[Set *during* the raid, but not counting towards any knock outs or victories]

Pestilence's face burned from where Natha's claws had left their mark. She'd split off from the fight and surrendered, Natha went on to fight another opponent and left the young Klein wondering what to do next. Technically she was supposed to be 'out' now, it was a friendly raid after all and Pesto did have every intention of following Venom's rules.

The sight of Toxicity separating from her opponent had set a new plan in motion however, and Pestilence circled back around her sister. No Ashen member would expect an assault from an allied wolf, they'd keep their sights upon the Armada wolves. It was the best chance she'd have, and as soon as a space cleared she leaped for her sister. She aimed to sink her newly clawed paws into Toxicity's back and attempt to land a bite upon her nape. She'd leave Toxicity and Ashen with something to remember her by, a new scar that hopefully her sister could not morph into a religious icon.

Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Toxicity Klein - Abraxas for Maim [Scarring on back]
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers
Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

As Toxicity left the scene of the practice raid, she thought over all she needed to improve upon. Her body was sore, but she had an idea of the direction she needed to go after this fight. Though she didn't trust Pestilence any further than she could throw her, she did not expect her to go against Venom's wishes. She turned only just in time to see the blur of motion coming towards her as Pesto's claws cut between her shoulder blades, her teeth sinking into the left side of her scruff. Toxicity turned and attempted to bite and grip the left of her sister's throat, a growl rumbling in her chest. She brought her left paw up and sought to rake her claws down Pestilence's throat. Hopefully the force would cause her to cough or gag or just back off, but Toxicity was prepared to tear her skin from her body after their last fight.

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Pestilence Klein - Abraxas for maim (throat scarring or RK's choice upon agreement)
Round 1/2
Age:over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Pestilence was forced to release her bite to dodge Tox's own teeth, though she felt her sister's claws rake against her throat as she pulled away. Her growl was swallowed up from the pressure and she coughed hard, her own paws pressing harder into Toxicity's back to hopefully shove the girl away. She wore her metal claw covers, and so hopefully they'd find purchase beneath the skin during the shove. Everything else faded into the distance, she didn't care how the raid turned out or whether or not the Empire claimed victory over their Armada. She didn't care whether Venom or her mother was disappointed in her actions. The only thing that mattered was punishing Toxicity, marking her permanently and proving for a second time that an Abraxas could never stand against a Klein.

Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Toxicity Klein - Abraxas for Maim [Scarring on back]
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers
Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

Pestilence's cough nearly brought a nasty sneer to Toxicity's lips, but she knew better than to show pleasure at tearing into her kin's flesh. Pestilence's claws gripped and tore at Toxicity's skin as her sister shoved her away. Toxicity hissed, pressing against the pain to try to push her face close to Pestilence's ears.

"Everything you do," she spat, "plays directly into God's plan." Toxicity succumbed to Pesto's push, falling back a moment. "Just watch."

With a growl, she pulled back and aimed to snap across her sister's muzzle, hoping her teeth would scratch the tight skin on top and of her nose.

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Pestilence Klein - Abraxas for maim (throat scarring or RK's choice upon agreement)
Round 2/2
Age:over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

TOXICITY

PESTO must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 58.05 1.15 23 105.6 PESTO'S total is.. 215.97 Adjusted rolls: 59.85 64.05 54 78.2 TOXICITY'S total is.. 281.71

Her sister's teeth upon her muzzle stung, but nothing even close to the feeling of flesh torn at her throat. As she continued the fight Pestilence's vision began to turn a little fuzzy. Her neck felt warm and her paws grew tired. She disengaged from Toxicity but wasn't sure how, it was as if the world was fading and she was moving on autopilot. The battles around her continued and Pesto had forgotten why their packs were even fighting. She turned back to her sister, snarling and ready to give the best comeback insult in the entire world... and then her mouth snapped shut and she fell to the ground unconscious.

Pestilence's body fell away from Toxicity in a jerky, uneven motion. Toxicity pulled back, ready to keep going. Her bloodied sister looked at her with a thousand-yard stare, snarling, but dropping to the ground before long. Toxicity waited to make sure it wasn't a farce. When Pesto truly wasn't moving anymore, Toxicity slowly approached. She checked to see if her sister was still breathing, not sure which outcome she was hoping for truly. When Tox found that she was still alive, she still wasn't entirely satisfied with the outcome. Looking at the grueling teat in Pestilence's neck, Toxicity had an idea.

She bent down and worked her way into intricate incisions, wide enough that they would heal and the scars would show through the thick mass of neck furs. She carefully carved out her own sigil in her sister's neck. A reminder of what God had decided on this day. When she was finished, she left. Whatever happened to Pestilence next was in God's hands now.