TIME FOR DESTRUCTION

There she would stand among a broken people, a beacon of immense vigor and fortitude, enraptured by her success in decimating a nation with a single command that fell so confidently from bloodied lips. She was not ignorant to their capability of reforming their pitiful establishment and yet she cared so little for this great possibility; she had reigned victorious over their sovereign and would thusly disassemble their confidence as she presided as the ultimate foil in their plans?they would not forget the day the young girl had usurped their leader with few wounds to account for it aside from a torn cheek and bruised shoulders that would only throb with physical contact. Even still, the injuries sustained from the battle with the russet-kissed queen would not deter the pallid banshee from finishing her initial task of obtaining Isardis? children, so she would not stray from the arena until her mission had been fulfilled, defenses solidified as her mismatched gaze searched the sea of faces for Glaciem?s former prisoner and mother to the albino?s spawn.


Venom leaked so freely from the slackened jaws of a witness to her feat, immediately ensnaring the pale phantom?s attention with its biting nature, skull swiveling in the perpetrator?s direction to grant her with a view of the wraith. Had the chocolate-masked girl not appeared as youthful as Artemis herself, the tyrant might have believed her to be the mother whose babes she sought to thieve; alas, the youthful qualities of her countenance and the ignorance of her words proved this theory wrong. Regardless of the insolent girl?s presumed uselessness, the banshee would regard her speech to its entirety despite an increasing urge to forcibly silence her as she so boldly slung insults through the air, amusement playing across her marred visage in the form of a quirked brow. The girl seemed oblivious to the fact that she had revealed vital information about Isardis? spawn in the heat of her uncontainable tantrum?information that neither she nor Isardis had known previously?but Artemis would allow only a soft chuckle to surface from her seething form in response. No?that was all she could manage before a vehement command resounded from the sidelines, drawing her attention away from the indignant youth before she could threaten her standing as a freed woman.


She was fire?a raging inferno determined to destroy all in her path, and yet the youthful paladin would find herself unintimidated by the fury of the dainty Adravendi even as she settled into a defensive stance, maneuvering mere feet away from where she stood, rooted and ready. Amethyst and metallic gaze remained fixated upon the smaller woman, scrutinizing her as she was simultaneously examined beneath the critical eye of her soon-to-be opponent, waiting in apprehensive silence for the russet-faced woman to speak up and voice her intentions. It took a few moments of quiet tension before, at long last, the woman spoke up again, poisonous words shattering the silence and assaulting Artemis? ears once more as she was?yet again?referred to as a mere pawn in the albino?s plans for total domination. She knew it was far from the truth?Isardis had not implanted the delicious scheme to overthrow the Valhallan queen within the confines of her diseased mind nor had he manipulated or charmed her; she had been in his pack and therefore it had been her duty to abide to his command just as it might have been theirs to adhere to Chrysanthe?s. But she had no reason to explain herself to the ex-Valhallans?they could believe what they would of her and the viper would find little room to care. She knew who she was and knew who controlled her, and it was not the northern king. No?the one being who possessed every ounce of her eternal devotion resided six feet under, and perhaps, come the end of this newly-waged battle, so would she.


**The russet-faced woman of whom Artemis could only assume to be the mother of Isardis? lost children would extend an invitation to death, and Artemis would have no choice in the matter but to comply. Despite the fact that she had already battled only minutes prior, the paladin was far from exhausted and had received no hindering injuries throughout the previous fight, and therefore would be in near-prime condition as she fought for the life in her very veins against a slightly smaller and fairly lighter opponent. Her defenses had been secured throughout the duration of her time upon the battlefield and would not falter now, especially not now with such an imperative battle at hand. Skull would remain lowered over her breast and her tail would stay aligned with her spine, vibrant gaze narrowed to thin slits and ears sewed against the contours of her crown, abdomen tensed and weight evenly distributed among all four limbs. Shoulders would roll forward in their sockets and neck would scrunch to shield the front and sides of her neck in a protruding layer of fat, hackles prickled along the base of her neck and spinal column while her chin tucked tightly against the curvature of her neck. Robust appendages would remain evenly spaced beneath her tensed body and her toes would spread as her nails bit lightly into the soil to retain traction, each limb bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity and allow for quick movement. Slavering and ravenous jaws would unhinge as her bloodied lips unfurled to reveal the stained artillery of choice, beckoning Mama Bear into the lion?s den with the challenging gleam of her stare. ?Come and get it!


And come she would.


Artemis was no fool that would sit idly back and wait for her opponent to approach her; no?quite contraire. And thus, the moment Azalea?s limbs would push her forward and to Artemis? right, Artemis, too, would seek to maneuver forward and to her own right, powerful front prepared for the potential collision between herself and her opponent as she sought to bring her own body directly in front of Azalea?s, hoping that her own broad body might serve to block Azalea?s attempt at getting upon her (Artemis?) right side. Azalea?s jaws were gaping, presumably striking low and more to the right (since she had wanted to bite Artemis? flank and right hind leg, which is low), so Artemis would take the opportunity presented to her to try and stop her opponent from landing a crippling bite somewhere upon her own body. Jutting right front shoulder blade would drop in an effort to align the pointed part with Azalea?s slackened jaws during her hopeful charge forward to meet her adversary head-on, where she would attempt to slam the tough shoulder bone into Azalea?s mouth and against her teeth upon her top jaw, hoping that the force of her forward momentum and brutish weight of one hundred and thirty pounds might dislodge Azalea?s teeth, severely bruise the jaws, and possibly send her opponent backwards with recoil. Of course, this would end in repercussions to her own shoulder should she find success, and yet, sacrifices needed to be made when one fought for their life, so Artemis would pay the possibility little heed for now [COUNTERATTACK, PENDING DAMAGE].


Simultaneously, her own jaws would seek to snake towards the right of Azalea?s skull (Azalea?s right), muzzle hopefully angled in towards the middle portion of Mama Bear?s right-sided neck where her ravenous incisors would attempt to deeply penetrate the untainted flesh located there. Top set of jaws would seek to wrap more towards the back of Azalea?s right-sided neck while her mandible would seek to pierce more along the side, hoping to obtain a deathly grasp with her jaws with the intentions of piercing life-sustaining veins within the neck, desiring to see her adversary?s blood paint the arena a deathly shade of red. Left forepaw would lift from the earth and her weight would shift evenly among her three grounded limbs to maintain her balance, attempting to have the forepaw slam down heavily upon Azalea?s right front toes with the intentions of breaking the bones beneath her weight. She needed to inflict damage upon her opponent and she needed to do it quickly?any wounds would suit her fancy and aide her on her path to the slaughter of this impulsive mother, so her fullest potential would have to rear its head if she wished to come out of this fight alive.


She could not die today?not when there were so many reasons to live.





artemis vs azalea

for

death


round one of four


attack maneuvering forward and to her own right in an effort to cut off azalea's attempt at coming upon her right side, wanting to position herself directly in front of azalea. right shoulder lowers to align the pointed part with azalea's opened jaws, hoping to thrust the tough bone into aza's mouth and against her teeth so that she might dislodge aza's teeth, severely bruise the jaws, and knock aza backwards upon impact (COUNTER). jaws aiming to wrap about the middle portion of aza's right-sided neck, aiming a little more to the back of aza's neck rather than the front. left forepaw seeking to slam down heavily upon aza's right forepaw, hoping to break her toes beneath her weight.

defense skull lowered, tail out, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tensed, weight evenly distributed, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, hackles raised, chin tucked, limbs evenly spaced, toes splaying, nails gripping, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, jaws unhinged, teeth exposed. readjusts her balance among her three grounded limbs as she raises her left forepaw.

injuries none from the current fight; damage pending from azalea's bites {art countered aza's first jaw attack, so the success of the second bite becoming a possibility depends upon the success of the counter}.