Hania winced a bit at the claws scoring on his belly by Tiberius, it was obvious the other cat had fought before while the order cat would be the first to admit that he had never been in battle that wasn't the side lines. He made to scratch back at the larger cat but it didn't look like his attack actually hit so he moved to put some distance between them temporarily so he could use speed instead to strength for his next one. The sleek cat eyed the fluffy chaos feline, trying to look for any possible weak spots he could take advantage of for his next attack. "You're just jealous that mine doesn't make me look like a glowbug in the middle of a battle."
"Like hell I am." Not that it mattered what the Order aligned Mauvian house pet thought of him and his swanky, glowing accessories, since he was going to utterly destroy his furry opponent. "You weirdo, get back over here!"
Tiberius lept for Hania, slashing as he did so, fur on end and tail poofed bottle brush and three times it's usual (and already impressive) size. It was super obvious that his opponent had no real world experience fighting, nor did he know how to best tuck his head away, to offer padded flank to absorb damage. Good. If he's got no idea, he'll go down even faster!
The fur would fly, with this epic battle between Mauvian felines, Tiberius would make certain of it.
By now his own sleek fur had puffed out in an instinctive move to make himself look bigger, not that Hania could get anywhere near the size of the chaos cat even in illusion. However his fur fluffing out certainly didn't help him avoid the attack and he hissed in pain at the new slashes from Tiberius' claws.
"You look pretty jealous to me, after all I have the better accessories and don't look like one of his parents was a racoon." He quipped back more to see if it would throw off the more experienced Mau's fighting before darting to try and land a bite on the other feline's leg.
"I'll show you raccoon!" Hania went in for a bite and Tiberius took it so that he could lash at the other Mauvian's face. Yes, it hurt and he would probably have to be taken to the vet later for treatment (yay =_=) but for the moment he could push it aside and work through it to press his attack.
Hania yowled in pain after the claws got him in the face but thankfully they missed anywhere particularly tender like his eyes and nose. "Congratulations you did indeed show me exactly what a racoon would do, Racoon!" He said after he shook the pain off then swiped his claws out at Tiberius in retaliation.
Tiberius hissed imperiously - and then in pain as Hania's attacks found purchase even through the heavy fluff; he was quite ready for this Order bratcat to GTFO and maybe spend the rest of his short life in the pound.
"You clipped my ear you little s**t!" Tibs dove in once more, ear seeping blood from a nick near the soft edge, and brought his skill as a scrapper to play in punishing Hania roundly for his trespass on the temple that was his Perfect Body.
"Well then it's an improvement you giant racoon hairball!" Hania said just before the latest hit landed leaving him with a gash on his shoulder. He backed up for a moment out of the pain but then launched himself at the chaos cat with teeth at the ready to bite down hard.
Arthur was getting more and more frustrated first her sister was treating her like a baby, telling Hania that if things went bad he was suppose to get her out of here. Her cheeks puffed out in a pout and she whispered under her breath "I can take care of myself." She had no trouble keeping up with the grown ups, in fact she had noticed she was significantly faster than any of her three teammates.
Then a very rude officer showed up, she felt stronger than a lieutenant more like the captain she and Cassi had fought to get her sister's starseed back from. She proceeded to spank Morgan, hard by the looks of it. Arthur winced in sympathy, she was so glad she never got spanked but rather sent to time out if she was bad it seemed so painful.
Then she had the gal to say that she belonged in bed, she was a magical girl she had every right to be out here as her sister even if she was younger. She was making fun of her and making googly eyes at her sister and team mate. And then she spanked Guinevere too. That was it Arthur wasn't going to stand around anymore.
"Hey stop ignoring me! And leave my team alone!" She shouted at the captain who had her back turned to Arthur.
"Arthuradel Honorable Pistol!" She yelled her hand in the shape of a pistol as she fired a beam of compressed energy. It hit the captain right in her behind, turn about was fair play right?
Arthuradel holds her hand up in the shape of a pistol, her honor manifests in the form of light and force that coalesce at the tip of her finger and fires a single beam of compressed energy straight at her opponent. (If she uses this attack with out facing her opponent head on [honorably] then its power is severely weakened and if her opponent is dishonorable then the attack is stronger, both at the player's discretion) (As a chibi the attack just pushes her opponents back) -Strikes 1 target for 4-8 damage (pending profile restrictions)
Oberon had lobbed the chemicals at the general, but before he was able to see the effect, a very familiar voice came from his phone.
Tomlin?
s**t. That wasn’t good. If Tomlin was there, he had a horrible hunch that some of his other friends might be there, too. Oort. Ambrosia. Maybe even Perdia or Chara. Skadi hadn’t responded to his text yet and that was concerning. Oberon cursed again and while he wanted to stick around, he turned on his heel to head for the alley near the phone store.
HP: 150 / 150 PER: 15 Effects: --- Chemicals from funeral home: Causes up to 2 targets to lose 1 turn. 1 of 2 uses.
Heading to the Yellow Zone to respond to Tomlin’s call.
Syrie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 5Total: 7 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 8:46 pm
Nega Mauvian Tiberius (Cat form)
"Choke on a hairball, will ya?" Tiberius wasn't entertained by this little s**t, at all. And the fight was going on too long - auras surged and faded around them in an erratic manner....and he could see something - and lots of someones - on the verizon tower...which was weird.
Distracted, Hania managed to get a really solid bite, to which Tibs retaliated swiftly before jumping back to put some space between them for a moment's respite.
"It's not that I mind. More so that I didn't think overwhelming a target with numbers was something a being of Order would abide. But I suppose you have the logic to hide behind that all is considered to be fair in love and war."
Her brows creased together and she frowned as she heard the exchange between the transformed Mauvian and the newcomer senshi. "You think I will so easily be dealt with? I may be inexperienced, cat, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to put up a decent fight."
Where was that brunette going? At least she didn't seem intent on causing Forsterite's superiors any trouble as of yet. For the time being, first and foremost, the lieutenant believed her top priority was to keep as many of the lower-ranking Order soldiers out of the captains' and generals' hair as possible. They had their own enemies to combat without having to concern themselves with those unworthy of their attention.
"I probably will after biting your Racoon fluff." He said as he swiped the other cat again just before Tiberius got some space between them. Hania took the time to stand there and catch his breath as well as glance around to check on his Senshi. It was curious why there was a mass grouping up away from where the main action had been happening but he wasn't about to turn even more attention away from the chaos Mau.
Oh, it hurt when her fist hit him. It didn't hurt as much as it could have but it certainly got his attention. He had just been stepping back so while it hit he was sure it didn't land as hard as she intended it to - lucky him. It still hit his shoulder where he was already bleeding, bruised and injured. "Gonna need stitches..." At least. Wrapping it would be a good idea also and ice...or maybe a hot patch of some kind. He was gonna have to wear long sleeves and watch himself around Aiden till he healed up...damn it. This was one of those times where he wished he didn't have to keep the secret...wished the other was like him.
His hand pressed to his shoulder, hissing in pain, he pulled his hand away and seeing the blood he stepped back further. Giving himself distance in order to grab at his own cape and rip off a good long part of the heavy cloth. Wrapping it tightly he managed to tie it off using his teeth to aid him in doing so. With that done he was about to move back in, to order his youma to attack, when someone grabbed his attention and he found himself having to avoid whatever was being thrown at him now. "Damn it!" Little kids!
Those things looked old and it was glass bottles...did the kid even know what was in them? Or whatever reaction they could have? Because he certainly didn't. This was another reason he would never have kids...
At least the youma did what he wanted and attacked the knight - Shalott.
Shalott cursed as she was set upon by the youma, taking the hits before she could react. She let her Aspect drop, summoning her magic around 2 of the closer together youma. The thorned vines erupted from the ground, encircling the monsters and wrapping around them tighter as they moved.
"You negas and your ******** tricks. What's the matter, Benitoite? Couldn't think to beat me on your own?"
As she spoke her voice was filled with scorn and the 2 youma caught in her vines were starting to break apart to dust.
13+2 = 15 damage to Benitoite
HP: 162/230 DMG: - 30 Effects: --- Knight power - she summons thorned vines in a 1 foot wide area to bind 1 or 2 targets. A:13/D:10
"As long as your doofy a** doesn't survive, I'm all for it!" He and the Order cat were just dukeing it out, MMA style; trading blows back and forth in an all out brawl. Around their battlefield, clumps of fur moved with the breeze - or the air of their movements - and each bore marks of hard battle.
Neither was willing to give up. Tiberius once more threw himself in, alley cat style; dragging the other cat into a roiling mass so he could rabbit kick the s**t out of him with his hind claws.
The sound of their fight was probably more than enough for a noise complaint...had the neighborhood been better.
