[M] Thundercats - The Sealed Passage. IC.

[Gin]

"Retreat!" Voices from fellow Thundarians shouted around Mjaros current position, their wierdly well aimed attack at their current camp was really making an impact it was suprising enough to not even get a noise about it before hand. The lizard amries were really pushing the camps limit and the voices around Mjaro was correct, they needed to retreat!

Though Mjaro was currently holding up on his own at the moment he knew that soon the lizard infantery units would overwhelm him. With a skillfull aim Mjaro leaped up at a tree branch starting by moving towards the north east in order to get out of the hot zone as soon as possible and figuring to save anyone that yet hopefully is alright.

How did they find us so easy... Grrr... Mjaro thought whilst reconing with his eyes for his own route out of there.

[DarkShadow]

Shadow backed away from the mass army of lizard men attacking.
How did they find us? He thought to himself. It didnt matter. They were going to die. Just as he readied himself to charge into their ranks, a lone call for retreat rang from the cats. This only served to fuel his anger.
"I do not fear them... i fear no one!" But even as he said it, he knew it was hopeless. He would only be fighting a battle already lost. But that didnt mean he couldnt hold them back for the others retreat. He threw a throwing at one of the lizard men, he dropping dead. Before he could reach the ground, Shadow had already drawn his sword, rushing into the thick of them.

He rushed one of them, driving his shoulder into its chest, the spikes atop his shoulder guard piercing its skin. He lifted his sword and beheaded it, before retrieving his knife and putting it back on his belt. Although he was fighting with all his strength, he was slowly being pushed back. As he slew another, one of the lizard men rushed him, throwing him some ways off. As it approached him, he threw his sword, it piercing its chest. He leapt up, and, with a blood thristy gaze leapt upon its stomach, grasped his sword and leapt off, simultaneously jerking his sword up, ripping the lizard man open.
The blood he spilt pleased him, his lust for vengeance being fed with each kill, although it diminished none.

[Mysteria]

Panthera moved silently through the woods crouched low to the ground under the cover of the thick brush, her spear in her hand as she approached their attackers, sneaking up from behind with the graceful stealth of a predator.

Swoosh.

The sound of her spear being twirled between her fingers building speed resounded in the nearby surrounding area, alerting the lizard men of her presence seconds to late.

With deathly precision the spear struck, knocking out first one, then two. The onslaught continued but still they came and the call to retreat met her ears. At any other time the Thunderan would have scoffed at the notion to retreat but the lizard mens' numbers were large and their own, minimal.

Once again that spear began to twirl, whirling through the warriors fingers at amazing speed. She made light work of the lizards, cutting a bloody path through them as she paved the way for the others to follow into the hills. They had to get away from the low lands and regroup if they were going to survive.

Panthera didn't stop to look behind her to see who all was following and whom had fallen. It was more important to keep moving forward and take out as many as she could, hopefully making it even a smidgen easier for the others to follow. They would have to come back for their dead and she would pray that the wounded were strong enough to make it into the hills. She would rather have had them die a warriors death than to have them captured by the lizard men.

Panthera's voice rang out through the chaos surrounding her, loud and clear the words came "Make for higher ground, to the caves!" The lizard men would have a harder time following them there as they did not have the speed and agility of the Thunderans. On higher ground they would have the advantage, it would be easier to ward off the Lizards there, to spot them before they approached while they regrouped in the caves and plotted their next course of action.

Her feet carried her through the woods with the agility of a gazelle and speed of a cheetah. Even as she ran her eyes scanned the forest for any signs of Mjaro but she found none. Her heart sank slightly. Even though what they'd once share was no more, he still owned that small part of her heart and his safety was first and foremost on her mind because even after all of this time she had not forgotten what once was.

Onward she tread trying to reach the hills, and praying that Mjara and all of the Thundercats would soon be to follow.

[Nico Kenni]

From a cavern within the nearby mountains, a lone figure stood watch over the battle below. For months, Anchors the Shamed had watched the Thunderans battle it out with the lizardmen, the once proud soldier no longer having a stake in this war. If Mumm-Ra were to win, it would take the evil sorcerer years to ever find the disgraced Thunderan. If his brethren were victorious, however, he would still remain a hermit, secluded in his mountains until the day he died.

Watching the Thunderans fall like lambs to the slaughter stirred something in Anchors, however. Despite a stupid strategy bvy their leader, there was something to be said of his former kinsmens ferocity. In fact, there were three soldiers in particular that caught the ever-watchful eye of the shamed one. Three warriors who, in Anchors mind, would be the ones to make it out of this massacre alive.

The first Anchors had named 'The Runner'. He had realized how futile the battle had become, and darted for the trees. Lizardmen were notoriously bad climbers, so this was a pretty wise tactic, as long as the barbaric reptiles did not manipulate their strength to tear down the forest. It was a possibility, Anchors thought, but an unlikely one when he considered how many Thunderans there were to fight on the ground. This point brought to mind the second of the three, 'The Brute'.

Left and right, he was tearing down his enemies. It was getting to the point that the lizardmen were actually afraid to go near this warrior. While The Runner had escaped into the trees, The Brute had decided to stay his ground. Now, the lizardmen seemed to be making a conscious effort to go around this power house. Anchors figured this Thunderan would be rewarded with many a medal for his valor.

The third was labeled 'The Assassin'. She attacked her foes with precision and stealth, running away similar to The Runner, but attacking with the tactics of The Brute. This female Thunderan was light on her feet, though there was something holding her back. A loved one lost in battle, perhaps? Anchors watched this character with the most curious eyes. For while The Runner was avoiding confrontation, and The Brute accepting it, The Assassin was foolishly giving herself away with every life she took. The strategist's watchful eye noticed a pack of three lizardmen sneaking up on The Assassin, who at that moment was busily making her way to the hills. Despite her incredible speed, the numbers of the lizardmen would overwhelm her shortly.

Anchors sighed, looking down at the crossbow in his left hand. Raising up the weapon, he loaded several arrows into the bow and aimed carefully. The 'thwip' of the arrows as they lodged into each of his opponent's head, sending them dropping to the ground brought back memories of the war to Anchors. The Thunderan shook off these feelings, and continued to load arrows, releasing them into the skulls of his reptilian foes.

When the wind finally blew through, knocking around the shrubs and trees, they would find a group of lizardmen, all dead with arrows in various points in their head. There was a certain finesse to the kills, a intricate precision that only a true strategist could exploit. This was the power of Anchors the Shamed, and it was a power that, as far as Anchors was concerned, would rarely be seen in this confrontation.

[StormWolf]

"Come and fight me like real animals, you scale-hided mongrels!" a voice rose up from the clamor of battle like a phoenix from the ashes of what was once the great empire of Thundera. Standing atop a mound of scrap that had previously been one of the lizard war machines, a towering Cat stood, one thick arm raised high to brandish a mighty hammer. The head of the hammer was silver-grey, lightly reflecting the lights of fires from the skirmish that had erupted like a volcano. One of the lizard took the massive Cat up on his challenge, clambering up the mound of metal, hissing and brandishing a chipped sword. With a great roar, the Cat brought his hammer in to the flank of the lizard, sending the limp form of the creature tumbling back down to the dirt.

"I am Lygarion! I am but a shard of Thundera's spirit and might! Flee and beg your master to be lenient for your failure!" Lygarion, the hammer of Thundera, held his arms wide, his broad chest puffed up in pride as he roared over the battlefield. Hubris always was a vice of his, pride and glory and redemption occupying Lygarion's every thought in the heat of the struggle. It ususally took a great deal of punishment to knock some sense in to the towering Liger. As if on queue, another lizard war machine broke through the treeline, its cannon aimed at Lygarion. With a bright green light, the walking war machine charged its cannon, ready to fire.

"Whiskers..." Lygarion swore, leaping from the wreck he had made his pedistal just in time to avoid being evaporated by the lizard technology. The force of the blast dashed Lygarion across the hard earth, heavy chunks of metal landing beside him. With a groan, the towering Liger used his hammer to help himself back on his feet,

"Every time..." he chuckled, casting a glare at the slowly advancing machine. He could take it. A solid hammer throw to the cockpit would render the machine useless.... but Lygarion had no idea where the cockpit was. Growling in frustration, Lygarion withdrew in to the woods. He was alone and while he was mighty, the great number of the lizards would whittle him down eventually. He needed to find some of his fellow Thundercats and stand ground with them. "Until next time, metalhead." On the wind, he heard a voice from one of his comrades. Lygarion could tell just by the pitch that it was a fellow Thundercat.

"Retreat! the voices cried.

"What folly is this?!" Lygarion growled as he ran through the forest, smashing trees out of his way with a mighty fist. He was not a swift runner like Panthera always was, but Lygarion had his strength and his size. There was no other Thunderan, and possibly no other creature, who could bear the weight and burden of the Hammer of Thundera. He had seen others try and try until their muscles unraveled and tore, yet Lygarion remained the sole Cat who could lift the weapon, let alone swing it or throw with with such might. Breaking through the treeline, Lygarion saw Panthera and his other comrades climbing the steep face of the mountain, Lizards pressing on slowly.

Roaring and charging up the hill, Lygarion raised his hammer high over his head and brought it down on the first row of Lizard, crushing their bones in to gravel and sending their shattered forms in to the dirt. Using his powerful legs to climb the mountain after, the massive Liger pounded any Lizards he saw in to the mountainside or threw them back to the base of the mountain itself. Looking up at the nearest Cat, Lygarion roared,

"Who gave the retreat order? Are we Cats or mice?"

[DarkShadow]

The bodies began piling. Both the cats and the lizardmen were losing many a man. Shadow leapt over one of the lizards and grasped its skull upon touching ground.
"Thy shall have nay sanctuary."
He jerked its head, snapping its neck, and let it drop dead, just as a cat rushed by, twirling a spear. Quick she was, slaying many. She let a call to head for higher ground, and, although Shadow didn't like it, he knew he must. Live to fight another day, as one would say.

He drove his sword into one of the lizards, impaling him on the end of his sword. Shadow cast the body on a small group of other lizards, knocking each down. The lizards were clumsy beasts, easily disposed of. He leapt to where they lay, and struck at them, blood flying around in a flurry. He was in his element. He snapped out of his trance and ran afvter the one who wielded the spear, his speed marvelous. He leapt in the air, and flipped over a cat, driving his sword into one of the lizards. The cat he had aided ran off. There was no time for pleasantries in war.

As he looked around, he cursed himself. He'd lost her. As he looked farther uphill, he saw a flash of her fur, but before he could go, a large lizard crashed into him, wielding two short swords. Shadow looked up at the attacker. He had mismatched armor, which looked much too small for him, likely looted from fallen foes. What distured Shadow most was the cat skull hanging from the lizards neck. Such rage filled him. A lowly lizard had bested a cat, and lived to tell the tale. Hmph. He ran at him, and ducked between its legs at the last second. While it was turning around, Shadow dispatched it with a swift strike.
Shadow ran uphill, killing lizardmen left and right. His fury would be quenched.

[Gin]

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