You own me like whispers in poetry

This was the test that would be the hardest for the Warlord. Standing on the sidelines when Ignita was in danger went directly against his nature. He rested on coiled haunches, tail slashing behind him. His extended claws dug into the earth, as if he was about to use them to launch forward. He looked every bit like a cat about to strike.

But he didn’t move, just held position. All three of his companions were around him, each and every one of them prepared to step in if Ignita needed the assistance. But first, they would give her her shot.

The pig charged at Ignita, and she leaped away. She didn’t try to engage, or attack. She went on the defensive, and couldn’t get out of it again. “Strike!” He snarled angrily, tail lashing faster behind him. He flicked a paw, sending his bird diving with a cry as she aimed to swipe her talons along the scruff of the pigs neck. She didn’t need to do much damage, just create a diversion and buy Ignita time.