Nalyda howled out in pain as crimson began to stain the land that was now a battlefield. What was once a beautiful place to relax and unwind, is now a place where someone was going to get hurt or die. The fae could see Kar and Ashamoro battling each other. The fae was not going down, but here she was losing a lot of blood, and her entire body was starting to become stained with her own blood. Her eyes began to close as she tried to save her energy, and she also began to pray to the Gods for Kar's safety. She wanted to help him, she really did. But, right now, she was in too much pain and low on energy and blood to do anything at the moment.

Ashamoro roared out in rage as he lunged forward and pushed Kar off of him, nailing his right eye, but knowing he only got the top and bottom of the eyelid and the brute could still see. When Kar was down for a couple seconds as the lion was sure he was down, approached Nalyda and chuckled. He pressed his paw down onto Nalyda's broken ribs even harder, and the femme howled out in agony as she bit down around his paw that was near her mouth. Ashamoro chuckled even louder and went to bite down on her.

His attack would fail, pushed back and landing unsteadily on his paws. He would slip in the mud, going down as the mountain lion launched an attack of retaliation -- his own attacks falling short. Eyes would squeeze close just in the nick of time, having already been in a narrowed state, to avoid the right orb being torn out or damaged by the blow. He felt pain... Sharp, biting pain came from the area as the scent of blood reached him. His own blood. Was he blinded? Had his eye been spared? He would slowly open his left eye in time to see Ashamoro pushing his paw down upon Nalyda?s ribs. A growl, deep in his throat, would leave him as he got back to his laws, right side entirely caked in mud. He moved silently as he pushed forward, Single open orb would narrow, ears pinned, hackles raised, tail and head aligned with the spine as he covered the distance between them. The lion was lowering his jaws to bite Nalyda... And Kar leapt, jaws open to snap around the left side of the large cat?s neck. He wouldn?t let things end this way. Speech, Thought

Nalyda could see Kar getting ready to attack the lion that she had once called her father. Her eyes closed slightly once more she was slightly starting to lose her consciousness for a little while. Her form started to loosen as the lion leapt off over her and snarled over to Kar.

"Come and get me!" Ashamoro snarled and extended his claws even more. He was enraged and began to leap over to the brute and charged toward him.

Kar?s lime green eyes would flash, fear for Nalyda, anger at this damn beast who would hurt her... It all mixed within. This male... He knew that he had a connection to Nalyda... And the fact he now dared to hurt her. To make her bleed made the blood in his very veins boil with rage. The snarl the mountain lion would give was met in turn by one of his own. The other managed to catch him before he was close enough to attack, but Kar wouldn?t give in. No... Only death itself would stop him now. Those claws, extended or not, did not scare him. Kar was relying on all his strength now, their charges coming head on, though Kar would drop his head, aligning it with the spine, tipping his chin in towards his chest as he ran. Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, tail coming to align with the spine as well, and fur and hackles raised... There was going to be hell to pay. Even the pain of his own wound, as blood ran down his face, was ignored. Kar wouldn?t stop, jaws unhinging as he lunged at the mountain lion again. Fighting training or no, all of it was ignored right now. He just wanted to do damage. To tear with fang and claw. Jaws sought the left eye of the beast, front left paw aiming to come down hard upon the left front paw of the male lion. Speech, Thought

Nalyda could easily make out the rage that boiled inside the lion's blood. She would not see Kar hurt, for she only cared about him and not herself for right now. Her crimson optics narrowed and she moved as fast as she could, backing up the one she loved. The lion she once called father was no longer important to her, and she would never let him come around and hurt herself or Kar anymore.

Ashamoro would snarl out in pain when Kar had attacked. He would move his body to try and get the brute away from him.

Nalyda would watch as she inched closer to the enemy. She was hurt and not as fast as she was when she was fully healed, but she would do anything she could to help her friend, even die if need be.

Kar would drop back, lowering body to the ground as he reset his defenses. Head lowered to align with his spine, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, tail tuckedl... Chin would tip forward last, a snarl leaving him. His wound was causing a bit of discomfort, blood running down the right side. The right orb remained closed... As long as he managed to get through this fight he could worry about himself later. He would lunge again, aiming to slide along the cat?s left side and sink his fangs into his back leg. His good eye was flashing with hate, a snarl leaving him as he moved. There was no giving up. There was no backing down. This had to be, and would be, done. Speech, Thought

Ashamoro roared out in pain and tried to shake the brute from his leg. The scent of his own blood filled his nose as he tried to shake Kar free from his leg. Nalyda went to help, but she had collapsed and was in too much pain to help out, she was praying and trying to see if her prayer would ever be answered. Her crimson orbs narrowed at the cat and she wished that she could do something, but she soon closed her eyes.

Ashamoro ran as fast as he could, he didn't care if the brute still had his fangs clamped down onto his leg, he was going to leave this place. He didn't give a damn about the wolf he had saved when she was a pup, he only cared about himself.

Blood. The vile blood of the damned lion spilled into his mouth, tainting his tongue with it's wretched taste. Even as he roared, trying to pull away, Kar tried to hold on, following after a short while before the moment before he was shaken loose, dropping hard upon the ground as the mountain lion continued to flee. He would slowly get back up, panting heavily as he watched the creature. "Don't come back!" He snarled after the retreating figure. Then he would remember Nalyda, moving to the fae's side. Ears would lower, heart sinking in his chest. "Nalyda..." He would give a deep sigh, whining loudly. "Oh Siri... What do I do...?" He was no healer... would... would he be able to carry Nalyda somewhere for treatment. Speech, Thought

Nalyda would wince from the pain that the father figure she had once had caused. She coughed up a small amount of blood as it covered the landscape. She was in pain, but she would do anything she could to try and get Kar to be happy. She licked his cheek even though her own blood stained her tongue and stained his slate colored cheek. The brightness in her crimson orbs were gone, but she knew she would stay alive, but barely.

She listened to the sound of birds hanging from a branch as the fae closed her eyes to rest.

His heart was hammering in his chest, his own wounds forgotten as he looked upon her. Were her ribs broken? He knew she needed help... Desperately needed help. She tried to comfort him, but there was no comfort for Kar right now. He was in a panic, trying to remember the packs that were nearby. There were two... The second a little farther but from what he had gathered about those wolves they were more peaceful... More likely to help. They certainly needed it as well... Carefully as he could he would maneuver Nalyda onto his body, a soft whine leaving him. ?Please, hold on...? He would whisper to her. He was scared... Scared of losing her. White paws would begin at a dash towards the lands owned by the Valhallan?s, praying that they would help. -Exit Kar.- Speech, Thought