That was the last thing Shaheen had heard before she found herself thrown off of Shik, whom she'd been attacking moments before, and found herself alone. Where had the others gone, and what was happening here? Her glowing amber eyes narrowed, the feathers of her head dress rustling as she spun in a slow circle, taking in her surroundings. There! What was that? Something seemed to be appearing, forming, something distorted and bright taking shape. It was...A war vaisel? It appeared to be one only something about it was off, the colors wrong, and it was almost hard for her to focus on.
When it spoke, the voice was all too familiar, however, and quiet growl issued from her throat. It was telling her that they needed each other, that together they could be more powerful, that alone she was weak. Weak.
"I am not weak." She snarled before bounding forward, landing a smack across the others face with her paw.
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Shaheen
Element: Fire
HP: 18 (-2 for one shard)
Status Effect: trust issues
Damage: 1 + 2 (for keyes) = 3