Mountain Path || Morning
Clover 69 || Kolven 46
It was useless. Somewhere inside Kolven knew the fight was futile, but they had to try anyway, right? The dog just mocked them, cackling and putting on a show of its power as it went after the other Mightyena. It was Jack that took the initiative. He threw a thunderbolt as the alpha attacked Maka, and and while it did not connect Kolven knew it likely saved the young hound from further injury. Finn took his chance next by throwing boulders and flames alike, but other than small patch of singed fur it did little aside from tire him out.
"Fox all out of fire? Your the first to knick me, but...you'll have to do better than that." He continued to mock them like this was some sort of fun game, as if the choice between making them it's puppets or next meal was all that rode on this battle. It attacked the last of its pack for legend's sake! With his eyes locked on Maka's wounded leg Kolven didn't even register the dark sphere forming at the beast's maw. He bound forward, trying to make it to Maka's side, when claws suddenly sunk into his pelt and sent him tumbling across the snow.
The world spun around like a tipsy Hitmontop. Snow, trees, and a creeping black aura blurring into one sheet of color as the cat rolled. Pain shot through his body both old and new. He was barely able to make out the sizzling darkness as he fizzled out on his arms when he came to a stop. Shaking his head in an effort to stop the world from spinning Kolven gasped upon seeing his sister in a similar heap a few feet away. He hissed, dragging himself up and to his sister. Clover was sinking her paws deep in the snow, her chest heaving as she coughed up dark blood. Her red eye shot toward him before he could speak up, and the darkened fur on her face became apparent. "Stupid," she growled, tail trashing as she got back to her paws. Blood dribbled from her mouth, a low moan behind her words that was not there before. "Fight."
The Molly staggered away from him, head down and breath wheezing. Had she, taken the attack for him. Tossing his head back Kolven could see the claws marks in his pelt. Again, she had saved him. Again he was a mockery of a guardian. Digging his claws into the snow the tom charged forward. Something about this place had made him soft but no more. Strafing to the west he practically roared as he shot a Thunderbolt at the alpha. His fire felt as though it was on fire but the Meowth did not stop. I will protect her.