*female*(Y/n) and the Bad Batch

Lycnathrope Attack

We circled each other in the air and lunged at each other. I was quite curious about this creature, as I have not seen a Lycanthope like this in years. I decided to hold back a little bit, in order to learn more about the creature of course.

The creature had almost no intelligence, or magical abilities, so it was clearly a basic creature. It must have detected my magic signature when it was nearby. Or Vial sent it here, either way, it was here now.

The creature was far superior in the air than I was, it dominated the skies. I knew I had to ground this battle to win.

Just when I was beginning to think the lycanthrope had no abilities, I realized the creature was blind. It had two huge scars over its eyes, they were bright red against its white feathers. The creature must be detecting me with its other senses. Not good. The creature would be hard to shake.

Because if it was detecting me with its hearing, it could hear my wingbeats.
If it is was detecting me with its smell, it could catch my scent on the wind.
If it was taste, it was tasting the air like a snake. Very unlikely for this type.
If it was touch... well then I'm screwed.

It lunged again while I was a little distracted, I did not have time to put up a shield. It embedded its talons in my right forearm, and threw me backwards.

I roared at it as my wound began to bleed, the scratch marks revealing deep, red blood.

"Alright! That's it!" I lunged forward, locking the creature with my claws, "we're taking this to the ground."

The creature roared in surprise, but did something that I did not expect. It sprouted another pair of wings, and threw me off, causing me to give it a few scratches. It screeched at me as it beat its four wings; looks like I would actually have to wrestle the thing to the ground.
My small size might make that challenging.
In terms of strength I was much stronger, but sometimes, size matters. This might be a case of that.

I closed the distance between us, another mistake apparently. The creature opened its beak, a shot a thin, long, blue beam of energy. My reflexes saved me by pulling up just in time.

"So you're not that basic," I huffed, "I'll take that back then."

I screeched again, firing its beam over and over again. I dodged each time, nearly getting my wing smoked off every time.
I had enough now.
I opened my gaping mouth, and fired a huge beam of fire.
The creature clearly did not expect that, it did not have enough time to move out of the way. The fire seared its wings, forcing it to land.

"Finally," I whispered, landing with it.

I guess it had one last surprise for me. My ears fell back as it stood on two legs, brandishing a double-edged spear. On the tips, spines were hidden, I only spotted them because they glowed blue, and spun like a chainsaw blade.

"Oh, fuck this, I want to go home!" I roared at it, and got in a more defensive stance.

The creature sensed my hesitation, and attacked, flying forward with its spear, nearly impaling me. I ran out of the way, and whacked the creature with my muscular tail, knocking it over. I took the opportunity to slash at its stomach; the creature screeched in pain.

Its side was bleeding a bright orangey-red blood. Was this thing sick or something? This whole fight sure was.

My mouth smoked from my fire breath, it was still recharging.
The creature threw its spear at me, I moved away again. The spear grazed the tip of my ankle. I winced, but continued to keep eye-contact.

Against regular blasters, my fur was amazing as a natural defense, but other Lycanthropes... no. We are made to kill each other.

The bird surveyed me, it looked like it was waiting for me to make the next move. I inhaled, and recharged my breath weapon, but did not use it. I needed to use some different fighting tactics. I reared up on my hind legs, and roared loudly. The creature seemed a little nervous now, my goal was achieved.
It's much more intimidating to defend rather than attack.

I charged forward, swinging my forearm claws wildly, making the creature nervous from my unpredictable movements. That gave me the opportunity to kick it in the gut, and slam it with my tail. The creature fell backwards, but had no time to get up.

I was on top of it in seconds, slashing its stomach on the way up. It growled at it, and slashed its neck open.
It jumped up suddenly, slashing my already open arm wound on its way. I hissed in pain, but the creature was already dead. It screeched one more time before lifelessly dropping to the ground.

I sighed, and limped into the air. My right forearm was really bleeding now, and my ankle was too. My thoughts were racing around my head, flying was hard due to lack of concentration. My wings were tired from the sharp movements I was not used to. I needed to practice those more.

I flew to the Marauder, and landed just out of view. I looked around, nobody but the bad batch; they were clearly waiting for me.
Without fear, I stepped forward, and into the bright light.

"WOAH..." Omega looked me up and down.

I limped to the others, I was unable to walk on my right forearm.

Tech was already looking at my wound with a look I could not really read, his helmet was still on.

"What happened," Hunter asked with a lot of concern, "you can un-transform now."

I did as commanded, and held my right arm. My hair was really frizzy, and my boot had a huge hole in it, exposing my open wound.

"Let's get those treated," Tech lead me into the Marauder before Hunter could yell at me.

I caught a few, 'nice job,' and, 'that's how it's done,' looks from the others.

Omega was still marveling like I was totally badass.