And here they are!

I promised a new member of the Elite 7 in this mission, and in this case, it's a three in one. Three seriously dangerous life sized rats!

I'd hate to say TOO Much, since their debut is below, but their skills, as you'll, see, are most impressive.

The rats for a cat's enemy works great here, without coming close to being the obvious cliche, due mainly to Catrina's obviously talented writing.

The basis of the Elite Seven is, I wanted a group that could live up to that name. There's more than Seven of them in all, due to the Muri- Dan and the three introduced here- but the Elite part is crucial. They should pose a challenge to a PC- and should occasionally defeat us!

We're seeing how well that concept plays out in AIL right now. The following example is a *very* good lesson in putting your enemies 'over,' so to speak. Catrina does well at not making herself look weak in the process, too.

Walk that line tall and proud, Catrina.. Walk that line.

Subtitle: You'll get a kick out of this one

Catrina nearly purred as she hunted. Back before all of this, before the Pit, before the Slavers she had always loved the hunt, being out in the wild, stalking and bringing down prey either alone or with her sisters, fully part of the Goddess’ plan for all her children!

She had given her katana to Dash as was her wont on a hunt, not wanting to make undue noise that would spook her quarry. She had been tempted to go after some piece of big game to impress her Dash as to what she could do, but had decided that would be wasteful and was currently on the trail of some form of wild fowl that could be used over a few days’ time.

She heard the movement in the brush, but dismissed it as another animal moving by. When the attack came, it totally surprised her, although she was able to narrowly avoid the flashing claws at the last moment.

They stared each other down, Catrina growling with her tail lashing and her fangs and claws bared, the other- a Muri-dan of about the same size of Catrina , stood calmly, feet spread, ready for a fight. His fur was black, except for his white face, hands and feet. He wore no clothing except for a pair of red shorts with white buttons on the front, revealing a well muscled body.

Catrina was about to pounce him, to fight him as she was bound to do, when she heard a voice. "Hey, Mortimer- looks like we've got our-self a fine pussy to play with!" Catrina spun to face her second opponent. A brown Muri-dan just shorter than Mortimer, with chest fur just slightly less brown that the rest of him. This one wore no clothes at all, which Catrina saw as fine since anything embarassing on a furr was usually sheathed away safely. His body was well muscled, rippling with every move. "What do you think, Stewart?"

"Mmm...I want to play games with this one, Jerome!" Catrina spun to face her new opponent, and suddenly blushed taking back what she had thought about sheaths. Although fully clothed, with a tight shirt and pants covering his white fur and tightly knotted muscles, it was clear to see from the bulge in his pants that this Stewart was anything but little.

Catrina turned back to Mortimer, growling again. "Games huh? Well, you boys might just find this bit of pussy a little hard to handle!" With that she pounced, her claws swiping down on Mortimer, who didn't move until the last moment- then moved so quickly that Catrina's claws passed through air!

In a flash Mortimer was back at her side- kicking her hard, sending her flying through the air towards Stewart with a 'HEADS UP!" Stewart grinned and kicked her again, in the direction of Jerome, who kicked her back to Mortimer- and around she went again.

Catrina tried to fight back, using her Feline agility to twist about in the air, slashing out at her next opponent as she came close. She scored a couple times, scratching them badly, but it was to little effect as she was kicked to the next person. Her roars of rage soon mixed with whimpers of her growing pain, and then she heard Mortimer yell "UP!" and kick her a bit higher!

Catrina felt like a leaf in a tornado as each player now kicked her above the next player's head- but she was always met by the next players thrashing kick- and sent on again. she felt she was close to blacking out, so close to the pain ending when she heard Mortimer yell out "GO FOR THE SPIKE STEWIE!" and kick her hard and high!

The thought ran through her mind of just what 'the spike' could be as she tumbled upward surprisingly high. At one moment as she tumbled she saw Stewart below her, looking up, grinning. Then it was as if he just...moved and suddenly he was above her, in mid air. As she flew up to meet him she heard him roar, saw his arms come about in a double axe handle- felt the massive impact into her gut as he spiked her back down toward the ground. She got a good view of the ground as it rushed up to meet her, as she hit so hard she actually bounced back up once before settling down, quivering, every movement and even her very breathing filled with pain.

They stood around her, grinning at their handiwork. Jerome looking at Mortimer finally. "Think that delivers our message to these guys?"

Mortimer only nodded, but Stewart looked down at Catrina's broken body. "Stewart wants to play OTHER games now..."

Mortimer grinned, and stoppedhim before he could act on that thought. "Nah, bro- She ain't worth your while." With that he gave her body one last kick- and blissful blackness found her at last.