FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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Instinctively, she knew that was not good, whatsoever. Her head snapped about. She knew the others could hold on, her chin tucking the button down on the satchel before she turned, whipping her head about. The jaglion pulled the sabre free, the blued and inscribed metal whispering against the leather. She wore her armor, which glittering in the moonlight. Metal plates lined her back, covering her front legs and her haunches, covering her neck- yet she could still move, enough gaps free to make it possible.

Typical hit boxes would not be available for this match.

The oversized jaglion turned, snarling as she watched Roy head for Pincher. Her paws drummed against the ground as she suddenly shot forward, her speed intense. Any 400 lb body heading for anyone was more than enough to throw them off. Deldrach aimed to leap at [member=312]Col. Mustang[/member], attempting to bowl him over with her claws digging into his flesh.

#psychosocial.