FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid

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Out of the corner of his eye, the tabby reappeared. Jervis parried backwards. The blade missed him, but he clearly saw it's intents to kill as it swung through the air with gusto. Passionate swings. An over-emotional Crow was appearing before his eyes and showing where his true loyalty lied. Though he was unaware that Crow was her father, he now knew that he had a prize to hold over the other leader's head. If he could manage to grab the girl and run, there would be utter chaos. But not now. That would have to come later. Jervis had to keep fighting.

Even if his eyes were wide out of surprise, the fox let out a cackle of victory. "What?" he shouted cockily. "Is this one important to you?" For now he bounced on the tips of his paws.

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tags - penned by orion