Her queen’s call rang out. Estelle set herself in a tree, watching with interest. She blew fire down into the Dawnshire lines, cackling as it seemed to waft over them. Served them right. She leaped into the sky before any of them could locate her.
Belladonna ;
The warrior lass barely waited for the orders of her queen. She delved directly into the wolves, feeling a hit against her shoulder. She whirled to find who’d done it, but when her eyes locked on the winged, horned woman who’d done it, she was already long past, dealing random blows to several random wolves. Belladonna felt a movement behind her, and she ducked and whirled just in time to face a man whose most noticeable feature was his horns. She barely avoided a horn to the neck.
Belladonna snarled. Ducking, she threw a claw to his chest, and when he dodged, she quickly lashed out at his horn. She snagged it, yanking his head down. Then she leaped on him and as they rolled, she bit and clawed, ripping into his belly with considerable force. The whole thing barely lasted two minutes. Exhausted, Belladonna climbed off the dead man and melted back into the fray. [Death of Jack]
Marigold ;
Marigold engaged with a girl from Dawnshire who was clumsy in her strokes. She growled at the girl, “Get your affairs into order,” before she delivered a savage blow to her head. The woman fainted from the force, and Marigold considered killing her, then dismissed the notion.
Irina ;
Irina howled orders to her pack as Amberbjorne began the bloody gesture. She delved in, whacking wolves away from her sigmas. She tussled briefly with the brown-eyed Hawthorne royal before she ripped away the flesh on his head, leaving him howling in anger and pain. But then her eyes locked on Kruam.
The Storm Queen screamed her rage. Red rimmed her vision and lightning struck various points around the battlefield. Irina spared a glance for her son, reeking of Amberbjorne claws, before she reeled on a femme who’d just shoved past her. As the woman cried over a messy corpse of a wolf, she loomed behind her and seized her neck. Blood spurted from the woman’s throat. Amberbjorne. Revenge. Irina bit harder.
“Tell my children I’m sorry.” The last whispers of the woman, and her eyes went dark. Irina released her kill. [Death of Onai]
"The truth takes time." Pyro, Kruam, & Kára - Nadia
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