((Okay.))
Acknowledging Flak's order, Dusty pounced on top of the mutant's body, letting his claws sink into the skin. The mutant let out a whimper of fear, and its eyes grew wide as the fae kept her fangs connected in its throat. Good riddance, Dusty thought as he sank his claws deeper. He waited for Flak's next instructions, putting his full weight on the mutant. (short, both posts, sorry)
Muttering, Risto gave one last blow to the mutant's flank, before giving a quick glare at Flak. Who died and made you leader of anything? he thought, contempt flashing in his eyes when he saw the brute's tail lift higher. Growling, he grasped for the mutant's back, scorching his claws down the sides. He delivered a brisk blow to its hindquarters, before bounding in front of it. Snarling, he lunged at its face, digging his claws into the sides of it. Blood spluttered out, as the mutant let out a high cry of pain. It stumbled under Dusty's weight as the brute collapsed on top of it. Pain and fear glistened in its eye, but it was suddenly wiped away with determination and rage. Snarling, it shook its head violently, and Risto had to dig his claws in to get a grip. But in spite of all the struggling it gave, there was no use. The mutant was too weak and small to fight back, and it feebly raised a paw to swipe it at Gavroche. Hissing, Risto blocked its blow with his own paw, hanging on with the other paw.