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It was hard to think. Sprinkle's mind was burning with anger, aching as she charged towards the center of town. This attack- this monster, in Wynsiph. Utterly outrageous, and more importantly, dangerous. She moved quickly towards the fight, each foot kicking off the ground with great power to propel her towards the offender. It would pay for this attack, it would pay for the lives it was endangering, the injuries it caused... the deaths...

The scene was worse than Sprinkles could have imagined. While the Deelagun was already injured from the efforts of others, the town was atrocious. Buildings damaged, not just broken windows, but walls which tails had whipped against, severe structural damage which couldn't be fixed in any simple manner. Sprinkles cursed to herself as she considered that there were probably fools trying to hide in there. She wanted to help them too, but she could only do one thing at a time, and there were plenty of cowards about. Wyngrew who wouldn't fight the malicious creature. Wyngrew who wanted to let it live. They should be helping vulnerable wyngrew escape. They should see the damage this monster caused.

These thoughts only passed through Sprinkles' mind briefly however, as she turned her attention to the Deelagun. And oh the horrible scene before her. Wyngrew, absolutely battered, some with horrific injuries, yet fighting. She rushed to join them, bounding towards the Deelagun and staring up at it to decide on her approach. It wasn't until she heard an awful crack that she took note of the other horrible thing which this thing had done. A powerful tail aimed at a flying wyngrew whipped through the air, clipping a branch of the nova tree. An explosion of shimmering dust provided a moment of misleading beauty in the sky, and a large nova crystal came crashing to the ground.

Sprinkles let out a furious war cry as she neared the Deelagun. It was for the most part preoccupied, there were armed wyngrew, flying wyngrew, and magical wyngrew for it to worry about. Sprinkles cursed again, at herself for not grabbing some sort of weapon. No matter, she could still punish it. She lunged at a tail, punching it. It whipped through the air, she dodged. She set her stance, and as it whipped back the other way, she exploded forth to ram into the tail. It wasn't aiming to strike her, but rather trying to strike an airborne wyngro from the air. She managed to divert it's attack, and the bony spikes ripped harmlessly through the air below the wyngro. She punched it, jab, jab, elbow, uppercut! Anything she could do, anything to help her fellows defeat it.

It was funny, as much as she hated the Deelagun, as much as she wanted to slay it, to mercilessly punish the monster who dared set foot in her city, who dared damage their prized Nova tree, who dared attack, who dared hurt, who dared kill her fellows. Sprinkles almost felt guilty, as she considered how good it felt to fight. She felt absolutely purposeful. Defending and fighting for the others, risking her own well-being to aid others. It was as thought she was fulfilling some innate desire. Wouldn't it be utterly boring to live a life of peace, to never face any challenges, never have anything to conquer? She struck the tail. Yeah, it would be boring.
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She battered on, feeling only an increasing fury, and disgust at those who wished to let the Deelagun flee. The torn skin was wings? Ridiculous, this was a bloodthirsty monster which would kill a wyngro as quickly now as it would earlier that same day. You can fight off a predator, but as long as it lives it will return for it's meal. It was a battle of survival, and Wynsiph would survive. What did that hag know anyway? She grunted a laugh to herself at the thought, and almost as retribution searing pain appeared in her face. In a moment of distraction she allowed it to hurt her, the bony spike tore right into her cheek, dangerously close to her eye. She spat in surprise and renewed fury, attacking relentlessly. She used her hind claws to kick at the Deelagun and tear into it's own skin. "Doesn't feel so fucking great, does it?!" Perhaps it seemed cruel, this Deelagun on it's last limbs, Sprinkles only adding three scratches to hundreds, not even comparing to the extreme injuries the giant suffered. Sprinkles would not think so though, after all it was it who attacked them. It certainly picked the wrong place to invade.

Blood dripped down her cheek, it was odd. She focused on fighting, she didn't want to take another hit. She would be lucky to finish this fight without broken bones or lost limbs. She envisioned a horrid scene. Herself, her friends, bleeding out on the stones around the nova tree. Body parts scattered, deep and irreparable gashes littering their skin. Sprinkles forced the thought from her mind with another flurry of attacks. The blood kept dripping, odd. So odd. It was hot, but nothing like tears. Not that Sprinkles would admit to ever crying. It came hot, but thick, heavy. It dripped over her lip. It tasted metallic. It tickled her eyelid, she kept the eye shut from the pain. Luckily, the adrenaline helped with the pain.

She fought and fought, and the blood escaping from the deep gash in her cheek did not slow. The tail she thought was smeared with it, moreso from her attacks than from it managing to hit her. Again, Sprinkles was lucky it was distracted. It could so easily break her. Perhaps she could dodge and fight a distracted tail, but a focused whip, or worse- it's full attention, was likely deadly. She continued attacking. Nobody deserved to die. Nobody, nobody except the killer monster. She could keep this up. There were wyngrew still fighting all around the area, many clearly injured, many injuries clearly much more severe than hers. Jab. Jab. Pause, tackle. Kick, kick, punch, kick. By now Sprinkles had done a fair amount of damage to it's tail, or at least that relatively small portion of the tail. She imagined having a weapon- the tail would be shredded- shredded just like cheese. If only she had a knife. Or- or a saw! It would certainly help if the Deelagun underwent some tail amputation.

Sprinkles let out a final weakened attack, before using a burst of energy to put some distance between herself and the Deelagun. She felt utterly exhausted. She had little concept of time- actually no concept of time. She had no idea how long she had been fighting. The Deelagun was still standing, so not long enough. She tried to catch her breath. It wouldn't help anyone for her to move closer again and get hurt- it would only make work for someone. Unless she died. Wouldn't that be convenient? Was she crying? Oh Chii, gross. She wiped her eyes, one paw cleared a slight spot of wetness below her right eye, the other found a pool of blood, and Sprinkles nearly jumped in pain as her own paw came in contact with the gash. It was bad, and it hurt like hell. Incredible what adrenaline could do, Sprinkles expected a bit of a nasty cut- at worst. She moved away, she couldn't fight if she was losing blood. She wanted to, but felt queasy at the thought. She needed to sit down- somewhere safe. She looked around. Nowhere safe. She needed- she needed... Cheesecake! Wait, no, no, no, what was she doing over here? Did she have weapons? This wasn't safe. Sprinkles forced herself not to envision her and her friends again. She ran towards Cheesecake, blood flecks flying off her cheek, onto her face and chest.

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Description
max wyns

It was hard to think. Sprinkle's mind was burning with anger, aching as she charged towards the center of town. This attack- this monster, in Wynsiph. Utterly outrageous, and more importantly, dangerous. She moved quickly towards the fight, each foot kicking off the ground with great power to propel her towards the offender. It would pay for this attack, it would pay for the lives it was endangering, the injuries it caused... the deaths...

The scene was worse than Sprinkles could have imagined. While the Deelagun was already injured from the efforts of others, the town was atrocious. Buildings damaged, not just broken windows, but walls which tails had whipped against, severe structural damage which couldn't be fixed in any simple manner. Sprinkles cursed to herself as she considered that there were probably fools trying to hide in there. She wanted to help them too, but she could only do one thing at a time, and there were plenty of cowards about. Wyngrew who wouldn't fight the malicious creature. Wyngrew who wanted to let it live. They should be helping vulnerable wyngrew escape. They should see the damage this monster caused.

These thoughts only passed through Sprinkles' mind briefly however, as she turned her attention to the Deelagun. And oh the horrible scene before her. Wyngrew, absolutely battered, some with horrific injuries, yet fighting. She rushed to join them, bounding towards the Deelagun and staring up at it to decide on her approach. It wasn't until she heard an awful crack that she took note of the other horrible thing which this thing had done. A powerful tail aimed at a flying wyngrew whipped through the air, clipping a branch of the nova tree. An explosion of shimmering dust provided a moment of misleading beauty in the sky, and a large nova crystal came crashing to the ground.

Sprinkles let out a furious war cry as she neared the Deelagun. It was for the most part preoccupied, there were armed wyngrew, flying wyngrew, and magical wyngrew for it to worry about. Sprinkles cursed again, at herself for not grabbing some sort of weapon. No matter, she could still punish it. She lunged at a tail, punching it. It whipped through the air, she dodged. She set her stance, and as it whipped back the other way, she exploded forth to ram into the tail. It wasn't aiming to strike her, but rather trying to strike an airborne wyngro from the air. She managed to divert it's attack, and the bony spikes ripped harmlessly through the air below the wyngro. She punched it, jab, jab, elbow, uppercut! Anything she could do, anything to help her fellows defeat it.

It was funny, as much as she hated the Deelagun, as much as she wanted to slay it, to mercilessly punish the monster who dared set foot in her city, who dared damage their prized Nova tree, who dared attack, who dared hurt, who dared kill her fellows. Sprinkles almost felt guilty, as she considered how good it felt to fight. She felt absolutely purposeful. Defending and fighting for the others, risking her own well-being to aid others. It was as thought she was fulfilling some innate desire. Wouldn't it be utterly boring to live a life of peace, to never face any challenges, never have anything to conquer? She struck the tail. Yeah, it would be boring.
des
She battered on, feeling only an increasing fury, and disgust at those who wished to let the Deelagun flee. The torn skin was wings? Ridiculous, this was a bloodthirsty monster which would kill a wyngro as quickly now as it would earlier that same day. You can fight off a predator, but as long as it lives it will return for it's meal. It was a battle of survival, and Wynsiph would survive. What did that hag know anyway? She grunted a laugh to herself at the thought, and almost as retribution searing pain appeared in her face. In a moment of distraction she allowed it to hurt her, the bony spike tore right into her cheek, dangerously close to her eye. She spat in surprise and renewed fury, attacking relentlessly. She used her hind claws to kick at the Deelagun and tear into it's own skin. "Doesn't feel so fucking great, does it?!" Perhaps it seemed cruel, this Deelagun on it's last limbs, Sprinkles only adding three scratches to hundreds, not even comparing to the extreme injuries the giant suffered. Sprinkles would not think so though, after all it was it who attacked them. It certainly picked the wrong place to invade.

Blood dripped down her cheek, it was odd. She focused on fighting, she didn't want to take another hit. She would be lucky to finish this fight without broken bones or lost limbs. She envisioned a horrid scene. Herself, her friends, bleeding out on the stones around the nova tree. Body parts scattered, deep and irreparable gashes littering their skin. Sprinkles forced the thought from her mind with another flurry of attacks. The blood kept dripping, odd. So odd. It was hot, but nothing like tears. Not that Sprinkles would admit to ever crying. It came hot, but thick, heavy. It dripped over her lip. It tasted metallic. It tickled her eyelid, she kept the eye shut from the pain. Luckily, the adrenaline helped with the pain.

She fought and fought, and the blood escaping from the deep gash in her cheek did not slow. The tail she thought was smeared with it, moreso from her attacks than from it managing to hit her. Again, Sprinkles was lucky it was distracted. It could so easily break her. Perhaps she could dodge and fight a distracted tail, but a focused whip, or worse- it's full attention, was likely deadly. She continued attacking. Nobody deserved to die. Nobody, nobody except the killer monster. She could keep this up. There were wyngrew still fighting all around the area, many clearly injured, many injuries clearly much more severe than hers. Jab. Jab. Pause, tackle. Kick, kick, punch, kick. By now Sprinkles had done a fair amount of damage to it's tail, or at least that relatively small portion of the tail. She imagined having a weapon- the tail would be shredded- shredded just like cheese. If only she had a knife. Or- or a saw! It would certainly help if the Deelagun underwent some tail amputation.

Sprinkles let out a final weakened attack, before using a burst of energy to put some distance between herself and the Deelagun. She felt utterly exhausted. She had little concept of time- actually no concept of time. She had no idea how long she had been fighting. The Deelagun was still standing, so not long enough. She tried to catch her breath. It wouldn't help anyone for her to move closer again and get hurt- it would only make work for someone. Unless she died. Wouldn't that be convenient? Was she crying? Oh Chii, gross. She wiped her eyes, one paw cleared a slight spot of wetness below her right eye, the other found a pool of blood, and Sprinkles nearly jumped in pain as her own paw came in contact with the gash. It was bad, and it hurt like hell. Incredible what adrenaline could do, Sprinkles expected a bit of a nasty cut- at worst. She moved away, she couldn't fight if she was losing blood. She wanted to, but felt queasy at the thought. She needed to sit down- somewhere safe. She looked around. Nowhere safe. She needed- she needed... Cheesecake! Wait, no, no, no, what was she doing over here? Did she have weapons? This wasn't safe. Sprinkles forced herself not to envision her and her friends again. She ran towards Cheesecake, blood flecks flying off her cheek, onto her face and chest.

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