal business was there own. What -did- concern him was the damaged electric-type's headlong charge at the icy beast. When the ice attack struck the equine directly, leaving a huge bolt of ice in his shoulder, Marvin visibly tensed. Nothing was stopping this horse from getting himself killed in hopes of getting one more move in! Not a chance that I'd be able to get any close combat moves in there with him running wild! Determined yet to end this confrontation here and not with his back turned elsewhere in the brush, the skuntank charges another flamethrower from where he stands on the edge of the battle. The heat and flames rise into the back of his throat and burst forth from his maw in a short blast. Any continued stream would ensure that horse got himself thrown into his stream during his mad dash.

Glass watched as the scene unfolded. When the Weavile threw it's Dark Pulse, The Disaster Pokemon jumped into the fray. The Absol landed neatly, watching as the shiny Sawsbuck fled. Glass caught Cosmic's growl of disgust. That however was the least of their problems. The Zebstrika grew into a raging dash, charging at the harbinger. What a fucking idiot! He's going to kill himself in his rage! As she watched, a white glow of a Razor Wind sparked up on her scythe. Letting the move build up, she watched the Weavile, and the charging Zebstrika. Rearing up, she swing her head sideways, sending the white crescent scythe of wind and light towards the duel type.

Cosmic darted out beside Glass once she had thrown her Razor Wind, his paws shimmering with shadows. The Moonlight Pokemon's silver rings glowed in anticipation, watching with a studying eye. He watched for the perfect moment to strike, but quickly changed his mind on what attack to use - Dark Pulse would be no good. Opening his jaws the vulpine built up a shadow ball, eyes narrowing as he waited for the moment to strike. Jumping into the air, Cosmic shot his attack, hoping the catch the harbinger off guard and hit it from above with a Shadow Ball. "Lets have some fun shall we?" The dark type muttered, a sinister grin flashing across the Umbreon's face as he watched.

Cassius finally saw why the Weavile kept attacking random foliage. A couple of morons decided now would be a good time to show up and interfere with a vendetta. As they unleashed their attacks the Zebstrika himself took, blocking their path to the Weavile before turning to them with a deadly glare. "Keep out of this if you want to live!" he hissed venomously, fires still swirling in unbridled rage around him. His body was swollen and bruised from the force of the Shadow Ball, certain a rib or two was broken, the Razor Wind had found the previous talon slashes from the Weavile's claws and fresh blood was slowly coating his hind leg, dripping steadily onto the ground below.

"She's mine."

((Short post is short. Needed Weavile but at least he is closer to his death. Three more posts Weavile and he is free to kill.))

"Keep out of this if you want to live!"
Marvin stops abruptly, his eyes large and disbelieving as he watches the zebstrika throw his life away. That idiot! He's blocking our paths--! Even with the fire engulfing the striped equine the skunk would have to be blind not to notice how much damage he's taken. Bruises, cuts, and fresh blood coated the enraged pokemon's body. What does he have left? One hit before he crumbles like a fall leaf?  "She's mine." Flexing his claws into the dirt, the skuntank reluctantly bites back any more attacks.
"Fine then, kill yourself! I'm not backing down because I'm worried about my safety though!" The poison-type spits out as the striped equine continues charging forward. "Lets have some fun shall we?"

Turning his head around, he gets his first real glimpse of the other new arrivals. He had seen their attacks fly into the elecrtic-type as he blocked them all for his own private vendetta session. So...an absol and an umbreon duo and an odd umbreon at that. The sinister grin it wore didn't escape Marvin's notice either.
Heh, looks like the fun for us is over. He pauses briefly to take several steps back in case the battle expands.
"It's his own funeral and hopefully it's that thing's too." Marvin adds with a snort of disgust as the harbinger's vile, decaying odor hits his nose once again. His eyes once again drawn into the battle. Given his condition versus the other things it was likely it would live while he would not...there was no way he was getting caught with his attention turned elsewhere by those blood-soaked claws...

Of course that damn Zebstrika would be a fucking pussy and commit suicide. "You fucking idiot!" Glass hissed, snarling at the electric type. "Keep out of this if you want to live!" Okay, now that just pissed off Glass even more - probably not a good thing. "Oh I'm sorry? Why not get your fucking head out of your ass and get a fucking clue - that bitch will fucking rip you to shreds!" Glass growled, getting ready to tear the electric type apart herself.

"She's mine." Cosmic joined in on the disgust at the Zebstrika. "I'll admit, you got balls, but it's no use of you fucking throw it away! I'm out of here!" Cosmic growled, nudging Glass. "Fine then, kill yourself! I'm not backing down because I'm worried about my safety though!" Cosmic nodded at the poison types words. "You're right. Have fun with the lunatic, we're off." Cosmic said, beginning to turn away.

"It's his own funeral and hopefully it's that thing's too." Glass stared in disbelief at Cosmic. "Whoa! What the actual fuck Cos'? We're not going! That makes us just as much cowards as that sawsbu-""Enough!" Cosmic snarled, making Glass shut her mouth. "I may hate cowards, but it's a death trap staying here. There is a difference between a coward and someone who knows when to quit." Cosmic growled, bounding off. Reluctantly, Glass followed, sending a glare over her shoulder before dashing after Cosmic, the two bounding away from the fray.

((OOC: Leaving Post~))

Weavile scoffed at the pathetic doe as she ran for the hills, the weasel also giving up the fight in favor of the now raving zebra. The Harbinger grinned as she witnessed his warmth, the very essence of his flesh splash to the ground after taking not one but two attacks meant for her. He kept crying how she was going to pay, that she was his to kill, but the ice type could see the frost forming in his veins. He was giving himself over to the cold and that made him worthy of a special death.

At her claws of course.

Eyes glinting with danger she made her move, using the distraction of the arguing pair to get under the equine and within an instant her Ice Claw was deep in his underbelly. His screams of agony filled her ears with the loveliest of music but her face still held a grimace as the warm sticky insides began to dangle and slap against her arm and face. Hissing in offense she jumped back out from under the beast and began clawing at her own face, screaming. "Off! OFF!!! Get this filthy heat off of meeeee!!!" She didn't want to feel its embrace as it coated her purple fur and seeped down to her rotting flesh, didn't want to feel as it made her chilled bones ache for the days when she would lounge in the sunshine. It felt disgusting.

As her claws raked down her own arms she saw the flesh upon them wrinkle and schlep off like a wet rag, suddenly fascinated by her own bone white arm. White...and cold...like the icy wonderland which she so cherished. Yes! That was how she would fill the world with cold! Not with her ice beam! But with the lovely glint of frozen bones splayed across the continents like glittering gems! Oh how lovely of the Zebstrika to help her in such a way! Yes! He deserved the best death now. Her special helper...her little prize.

"So lovely..."

Cassius hadn't seen the purple creature until it emerged to yell at him, nor did it seem the Weavile had. But she was ever so aware of him, if the icy plunge into his gut told any story. Cash cried in anguish as he felt his stomach punctured, the wet slop of his organs as they slid from between his ribcage and out onto the Harbinger herself making him nearly vomit. He thought he could take whatever she had, he was already in so much pain he hadn't even felt much of the attacks he took to keep the Weavile his own, but this was a new kind of pain he had never experienced before. His insides were outside his freaking body and his brain was rocketing pain signals all across his body and starting to send him into shock.

Cash felt his legs go numb even as the Weavile freaked out and rolled away from him, scratching and clawing at her own body for some reason. It was then he realized that he couldn't make out words, just muffled garbles as though he were listening to her from underwater. When his vision started to double the Zebstrika couldn't help but find himself wretching onto the ground, knees falling into his own sick as he collapsed from the lack of blood. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him now. Sil had abandoned him, Kinah was in bad shape, the two he yelled at fucked off and the skunk wasn't in eye shot. Alone and barely able to breathe much less move Cassius wondered if anyone would notice that he was dead. Once the Weavile was done with him....would anyone even care?

    The little Purrloin could only watch in a mixture of horror and fear as the scene unraveled. To the Zebstrika's aid three Pokemon had come out from the bushes, but the equine didn't appreciate their sudden appearance. Two of the Pokemon, an Absol and a Umbreon, fled the scene, and the feline watched as the electric-type foolishly faced off the Weavile alone. It wasn't long before she heard an odd sound, something wet, that she focused closer on the zebra, and realized what had just happened.
    "Oh," she wheezed, her body shaking as she inhaled. "Oh...god...." the earth beneath him was stained a deep red, a bloodied Weavile flinging herself away from underneath him as his intestines slid out and fell. Lulu felt nauseous, shuddering as the equine proceeded to vomit. "Oh god...oh god oh god oh god..." She was going to die here if she stayed. She was going to die a horrible, agonizing death if she stayed. She was going to end up just like the Pokemon before her.
     Without a word the feline immediately turned, beginning a mad dash as she sprinted as far away as she could; tears streaking down her face and breath growing shallow. She had to get as far away from that Weavile as possible.

[ooc: leaving post!!]

"I may hate cowards, but it's a death trap staying here. There is a difference between a coward and someone who knows when to quit."
Marvin watches as the umbreon and absol take their leave. This was a mess and could end only one way in the skuntank's mind. Until he hears a wet smack and shriek of the Zebstrika he doesn't move. Sure, he's seen and heard about some ghastly things since this whole mess started, but this made every fur on his pelt prickle.

This was escalating even quicker than he had anticipated...that thing had sliced that poor bastard open without even a second thought...Then, as if on the flip of a switch, the undead turned on itself! With sounds and swipe so terrible you'd think it was fighting another monster, but there was only thin air in front of it. That, and all the torn flesh and blood that it peeled and shredded from its own hide like a knife through butter. And it could do the same thing potentially to me... The thoughts made him tense every muscle. He felt no true companionship for the now fallen zebstrika..it felt cruel to leave, to run, like everyone else. But, well,...the world was cruel now. Better most of them escape then to all fall to this beast because he had something to prove.

The poison-type opens his mouth to say something. Something witty, something to comfort the other as he fell to his death bed, but there were no words. He didn't even know him! Slowly closing his mouth, he clenches his jaw, turns and flees into the forest surrounding them. Whatever that thing is that used to be a weavile was, it would be done with the equine soon and he sure as hell didn't want to be the next nearest body for it to play with.


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She didn't care that they left. Prey was easy to track when scared, leaving obvious trails and the heavy stench of fear behind, she could wait for them. Her current toy remained and that was all that mattered. She had promised to give him a glorious death to thank him for showing her how to purge the world of the wretched warmth that plagued it. All would be white, ice and snow blanketing the pristine bones she would leave scattered across the regions, a winter wonderland.

And it would be hers.

Raising her shredded arm the Weavile pointed her elegant claws at the neck of the Zebstrika, tracing the curves with a touch as light as Beautifly wings, and allowed herself a small smile. "Honored? You should be, for showing me. The ice that rests in all bodies shall become the new world." Carefully she pressed one of the long digits into his skin and watched as the crimson liquid within began to drip and trail down the claw, fascinating her for a moment. His soft whinny of pain brought Weavile back to the present and she pressed it in further, delighting as he began to whimper and wiggle, knees buckling out from under him and bringing him crashing to the ground. He struggled to get her off which only drove her claw in deeper. And deeper. Until her very paw touched his skin and the tip of the razor sharp appendage could be seen poking out from the other side.

With a sinister laugh she pulled her claw out as swift as lightning, delighting in the scream she ripped from the horse after the shock registered. With a happy grin and delighted chuckle she began to stab him again and again all over his body, testing what spots made different sounds from the fallen equine. It was like a game for her and the most honest way she could show her appreciation to the zebra. The fact that it was fun was only a bonus.

They all left him to deal with the Weavile. Everyone did. Sil, the kitten, the dragon, even the idiots he didn't know where there fucked off and the only one who stayed by his side was Kinah. He'd given her quite a bit of grief when they first met but it turned out she was the most loyal. The only one who was, actually. Even though she struggled with her own injuries he could see the fighter making her way over to try and help him, despite the earlier calls he made for everyone to stay away. She called his bluff and hopefully the Weavile wouldn't notice.

"Honored? You should be, for showing me. The ice that rests in all bodies shall become the new world."

Only half listening the Zebstrika turned his gaze back to he weasel and struggled to get away from the claw digging into his neck, the sharp claw breaking skin and making his struggles even more desperate. But it seemed to only encourage the ice type because before he knew it her entire claw went through his neck and came jutting out the other side, the blinding white pain bursting behind his eyes and making him feel like he was about to die just from the agony. But then she ripped it out and he realized that hurt more than the stabbing. He cried and pleaded but the Weavile just bounced around him and shoved her claws in repeatedly, everywhere she could reach, and before Kinah could get to him Cassius was on the group crying and rolling in agony.

Kinah couldn't stand to see the torture anymore and leapt at the Undead with her Acrobatics, hoping to distract her and get the psychotic bitch away from the guy. His blood was seeping into the ground all around him, forming a dark pool of crimson staining his coat wherever it touched. He looked like death was already forming a grip and she wanted to try and get him away where she could help him. But if she had to carry him then it would require defeating the Ice Queen first.

Sending a Drain Punch towards the Weavile Kinah found herself at Cassius's side and knelt down, paw pressing on the larger neck wound to try and staunch the blood flow. "Can you stand?" she asked quickly, eying the Harbinger warily. "No..." he muttered weakly, barely able to lift his head to her paw. "Shite. Guess I have to do this the hard way then." Standing between Weavile and her fallen companion the Mienshao took a defensive stance, one paw turned toward her opponent and giving her the briefest of gestures.

"Bring it."

((Next round is last round Weavile, knock Kinah away (can be injured but not permanently) and kill Cassius since she will be going to a new team after this. Thank you for all your hard work!))

Why? WhywhywhywhyWHY?! Why did these useless heat bags always have to make everything so difficult? Was it really so complicated for them to just die and give up that blasted warmth so that she might have her wonderland? It wasn't so much to ask!
But no....

That fucking Mienshao just had to get up and get in the way again. She stood in the way of Weavile and her prey and had the gall to call her over? HER?! Like Weavile was going to just come sauntering over like a fucking dog? Unbridled fury had the ice type Harbinger's muscles twitching, her eyes glowing a demonic red as a sneer split her face in two. She raised her bone arm up to her face and licked the still dripping crimson from the dagger-like claws and raised the middle one up to the female. The fighter seemed to take offense but didn't move so there was no choice but to move her by force.

Summoning up as much energy as she could the Harbinger of winter shot out her most powerful Ice Beam, sending it crashing into the face of the equine and covering his muzzle completely in inches thick crystalline water. It was his muffled cries for help that distracted the ermine and Weavile wasted no time in using her Dark Pulse to knock the fighter off of her feat and summoning a Shadow Claw to bat her yards away. As she loomed over the suffocating zebra Weavile couldn't help but let out an eerie chuckle, pleased at how alive his eyes were even as his chest heaved for air that couldn't reach his lungs. From the angry gash she left in his gut she could see the swollen organs twitching and pounding for some kind of relief but the ice was too solid and no air could pass through. She watched in delight as his eyes finally rolled up into his head and his body went still, the last bit of his life draining out into the soil and cooling on contact.


Finally. Blessed chill.


With a satisfied grin Weavile marched over to the fallen Mienshao and grabbed her by the neck with her fleshless appendage, dragging them face to face as she made her claim. "Winter will be mine," she spat, letting her claws dig dangerously into the throat of her captive. "Interfere ever again and I. Will. Kill. You." With that she slammed the fighter's head into a tree and left the unconscious remains to drop gracelessly to the ground in a heap, kicking it once for good measure before walking over to her prize. "What a lovely sculpture you'll make..." she cooed, immediately settling into her task of scraping the flesh from every square inch of bone until nothing remained but a scratched and battered skeleton. Quickly freezing it with the last of her ice Weavile giggled happily before stepping back to admire her work.

The frost and bone formed perfectly together to make an ice sculpture glorious enough to rival any human creation, the blue ice reflecting off of white and yellow bone to give off a macabre beauty only she could see. In this way he would last forever, and so would her wonderland. Shooting one last glance to the fallen female she fought back the urge to kill her too, wanting someone to admire her beautiful piece, before slipping off back into the trees from where she came to hunt down the ones that escaped.

He certainly hadn't seen that one coming. Out of all the blood and pain the Weavile seemed so intent on delivering the fact that she would choose suffocation as her method of ending him seemed bizarre. But nonetheless here he was, his lungs struggling to bring in air when only cold filled his nose and mouth, the ice so tight around his muzzle not even a wisp of air could seep through to his relief. The Zebrstrika whinnied in fear as he felt his heart racing, his chest heaving rapidly as his vision tunneled, knowing for sure that he wasn't making it out of this one. As his vision turned to darkness his mind began to wander, reflecting over recent past and distant, the collective of his life seemingly unimpressive when compared to his death, he felt a angry calm wash over him.

His mind centered around one picture, a green doe bathed in silver, her eyes as she took in his beaten form and turned round to leave him to his fate. She left. Fucking left without so much as a word. After it was her fault he lost his eye, her fault that the Weavile was attracted to them, her fault that he was stuck like this....she had the gall to run for her own life. Bitch. He cursed her name and even as he felt oblivion reaching him Cassius knew he had one last thought to push out into the universe.

'Sil...you traitor...I'll see you in hell.'

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Kinah couldn't even move fast enough to block the ice that rapidly enveloped Cassius's face. He struggled and cried out in agony as the chill robbed him of his very breath. He struggled for a bit but she was more preoccupied by the Dark Pulse that suddenly swept her off her feet before a hand of pure bone wrapped around her neck and dragged her up. "Interfere ever again and I. Will. Kill. You." the Weavile spat, Kinah glaring back tired yet defiant. "Fuck you..." she groaned painfully only to be rewarded with her head meeting a tree behind her and succumbing to the concussion.

She had no idea how much time had passed by from the time she was knocked out to the time she awoke but the pain flaring up as she tried to move certainly indicated to the Mienshao that she certainly was alive. Everything hurt, even her brain, but she struggled to her feet anyway. At first all she could make out where shadows, concern flaring in her as her eyes failed to adjust. She groped behind her and found a solid tree trunk, gripping it and pulling herself to a sitting position to lean against it as she tried to focus her sight. Eventually shapes started to become more apparent, trees and the ground, nearby plants and rocks, but most everything distant was still a colorful blur. The most curious being the large blue and white object sitting in the middle of the battlefield.

It took nearly an hour for her head to finally clear enough, the blood vessels in her eyes receding and allowing for more clear images if still a bit grainy around the edges. Kinah decided to try and get up, making her way over to the strange blue object to try and get a sense of her bearings. She didn't smell the Weavile anymore so she hoped the psycho had merely thought her dead and took off but still kept her hearing alert to see if there was any chance of the bitch trying a sneak attack. As she got closer to the blue object, however, the fighter stopped dead in her tracks and tears glistened freshly in her eyes. It wasn't some random ice attack that had been left from the battle....it was Cassius. Stripped bare of all flesh and tendon all that stood now was a skeleton wrapped in ice like a frozen statue. The only indication that it was her former friend at all being the multiple lacerations from the Weavile's claws and the deep gash over one eye where the roof had collapsed on him.

"Cassius...." she whispered sadly, paw trailing down the face of the sculpture, silently apology feeding her tears as they fell down her cheeks to the ground. She was the only one left. Everyone else had either fucked off or was already dead and now she stood alone in the middle of a field of death. Again. Bitterness crept into her heart as she thought of Sil abandoning them, of the stubborn monochromatic horse and his bravado, of the ones who tried to help but failed. Why, again, was she the only one strong enough and smart enough to make it out? Why was she always alone when these things happened? Clenching his fist on the smooth surface of ice she pounded once, half-heartedly, but knew even if she did get him out there was no point. There wasn't much left to bury and the male always did pride himself on his beauty. Fresh tears burning again she pushed herself away, looking to the sky to the world turning orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. With nothing else to do and no one else to go on the fighter pushed forward, hoping the next place would be better.

But that hope was a bitter pill to swallow.