(ACE) The LOSTLORN Team

"I may hate cowards, but it's a death trap staying here. There is a difference between a coward and someone who knows when to quit."
Marvin watches as the umbreon and absol take their leave. This was a mess and could end only one way in the skuntank's mind. Until he hears a wet smack and shriek of the Zebstrika he doesn't move. Sure, he's seen and heard about some ghastly things since this whole mess started, but this made every fur on his pelt prickle.

This was escalating even quicker than he had anticipated...that thing had sliced that poor bastard open without even a second thought...Then, as if on the flip of a switch, the undead turned on itself! With sounds and swipe so terrible you'd think it was fighting another monster, but there was only thin air in front of it. That, and all the torn flesh and blood that it peeled and shredded from its own hide like a knife through butter. And it could do the same thing potentially to me... The thoughts made him tense every muscle. He felt no true companionship for the now fallen zebstrika..it felt cruel to leave, to run, like everyone else. But, well,...the world was cruel now. Better most of them escape then to all fall to this beast because he had something to prove.

The poison-type opens his mouth to say something. Something witty, something to comfort the other as he fell to his death bed, but there were no words. He didn't even know him! Slowly closing his mouth, he clenches his jaw, turns and flees into the forest surrounding them. Whatever that thing is that used to be a weavile was, it would be done with the equine soon and he sure as hell didn't want to be the next nearest body for it to play with.


((ooc: leaving post))

She didn't care that they left. Prey was easy to track when scared, leaving obvious trails and the heavy stench of fear behind, she could wait for them. Her current toy remained and that was all that mattered. She had promised to give him a glorious death to thank him for showing her how to purge the world of the wretched warmth that plagued it. All would be white, ice and snow blanketing the pristine bones she would leave scattered across the regions, a winter wonderland.

And it would be hers.

Raising her shredded arm the Weavile pointed her elegant claws at the neck of the Zebstrika, tracing the curves with a touch as light as Beautifly wings, and allowed herself a small smile. "Honored? You should be, for showing me. The ice that rests in all bodies shall become the new world." Carefully she pressed one of the long digits into his skin and watched as the crimson liquid within began to drip and trail down the claw, fascinating her for a moment. His soft whinny of pain brought Weavile back to the present and she pressed it in further, delighting as he began to whimper and wiggle, knees buckling out from under him and bringing him crashing to the ground. He struggled to get her off which only drove her claw in deeper. And deeper. Until her very paw touched his skin and the tip of the razor sharp appendage could be seen poking out from the other side.

With a sinister laugh she pulled her claw out as swift as lightning, delighting in the scream she ripped from the horse after the shock registered. With a happy grin and delighted chuckle she began to stab him again and again all over his body, testing what spots made different sounds from the fallen equine. It was like a game for her and the most honest way she could show her appreciation to the zebra. The fact that it was fun was only a bonus.

They all left him to deal with the Weavile. Everyone did. Sil, the kitten, the dragon, even the idiots he didn't know where there fucked off and the only one who stayed by his side was Kinah. He'd given her quite a bit of grief when they first met but it turned out she was the most loyal. The only one who was, actually. Even though she struggled with her own injuries he could see the fighter making her way over to try and help him, despite the earlier calls he made for everyone to stay away. She called his bluff and hopefully the Weavile wouldn't notice.

"Honored? You should be, for showing me. The ice that rests in all bodies shall become the new world."

Only half listening the Zebstrika turned his gaze back to he weasel and struggled to get away from the claw digging into his neck, the sharp claw breaking skin and making his struggles even more desperate. But it seemed to only encourage the ice type because before he knew it her entire claw went through his neck and came jutting out the other side, the blinding white pain bursting behind his eyes and making him feel like he was about to die just from the agony. But then she ripped it out and he realized that hurt more than the stabbing. He cried and pleaded but the Weavile just bounced around him and shoved her claws in repeatedly, everywhere she could reach, and before Kinah could get to him Cassius was on the group crying and rolling in agony.

Kinah couldn't stand to see the torture anymore and leapt at the Undead with her Acrobatics, hoping to distract her and get the psychotic bitch away from the guy. His blood was seeping into the ground all around him, forming a dark pool of crimson staining his coat wherever it touched. He looked like death was already forming a grip and she wanted to try and get him away where she could help him. But if she had to carry him then it would require defeating the Ice Queen first.

Sending a Drain Punch towards the Weavile Kinah found herself at Cassius's side and knelt down, paw pressing on the larger neck wound to try and staunch the blood flow. "Can you stand?" she asked quickly, eying the Harbinger warily. "No..." he muttered weakly, barely able to lift his head to her paw. "Shite. Guess I have to do this the hard way then." Standing between Weavile and her fallen companion the Mienshao took a defensive stance, one paw turned toward her opponent and giving her the briefest of gestures.

"Bring it."

((Next round is last round Weavile, knock Kinah away (can be injured but not permanently) and kill Cassius since she will be going to a new team after this. Thank you for all your hard work!))

Why? WhywhywhywhyWHY?! Why did these useless heat bags always have to make everything so difficult? Was it really so complicated for them to just die and give up that blasted warmth so that she might have her wonderland? It wasn't so much to ask!
But no....

That fucking Mienshao just had to get up and get in the way again. She stood in the way of Weavile and her prey and had the gall to call her over? HER?! Like Weavile was going to just come sauntering over like a fucking dog? Unbridled fury had the ice type Harbinger's muscles twitching, her eyes glowing a demonic red as a sneer split her face in two. She raised her bone arm up to her face and licked the still dripping crimson from the dagger-like claws and raised the middle one up to the female. The fighter seemed to take offense but didn't move so there was no choice but to move her by force.

Summoning up as much energy as she could the Harbinger of winter shot out her most powerful Ice Beam, sending it crashing into the face of the equine and covering his muzzle completely in inches thick crystalline water. It was his muffled cries for help that distracted the ermine and Weavile wasted no time in using her Dark Pulse to knock the fighter off of her feat and summoning a Shadow Claw to bat her yards away. As she loomed over the suffocating zebra Weavile couldn't help but let out an eerie chuckle, pleased at how alive his eyes were even as his chest heaved for air that couldn't reach his lungs. From the angry gash she left in his gut she could see the swollen organs twitching and pounding for some kind of relief but the ice was too solid and no air could pass through. She watched in delight as his eyes finally rolled up into his head and his body went still, the last bit of his life draining out into the soil and cooling on contact.


Finally. Blessed chill.


With a satisfied grin Weavile marched over to the fallen Mienshao and grabbed her by the neck with her fleshless appendage, dragging them face to face as she made her claim. "Winter will be mine," she spat, letting her claws dig dangerously into the throat of her captive. "Interfere ever again and I. Will. Kill. You." With that she slammed the fighter's head into a tree and left the unconscious remains to drop gracelessly to the ground in a heap, kicking it once for good measure before walking over to her prize. "What a lovely sculpture you'll make..." she cooed, immediately settling into her task of scraping the flesh from every square inch of bone until nothing remained but a scratched and battered skeleton. Quickly freezing it with the last of her ice Weavile giggled happily before stepping back to admire her work.

The frost and bone formed perfectly together to make an ice sculpture glorious enough to rival any human creation, the blue ice reflecting off of white and yellow bone to give off a macabre beauty only she could see. In this way he would last forever, and so would her wonderland. Shooting one last glance to the fallen female she fought back the urge to kill her too, wanting someone to admire her beautiful piece, before slipping off back into the trees from where she came to hunt down the ones that escaped.

He certainly hadn't seen that one coming. Out of all the blood and pain the Weavile seemed so intent on delivering the fact that she would choose suffocation as her method of ending him seemed bizarre. But nonetheless here he was, his lungs struggling to bring in air when only cold filled his nose and mouth, the ice so tight around his muzzle not even a wisp of air could seep through to his relief. The Zebrstrika whinnied in fear as he felt his heart racing, his chest heaving rapidly as his vision tunneled, knowing for sure that he wasn't making it out of this one. As his vision turned to darkness his mind began to wander, reflecting over recent past and distant, the collective of his life seemingly unimpressive when compared to his death, he felt a angry calm wash over him.

His mind centered around one picture, a green doe bathed in silver, her eyes as she took in his beaten form and turned round to leave him to his fate. She left. Fucking left without so much as a word. After it was her fault he lost his eye, her fault that the Weavile was attracted to them, her fault that he was stuck like this....she had the gall to run for her own life. Bitch. He cursed her name and even as he felt oblivion reaching him Cassius knew he had one last thought to push out into the universe.

'Sil...you traitor...I'll see you in hell.'

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Kinah couldn't even move fast enough to block the ice that rapidly enveloped Cassius's face. He struggled and cried out in agony as the chill robbed him of his very breath. He struggled for a bit but she was more preoccupied by the Dark Pulse that suddenly swept her off her feet before a hand of pure bone wrapped around her neck and dragged her up. "Interfere ever again and I. Will. Kill. You." the Weavile spat, Kinah glaring back tired yet defiant. "Fuck you..." she groaned painfully only to be rewarded with her head meeting a tree behind her and succumbing to the concussion.

She had no idea how much time had passed by from the time she was knocked out to the time she awoke but the pain flaring up as she tried to move certainly indicated to the Mienshao that she certainly was alive. Everything hurt, even her brain, but she struggled to her feet anyway. At first all she could make out where shadows, concern flaring in her as her eyes failed to adjust. She groped behind her and found a solid tree trunk, gripping it and pulling herself to a sitting position to lean against it as she tried to focus her sight. Eventually shapes started to become more apparent, trees and the ground, nearby plants and rocks, but most everything distant was still a colorful blur. The most curious being the large blue and white object sitting in the middle of the battlefield.

It took nearly an hour for her head to finally clear enough, the blood vessels in her eyes receding and allowing for more clear images if still a bit grainy around the edges. Kinah decided to try and get up, making her way over to the strange blue object to try and get a sense of her bearings. She didn't smell the Weavile anymore so she hoped the psycho had merely thought her dead and took off but still kept her hearing alert to see if there was any chance of the bitch trying a sneak attack. As she got closer to the blue object, however, the fighter stopped dead in her tracks and tears glistened freshly in her eyes. It wasn't some random ice attack that had been left from the battle....it was Cassius. Stripped bare of all flesh and tendon all that stood now was a skeleton wrapped in ice like a frozen statue. The only indication that it was her former friend at all being the multiple lacerations from the Weavile's claws and the deep gash over one eye where the roof had collapsed on him.

"Cassius...." she whispered sadly, paw trailing down the face of the sculpture, silently apology feeding her tears as they fell down her cheeks to the ground. She was the only one left. Everyone else had either fucked off or was already dead and now she stood alone in the middle of a field of death. Again. Bitterness crept into her heart as she thought of Sil abandoning them, of the stubborn monochromatic horse and his bravado, of the ones who tried to help but failed. Why, again, was she the only one strong enough and smart enough to make it out? Why was she always alone when these things happened? Clenching his fist on the smooth surface of ice she pounded once, half-heartedly, but knew even if she did get him out there was no point. There wasn't much left to bury and the male always did pride himself on his beauty. Fresh tears burning again she pushed herself away, looking to the sky to the world turning orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. With nothing else to do and no one else to go on the fighter pushed forward, hoping the next place would be better.

But that hope was a bitter pill to swallow.