[FIN] I thought I lost you....( Riot x Nikita x Bob )

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

(...well, this is going to be interesting.)

As sharp points dug into rough sandy fur, Riot pinched his else closed as he felt that his own element blinded him as he tried to open his gaze. Sand must have been kicked up in his face in the clash.

Tucking his own head, Riot instinctively protected his neck when his own head ducked against the attacker's own. He felt the shifting of what was horns. Okay that was a good sign, but he couldn't see. The scent of the other was overwhelming. It was a female, and her spirit was so familure. He had never felt this from another.

It had to be her....

But if so, why was she attacking him!

It was enough to make the Balam roar!

Feeling his paws shift in the sand, he moved his grip and with his arm strength tied to topple the lion off to the side. Knocking them From their standing aggressive embrace.  

[GunSniper]

(I think so...)

Nikita's hind legs dug into the sands as her opponant begun to shift his weight. Her claws gripped tighter and begun to drage back along the frame of the other B'alam. She wasn't going to be taken down so easily. The fresh smell of blood in the air and his lack of being able to shake her fueled her ambitions to take him down. This wouldn't be long.

As the other b'alam released a loud roar, Nikita lifted her head than brought the thick of her skull doweard onto his back. She was careful to calculate whnere his spine was, as best as she could while wrestling with keeping from being topled over. In addition to making sure her claws remained securely hoocked within his flesh.

The scent that belonged to his blood, his frame, everything about him was familiar. Something deep down tried to re-surface within her memory. However, she had worked so long to build such a solid wall to block anything of those memories and filter them into a further berserk-like rage. His scent and blur of pink fur only caused her to work harder at bringing him down so she could have at his throat.  

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Riot's frame shuttered as he felt the weight of the other Nahtil's skull coming down on his back. His frame quaked, but as a sturdy rock it it crumble. The lack of leverage they had on each other, helped in Lessing the impact on his back. A muffled Grunt left the Tahtil. He was determind to not back down.

Turning his head, maw gripped for the horns on the other's skull. Paw rose around the other's neck. And doing his best to grip the horn closest to him he tried to pull the other down.

Bob had always said to use your opponents strength against them. And this fire Balam's head was firmly attached to those horns. Hopefully with this tactic he could gain some control.

The daggers in his flesh was not vary comfortable, and all thoughts of it being Nikita paused as he focused on the fact-this was just another fight for his life and that came first.  

[GunSniper]

Nikita could feel her head being pulled to the side as the other B'alam managed to get a hold of one of her horns. He was strong, much more so than she was. However, Nikita was far to determined to let him have the upper hand in this tussle.

It seemed as if they were getting nowhere as they were now. Something had to change. He had a weakness somewhere. Though he was taller and obviously stronger, he was not invincible. His flesh was tearing as any rat's would. Nikita could smell his blood...

Using her hind legs, she spring up and off the ground, aiming to ue the momentom of her spring to pry-loose her horns and bring him down. Her claws gripped harder for purchase while she released a soft hiss. Behind, her tail flailed around for balance in her movements.

Just remember Cain's teachings... anger is a powerful tool, use it.  

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Feeling the Nahtil shifting, Riot's grip on her horns tightened. Using the weight of his body, he gave out on his stand on the right side. Where he barred all his weight from his left on to the Nahtill. Forcing her, to the side.

As she sprang up, Riot's paw tightened around her neck and his maw pulled as his body shifted it's weight to topple her to the ground. His flesh did rip as easy as a rats, but his determination was solid as the earth it's self. Tail whipped wildly behind him.

His gaze watered, working out the sand that had been kicked up in is face. Hopefully he would be able to see soon.  

[GunSniper]

Despite feeling her move was clever, the other proved to be too strong for such a tactic. Just as she felt as if she would gain the upperhand once again, she could feel her whole frame being cast to the side in the sheer force from the male.

This time she begun to pull her head back and shake it about. His teeth might have had a good grip, but she doubted they could hold onto her horns without breaking.

Her hind legs tucked back to her body as she begun to fly to the side at the will of her opponant. With as much strength as she could muster in the moment she thrust her legs, claws pointed toward her target, downward and hopefully against the flesh of her tormenter.

All the while she continued to grip at his flesh with her foreclaws. Her powerful (though not as powerful as his) arms tightened in sync with her hook-like claws.  

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Toppling the Nahtil, a roar left Riot as he felt the hooks of her claws tighten in his flesh. Releasing the roar, cause him to release her horns. Grimacing the pain, his paws tightened on her shoulder's in a pin. Her legs kicked to his painful delight.

Prying his eyes open, blurred sight took in the familure color's of the past as he looked at the other.

Nikita?

"gah-" the Nahtill grunted. It was her, it was...

"NIKITA!" The grown Balam released loudly past his pulled back maw. A roar so loud it was as if carried it's own wind source. His large paws pressed more into her shoulder. Claws unshieifted themselves from her own fur. He felt his heart thunder in his chest, as he looked down to his friend past her dishoved 'fur' and snarled face.  

[GunSniper]

Despite all of NIkita's efforts, she could not resist the sheer force from her foe's strength. It wasn't long before she found herself on her back and pinned to the ground. However, she was determined to give this beast hell. Even as he threw her to the ground she was determined to flail and make this as difficult as possible. Her legs continued to kick at him while her frame twisted and fought against his hold.

Though, as her name was boomed loud enough to shake the sands around them, she paused for a brief moment. Did that name mean anything? Did it matter that he spoke it? No. It couldn't have any more meaning past the sound.

Her cold eyes, filled with an emenced bloodlust, narrowed as she drew in a deep breath, than released a terrifying roar of her own. Even before the reverberating wave of the enemie's roar had finished pounding the earth. The sound clashed with his.

Crimson eyes set against black sclera seemed to brighten with a seething hatrid and a wild rage. Her nose wrinkled as her charp teeth remained spitefully shining at her target. Her hind legs seemed to kick harder.

She would re-gain the upperhand and tear out his thorat!
 

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As Nikita was unfazed by the roar, Riot blinked as she sent one back in his face. He had to admit it was rather difficult to 'see' Nikita past the snarl and hate that rested in her eyes.

A hurt one replaced his own determined one. Though he was determined to try something, reaching his head down to her own he tried to lick her brow.

However, such a action failed, as the Nahtil kicked repeatedly at his underside. Causing him to wince It was a lot harsher, then the time he was a cub and she had pinned him.

First time pinning her and he didn't even have the sadifaction of her realizing it.

With a growl, Riot let Nikita up and with a hop he leaped away from her.

"What is wrong with you!" Riot snarled, at the Nahtil as he started in a sore pace of a turn. Prepared to respond if she charged at him once more.  

[GunSniper]

Once free from her foe's pin, Nikita wasted no time in flying to her own feet. Her legs spread appart for purchase, her deadly eyes stabbing into his own seemingly hurt eyes. Was he hurt? Mournful? Why would this rat be mournful or confused? Death is only a part of life. In fact, death rules over life! It is inevitable for any fool... Perhaps he knows this?

Nikita released a sharp heated breath through her nostrils.

It hurt to look at this one. It caused her chest to ache and her mind to swim unpleasantly. The smell, the pink fur... She had to be rid of it before it caused any more pain!

Claws mercilessly bore into the ground as she charged forward, her head lowered to offer the full force of her skull to the unfortunate soul. Though, her ears were docked flat against her skull, she kept in tune to where her foe was. Cain was adimate about training her to use a proper skull-bash and be prepared for sudden changes. If she could knock all the wind out of him, she could easily silence his torment.  

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Riot's ears docked as he gained no answer except more anger, and a change.

"So be it!" Riot growled, with a hop his back claws dug into the ground upon landing. Launching himself forward. Riot tucked his head, and braced himself for something he knew was going to hurt...

Call him stubborn, and perhaps more then a little prideful or even say his judgment clouded by confusion...

The Tahtill propelled himself forward toward the fire kin, his neck and head just as ridged as her own target to mat his opposite.

He was Earth! And he would collide with Fire.

"Nikiktaaaaaa!" Riot dragged out in a roar, still hopeful he could reach her.  

[GunSniper]

Much to Nikita's advantage, her foe decided to charge her. As a cub, her skull was exceptionally thick. As an adult, it was incredably much thicker and even more like a solid bolder. Or even Bob's metalic armor.

Her pace begun to quicken to the other's own actions. He was practically giving her his pelt!

Behind her tail acted as a rutter to keep her on a proper collision course. The sands posed no problems in her progress forward. Back when she was a cub, she could hardly treck across the sands without slippong once or twice. Cain had trained her well to hold her balance. Now it seemed as if she simply glided across the surface of the desert. Her paws light and swift.

Though, the impact from her skull would be quite the oposite. She was ready to break his bones and claim a quick victory!  

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The sand was grip in his paws, and Riot didn't divert course. As his roar still refused to reach her, he braced for impact.

As Riot collided against Nikita's horns, it was more comparable to willing slamming one's head at a rock. Something he would be called a lier, if he claimed not to do such a thing. But knowing that fire kin, head bashed...it was something he prepared for in training. However, it wasn't as effective as he wasn't made to do such a thing. Perhaps it explained some of the 'thick-headed' nature.

There was a loud crack, where skull met horns. A warm seeped over his head, as a flash over took Riot's gaze. His frame quivered, and almost collapsed. Shuttered arms kept himself standing, but barely.

A wince gaze opened and look back into heated crimson eyes. Black scalar seethed like midnight into his soul. His maw clinched, as his paws forced themselves forward to stubbornly push back at Nikita. His skull throbbed.

"You're..." Came from Riot in a hardhead and stubborn seeth. "....it." He pushed past his maw in a breath, his paws pushing him more against and into her horns.  

[GunSniper]

It? Nikita's momentum slowed to the strange words of her foe. He was still on his feet and pushing back? His skull should have been smashed into his brains! The smell of blood filled Nikita's nostrils. She had damagedhim, that much was obvious, but why was he still standing? What did he mean by 'it'? She was it, the victor? No, he hadn't lay down.

She drew her head back briefly before she thrust it forward again against the foe's skull.

This time her assaault was not as vigerous as her last headbut. Her fierce claws quickly reached to get a quick swipe at his face befire plunging into the ground to joing the other. All her limbs worked to push against his skull.

A snarl returned to her features.

This was some abomination sent by the weaver to continue to torment her. Perhaps the weaver was upset she had found the light and truth through a star? She would never let such a cruel being get the best of her.

She was it! She was the victor.

 

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Riot's eyes closed and winced, as Nikita pushed back against his skull. Turning his head slowly, he felt the blood start to slip of his whiskers.

"Heh," Riot release softly in a dry laugh, realizing something hadn't changed as much as he thought. Something that this vary moment, collision brought to light.

"My fat head is still too soft..." He finished in a breath, a crocked smile formed on his lips as he watch the memory past his closed eyes. They where cubs, and fist discovered such a fact...

She did always like his 'fat head'.

Feeling the pressure release from his skull, Riot's eye opened only to see another flash of lightning directed at his maw. His head raised just In time to have his chin whiskers scaved. As she thrusted her self again, Riot turned his head to the side.

And a suppressed grunt, rattled from the Tahtill as his chest and shoulder was impacted. His left paw raise to rest it's self around her neck and back. As his right strong paw kept him standing. His left paw held no strength in it, and claws where unprovoked. However the embrace was felt strong.

Tail curled and shifted, to help keep his balance to the force of Nikita pushing against his shoulder and chest. His head raised, as he regained a breath that was force from his chest. Regaining a breath in his lungs, he soon put it toward a soft rattle of a purr.

He was happy? Yes. Because though they where fighting and she was for some reason trying to kill him, he had found her....or rather her, him.

Such a fact was taken advantage off, with a gentle lick where his maw could reach as she buried herself against his chest.