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Kaleo turned on his heel and bared his teeth at the other toa. Sizing up his new opponent. His familiar, familiar opponent.There was a gleam in the fantail's eye, malicious and crazed. ...He had no doubt that if he managed to land a blow, it would be to kill. Luckily for him, Messus's streets had taught him how to fight dirty. This ket was an elder. Head to head, a scrawny little young thing like himself wouldn't stand a chance. He didn't need to win, though. He just needed to keep him from following immediately when he bolted. "Do you normally chase after everyone who comes sniffing after your camp?" Get him talking. People like this guy loved to see people squirm. Let him think he had the upper hand. (And try not to think about the fact that he absolutely did.)

The harpy dashed forward, and not for the first time in his long life, Falkenrath cursed the entire concept of a Greheli master. He closed his eyes just as his muzzle brushed the harpy's tail, and he resisted snapping his jaws on the fleeting feathers to focus on landing--and to keep the reeking quald dung out of his mouth. He came down on his front paws and slipped into motion, shaking the ick from his muzzle and already circling the stone harpy. He opened his eyes with a low growl and flicked his tail into its full fan. "No not at all, just familiar tail feathers." he crooned over his growl, emerald eyes burning. "What were you doing sneaking around my camp, hm, beautiful?" he asked. It wasn't true flirting, no. But if his quarry wanted to play hard to get...

"Looking for food." It was a smooth lie. And a believable one. Kishi and Nav were very intent on feeding him, so his ribs didn't stick out so bad against his short, dense coat. But he was still thin as a rail. "In the end, I didn't trust anything not to be drugged." the faux praise churned his stomach. This psychopath was about the last person he wanted under his tail. He leaned on his front paws a little more, watching intently. Ready to move if the other sprung. "The stink of that stuff you're brewing gets into everything. I couldn't trust my nose."

"You usually steal food from other ketucari's camps?" Falkenrath scoffed around his snarl. He didn't blink, watching the young harpy. Oh he remembered this one. "I suppose you would be--you were the one nosing around in that tiny little village, weren't you? You can't just leave things well enough alone, can you?" he purred, and licked his tusks. Without warning, as he set his left foot down in the dry soil, he hooked his claws and fingers into it and threw it at the harpy's face--and follwed its path with a snarl and lunge.

"Sometimes. Easier than separating a quald from the herd. Especially when the person making the camp is kind of a dick." he hopped back a step, lowering his head and waaatching. "Sorry. It's really a problem of mine. I just don't like anyone who preys on the weak." he bared his tusks. The fantail put his foot down, flicked it- Kaleo was already moving, but didn't manage to dodge the dry soil entirely. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sting. The fantail's path wasn't hard to anticipate, though, and he whirled, ducked. Bucking with his back legs, kicking out like a quald. A blind attack, but if he was right about where his foe was going, it should connect.

Oh it was a pity the whelp knew so much about him. He'd have had so much fun with this one if they'd reunited under better circumstances. The harpy spun, away from his lunge and Falkenrath snarled--already rippling his magic through his skin guard against attacks. Kaleo's feet struck his side, but Falkenrath twisted and snapped his jaws down on a boney ankle and yanked. The time for talking was over, if this harpy had spoiled his brew, on top of the bit he'd stolen back in Dregda, he didn't get to live another day.

Teeth closed on his ankle and pulled. Kaleo bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pain. ...he'd walked on worse, but this would slow him down. He spun, opening his eyes a crack so he wasn't completely blind, and tried to sink his teeth into the back of the fantail's flank. It was like biting a rock. ...Dasrah. Just what he needed. ...Well... time to play even less nice. The longer he stayed here, the higher the chances his innards were going to become his outerds. He snarled, and bashed the his free foot into the fantail's muzzle, swatting it repeatedly and trying to get his back claws into an eye.

The harpy twisted, and Falkenrath snarled when teeth clicked against his flank. He cackled around Kaleo's ankle and tugged again, trying to drag the spirited pain the neck away from himself, maybe remove that leg. He could, it would be so easy to just focus his magic into the harpy's hip joint and blast it off-- A claw collided with his nostrils and he released the harpy's ankle with a startled roar. That monstrous little--! "I'll fucking kill you!" flames licked around his muzzle, heat rose in his throat. His dormant embers flared to life around him and he leaped forward to slam his shoulder into Kaleo's hip and bite his tail.

Kaleo hissed, scrabbling back to his feet. Planting himself, legs slightly spread and body low. Flames sparked around the fantail's muzzle and body. Wait for it... wait for the right moment. A sparkling barrier flared to life, the fire splashing against it and bouncing back. The fantail himself smashing into it with a dull thud. Kaleo snorted, yanking that fanned tail with another gob of Greheli. Feathers fluttered to the ground. And when his opponent's head turned... picked him up by the shoulders, concentrating every ounce of force he could muster into launching him into the air. The shocked fantail sailed into the air, cresting the nearby trees. Kaleo didn't bother to wait to see where he'd landed. He turned and ran as fast as his injured paw could take him. ...at this pace, he could be back in the city by sundown the next day. (His foot would hate him, but it'd be worth it.) ...Maybe he'd ask a certain glowing toa if he could hide out for a few days. Just to be sure.

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Kaleo turned on his heel and bared his teeth at the other toa. Sizing up his new opponent. His familiar, familiar opponent.There was a gleam in the fantail's eye, malicious and crazed. ...He had no doubt that if he managed to land a blow, it would be to kill. Luckily for him, Messus's streets had taught him how to fight dirty. This ket was an elder. Head to head, a scrawny little young thing like himself wouldn't stand a chance. He didn't need to win, though. He just needed to keep him from following immediately when he bolted. "Do you normally chase after everyone who comes sniffing after your camp?" Get him talking. People like this guy loved to see people squirm. Let him think he had the upper hand. (And try not to think about the fact that he absolutely did.)

The harpy dashed forward, and not for the first time in his long life, Falkenrath cursed the entire concept of a Greheli master. He closed his eyes just as his muzzle brushed the harpy's tail, and he resisted snapping his jaws on the fleeting feathers to focus on landing--and to keep the reeking quald dung out of his mouth. He came down on his front paws and slipped into motion, shaking the ick from his muzzle and already circling the stone harpy. He opened his eyes with a low growl and flicked his tail into its full fan. "No not at all, just familiar tail feathers." he crooned over his growl, emerald eyes burning. "What were you doing sneaking around my camp, hm, beautiful?" he asked. It wasn't true flirting, no. But if his quarry wanted to play hard to get...

"Looking for food." It was a smooth lie. And a believable one. Kishi and Nav were very intent on feeding him, so his ribs didn't stick out so bad against his short, dense coat. But he was still thin as a rail. "In the end, I didn't trust anything not to be drugged." the faux praise churned his stomach. This psychopath was about the last person he wanted under his tail. He leaned on his front paws a little more, watching intently. Ready to move if the other sprung. "The stink of that stuff you're brewing gets into everything. I couldn't trust my nose."

"You usually steal food from other ketucari's camps?" Falkenrath scoffed around his snarl. He didn't blink, watching the young harpy. Oh he remembered this one. "I suppose you would be--you were the one nosing around in that tiny little village, weren't you? You can't just leave things well enough alone, can you?" he purred, and licked his tusks. Without warning, as he set his left foot down in the dry soil, he hooked his claws and fingers into it and threw it at the harpy's face--and follwed its path with a snarl and lunge.

"Sometimes. Easier than separating a quald from the herd. Especially when the person making the camp is kind of a dick." he hopped back a step, lowering his head and waaatching. "Sorry. It's really a problem of mine. I just don't like anyone who preys on the weak." he bared his tusks. The fantail put his foot down, flicked it- Kaleo was already moving, but didn't manage to dodge the dry soil entirely. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sting. The fantail's path wasn't hard to anticipate, though, and he whirled, ducked. Bucking with his back legs, kicking out like a quald. A blind attack, but if he was right about where his foe was going, it should connect.

Oh it was a pity the whelp knew so much about him. He'd have had so much fun with this one if they'd reunited under better circumstances. The harpy spun, away from his lunge and Falkenrath snarled--already rippling his magic through his skin guard against attacks. Kaleo's feet struck his side, but Falkenrath twisted and snapped his jaws down on a boney ankle and yanked. The time for talking was over, if this harpy had spoiled his brew, on top of the bit he'd stolen back in Dregda, he didn't get to live another day.

Teeth closed on his ankle and pulled. Kaleo bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pain. ...he'd walked on worse, but this would slow him down. He spun, opening his eyes a crack so he wasn't completely blind, and tried to sink his teeth into the back of the fantail's flank. It was like biting a rock. ...Dasrah. Just what he needed. ...Well... time to play even less nice. The longer he stayed here, the higher the chances his innards were going to become his outerds. He snarled, and bashed the his free foot into the fantail's muzzle, swatting it repeatedly and trying to get his back claws into an eye.

The harpy twisted, and Falkenrath snarled when teeth clicked against his flank. He cackled around Kaleo's ankle and tugged again, trying to drag the spirited pain the neck away from himself, maybe remove that leg. He could, it would be so easy to just focus his magic into the harpy's hip joint and blast it off-- A claw collided with his nostrils and he released the harpy's ankle with a startled roar. That monstrous little--! "I'll fucking kill you!" flames licked around his muzzle, heat rose in his throat. His dormant embers flared to life around him and he leaped forward to slam his shoulder into Kaleo's hip and bite his tail.

Kaleo hissed, scrabbling back to his feet. Planting himself, legs slightly spread and body low. Flames sparked around the fantail's muzzle and body. Wait for it... wait for the right moment. A sparkling barrier flared to life, the fire splashing against it and bouncing back. The fantail himself smashing into it with a dull thud. Kaleo snorted, yanking that fanned tail with another gob of Greheli. Feathers fluttered to the ground. And when his opponent's head turned... picked him up by the shoulders, concentrating every ounce of force he could muster into launching him into the air. The shocked fantail sailed into the air, cresting the nearby trees. Kaleo didn't bother to wait to see where he'd landed. He turned and ran as fast as his injured paw could take him. ...at this pace, he could be back in the city by sundown the next day. (His foot would hate him, but it'd be worth it.) ...Maybe he'd ask a certain glowing toa if he could hide out for a few days. Just to be sure.