[Open] March Catch All

[crystalrepose]

Who: Miriam, others!
Status: Open
Where: Various islands
What: Log container for March, nebulously set any time before Miriam's abduction at the end of the month
Warnings: Violence in the Rumor of a Mad Monster quest, others to be added

[Miriam's plotting post is here for planning ideas! Quests or gen logs, either/or. Will probably spill over to April.]

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[catsgothistongue]

Hey! Bad dog!

[Welp. So much for being congenial here. Back to the tried and true, infalliable, never let him down once basics.

Ranma's feet kicks off the ground. His body disappear and reappearing from beside the scorched patch of grass to right in front of Miriam. Striking forth with a sharp haymaker that was in actuality twenty punches disguised as one to the naked, untrained eye to the monster's gut. If it won't heel when he tells it to, then he'll just have to make it heel!]

Apologies for the wait!

[crystalrepose]

[The werewolf's ears were still pinned back, where they'd probably remain for a time. But--fighting now. Being disgruntled later.

This form's reactions were fast, but still not quick enough to avoid several of those punches. The werewolf bent double, growling something from the impact--and her arms followed the movement as she took a step back and raised her forearms in front of her like a mantis' limbs to take the brunt of the rest. They weren't themselves armored, but the werewolf's limbs could handle significantly more punishment.

The moment she felt an opening, the werewolf struck, an arm launching from its block in a backhanded sweep to create some distance. Ranma could handle a few bruises, but Miriam still didn't want to just claw him. Even if she was a little annoyed.]

my apologies for taking a month to reply ;_;, feel free to drop if its been too long

[catsgothistongue]

[Lbr if she wanted to no one would blame her for letting those claws out. Except Ranma.

The keen meticulous eyes recognize the form the werewolf took to block Ranma's blows. They aren't the frantic instinctive act of throwing one's arm up, it was the same stance a skilled fighter'd take to take the brunt of attacks. He starts to wonder if this truly was the same mindless beast he heard villagers ranting and raving about...

'tiiiiiiiiiiiiill he gets backhanded to the gut by a big, meaty paw. There goes that second guessing along with the air from Ranma's lungs. Avoiding letting getting winded slow him down, he hops into the air above the lycanthrope to jut out his legs like a piston to slam her feet directly into her snoot.]

never!!

[crystalrepose]

[The blow knocked Ranma away, but not for long; just enough for her to shore up her stance.

Miriam knew how to shield her face--but her nose was much longer now, and stuck out of her guard. The kick landed solidly on the end of the wolf's muzzle before her arms this time, and her vision immediately burst with sparks as a flash of pain blocked most of her senses. She stayed standing, but one of the werewolf's fangs came loose, fossilizing to blue crystal before it even hit the ground below. Her jaws snapped closed again once the tooth was out, this time not so mindful about whether Ranma was in range or not.

Another, heavier set of footsteps approached; drawn in by the smell of the bait, and undeterred by the sounds of the fight. The creature that shoved its way through the undergrowth was big; much larger and with a hulking slouch to its shoulders than a bull, though with a bull's forward pointing horns, gnarled and blackened. It had mismatched paws instead of hooves, one resembling a hawk's talons, the others seemingly cobbled together from spare animal parts. And on its back gleamed rosette like spots like a jaguar's, shining bright in the moonlight.

When it spotted them, though, it lost interest in the bait, turning to face Ranma and Miriam and pawing at the undergrowth like a bull about to charge.]

[catsgothistongue]

[Pow! How's that taste, beasty? He pulls his leg out of chomping leg instinctively. No need to have another curse to add to his staggering record. Ranma hits the ground, eyes split between the hulking monstrosity looming over him, and that crystalized tooth. That's... odd, but then again, none of that wackjob's creations exactly follow a line of naturality.

Ranma puts up his dukes, keeping his guard up as he steadily starts circling Miriam. His eyes scan the beast, the area around him, for anything that could be useful--

???

Another one? One that... looks a bit more like the freaks reported. It looks pissed and like it could charge at them at any given moment.

That'll do. In one quick motion, Ranma undoes his red Tang suit shirt, and...]

Toro, toro!

[... starts waving it like he's a matador trying to goad a bull into attacking.]