Together We Stand Tall

Ashamoro hollered out in pain as the sounds of the birds and his growls echoed throughout the area where they were fighting. His eyes would show rage as he felt the brute pierce his leg, but, he would not be the one to go down so easily. He attempted to use his other leg to swipe across Felicien's side once again. The lion was already enraged as it was, and to think that he would be beaten by this wolf did not set easily on his stomach as he growled.

Mystic would attempt to stand up once again, being able to stand despite the pain that she was already feeling. It seemed that she had already felt her second wind, but, how long she would be able to keep standing was beyond her. Claws would pierce the ground as the ebony and alabaster form of the femme lunged forward and snapped down onto the feline's neck, canines piercing his skin as the lion yowled out from the pain. Mystic shifted her crimson gaze to Felicien, shifting her gaze to the lion's throat, for if they cut off his windpipe, chances are they could bring him down.