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Scythe let out a growl of his own as the skinwalker seemed to nearly attach himself to his head. He shook fiercly, trying to loosen the stallion's hold of him. Unable to shake him, Scythe tried his best to use his teeth to grab ahold of the feline's coat.

He was so focused on his own fight that he didn't see Haya go toe to toe with Samsara. He would not have been happy with that decision, but he was in no position to be able to help his son with his battle.

Snorting, he shook again.

He felt the grip of the tiger loosen just before his attacker let go and regained his composure. Scythe had been left with nothing but fur in his mouth. Quickly he spat out what he could, never removing his eyes from the feline.

"Come on then!" he challenged, his voice booming. As the tiger made himself ready to attack, Scythe unfurled his wings and broadened his chest. Yes, he was old, but it did not change the fact that he was a large and rather intimidating warrior. He pawed at the ground twice before moving in.

He reared, his front hooves smashing down in attempts to pound his opponent into the very earth that he stood on. He had no intentions of killing anyone here today, but he would go to whatever lengths was needed to save his herd...his family.

Zulian had personally fought and killed more soquili than anyone else in the Mahapadma combined, including Samsara. It was a favorite habit of his. He liked seeing the way that different soquili would react to impending death. Some cried and begged, others were in denial to the very end. Often he could guess which a soquili would be before the fight even started. He was good at predicting prey behavior.

The big stallion, Zulian knew that he would stay fighting until the very end. He predicted that, but more importantly, he predicted where Scythe was about to strike. Zulian slammed down with his front paws and send himself upward. As the stallion slammed down he rose to his hind legs, narrowly avoiding a heavy hit. From this position he slashed downwards, aiming to slice at the stallion's vulnerable neck!

Svanbjorn grappled with the two males, Glissando and Nirvana. It should be the skinwalkers fighting two, not me! he thought with aggravation. He didn't feel in danger of being killed by those two. They probably didn't even know how to kill another soquili. Svan was quite familiar with the process of murder, but it was going to be excessively difficult while both of them were trying to batter him.

He flapped his wings and lunged at one only to be knocked away by the other. He snapped at the father and tore away a chunk of mane but didn't get more than that. Both sides were only really succeeding in bruising each other so far with no real damage done. With Samsara right there, Svanbjorn attempted to heighten his efforts. He'd have someone a lot more dangerous to face than the two stallions if he didn't perform well today.

Daimhin was fighting the smallish pink mare holding a sword. What was remarkable to him was how difficult it actually was. Most soquili didn't wander around carrying human weapons, so he had no idea how to respond to her. The long bit of metal gave her a reach that he couldn't get past. His larger size should have been an advantage, but it was proving itself to just make himself a bigger target instead.

He grunted in pain when the sword nicked a foreleg. He had several similar injuries. They weren't dangerous of themselves, but they might grow into more of a problem if he kept getting hit. He tried to hit her from the side but she twisted her neck and poked the troublesome piece of metal from that angle too. This fight was going nowhere fast, and it was driving him crazy.

Glissando yelled and jerked his head back. He had been a hair's breadth away from having an eye gouged out by the attacking cerynei/kalona. His face was bleeding from the attack but he still felt that he had gotten off easy from that strike. The only problem was that now the blood running from his torn skin was falling into an eye. He was blinded on that side even if he still had both eyes intact.

"Dad... take him for a while!" He staggered backward and out of combat distance. He shook his head and sprayed blood droplets, then rubbed it quickly against the fur of his shoulder. He didn't want to leave his father fighting alone for long...

Nirvana sidestepped between Glissando and the kalona. One of the three feathers on his head was bent askew and another was torn away entirely. He was bleeding too, but nowhere that caused the same sort of debilitation as his son. "Stay back, demon!" he snorted. A flame had kindled inside Nirvana. It felt almost as if that tiny light was emitting through his skin... and it was.

The softest of glows surrounded Nirvana. It was the holy light, an ability of the angeni race. Nirvana, a half-angeni, had never before touched this power. Slowly it bloomed in him, responding to his moment of need.

His strike was a hit. Zulian had drawn his first blood of the conflict. It wasn't a massively damaging strike, nothing the experienced stallion couldn't keep fighting on after, but a hit was a hit. Zulian instinctively drew back once his claws had raked down his opponent but the expected counterattack didn't come. Despite his scratches, the other stallion was waiting for Zulian to make the next move. This was something that Zulian was just fine with.

If he had been in his soquili form, Zulian might have kicked out with his back legs next. A tiger didn't have an equivalent move, so he had to look elsewhere in his repertoire. Growling viciously, he bounded diagonally from the stallion. After one bound, he turned on one paw and pounced at the mutant again. Once more he attacked with his claws, but this time he attacked at the stallion's side. Zulian trusted that he'd be able to use his teeth later in the battle, but for now he would test his opponent's strength with quick attacks.