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"Tyra, hurrry up and do something!" Shinitagari screeched, he was doing praticly all the work, and it was harder than he had expected. With another battle cry, his battle-claws met the the ryb's chest. Blood-splattered breast feathers flew everywhere, though the ryb didn't seem to care. Of course, thanks to Shninitagari's last move this would all just be much easier than before. "Tyra, bring him down lower so I can send the old geeezer to hell!" The white barn owl barked at Tyra, his beak clicking abit in ignorance. The Masked Owl from above was so slow when it came to these things, he was a simple nussiance.
"I was going to!" Tyra replied sharply, then dove dowards abit, but not enough to make the ryb or himself get too close to the flames. The black-speckled Masked Owl knew quite well not to interfere with Shinitagari's battle, if he did then that Tyto would have his tail feathers. It hadn't been that long since Tyra pushed to Ryb downwards abit more, maybe about a minute when the iggnorant masked squawked an order towards Shinitagari. "Finish him already!" though, rather than what he would expect from any other owl, which would be a 'I'm trying' Shinitagari only replied with a glare, and some harsh words.
"It would take you an hour to even wound him." Shinitagari stated plainly, a cold stare spread across his face as glared at the masked. Who did Tyra think he was talking to? Shinitagari was surely Nyra and Kludd's favourite, he could do anything to Tyra he wanted. With another quick flick of his wings, he stretched his talons out, the battle claws danced with fire as they reached out towards the ryb in a rather fast motion. The blow was meant to miss, so the Ryb might try to avoid it.
The Plan worked.
The idiot Snowy (I that was it owo) fell for it, and danced towards the side and back abit. Almost imediantly his stark-white wing turned into a blazing shade of crimson and dull orange. "Perfect..." Shinitagari thought with a smirk. Now that he was distracted, he coud get him into the flames, all of it this time. With a quick 'jerk' of his wings that had turned into a light shade of pink, due to the fire's light, the Pure One pushed the owl into the fatal flames. It wasn't that hard really, it just took a push that would make an owlet fall from it's hollow....