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Chapter 15: The Raging Wars

Beast Boy lunged himself forwards, his razor teeth reflecting the sunlight that somehow found its way down through the brush. He dived low and skidded on the soft dirt as the lion went to snap his neck. He wasn't entirely sure how to strategize his approach, as the lion portrayed no signs of any weakness. Due to his constant evasive maneuvers, the remaining animals of the troupe thought him as weak willed and not worth living. Of course, they thought anyone that dared challenge the lion was an idiot, to make it short and simple. They mocked the tiger with their fake caws of pity or their snorts. A hissing sound had also appeared on the scene, as a cobra wound its way up a nearby tree. It watched in anticipation, entirely eager on running it's venom through its foe's veins. It would snap when the pair of leading felines came close, and both would instantly relocate themselves elsewhere. This snake was a friend of no one.

The lion roared and managed to swipe Beast Boy across the face, revealing three wounds that had opened from its sharp claws. It looked gleefully at the ripped fur, seeing some of the red blood appear from its attack. Beast Boy winced in slight pain before renewing himself in determination. Before the lion realized what had occurred, his own face was burning. The tiger had done the same that he had done, but much more aggressive. It snarled out a curse, and its green sleek form was suddenly a mash of both red and green lumped together. Beast Boy didn't look entirely well either, in fact, he shared the same result. But though it pained him, nor did he care, he slammed his own form into that of the huge lion and they both toppled over together.

No longer was the squawks of the flying beasts above full of mockery and trickery, it was of concern. They had never seen their leader so thrashed before. True, not much had happened between the two cats besides a lot of dodging and missed swipes, but the fact that its underbelly was now showing and that it's face was on fire made them wonder if they should still follow his leadership or fall under the new ruling of the tiger. They conversed together within their own tongue, singing songs from ancestors long past of raging wars and cryptic historical events that made their species what it was today. It was traditional to sing in harmony to this during a battle against their leader. Traditions were not easily broken, and this would not be forgotten for another millennia.

Beast Boy indeed did hear the sorrowful and detailed songs of the creatures above. It slightly intrigued him, as he had never seen this practice done before. It also made him wonder, as he could not understand their native tongue due to his current limited form capabilities. He knew that he would never again hear this ceremonial chorus, and honored the song with a deep howl.

The fluffy thing underneath him, however, did indeed recognize the song. And it felt its life threatening to end. The lords of the sky only sang this if they knew that something eventful was going to happen, and a pit dug within his stomach. The tiger above him glared with an expression full of daggers. It felt the hot breath tickle its neck, prepared itself for the end...

But it never came. The lion looked back at the lion, who's eyes sparkled with a new knowledge that didn't seem to exist before. The tiger looked up into the sky and gave a long howl, signaling the end of the leading fighters. A creature knew that when it had surrendered, it had lost the fight. Usually the victor rushed for the kill, however, and the lion was deeply confused at the creature on top of him's actions. Why did it not do the deed that was only righteous for it to do?

It felt itself get flicked on its nose by something furry. Beast Boy had pushed his tail into the bigger feline's face, ordering it to leave. Beast Boy did not feel that he had to taste the blood of another animal. He still felt sickened from the tiger scene, and the blood that was still in his mouth didn't help matters. That, and it was growing sticky...

The lion got up and stared down at the tiger that had just given it a beating. It then did something that no other creature had ever seen it do: it bowed. Low. It's head hung down in respect. It's pride had just been humiliated, and its life was now officially a mess. The tiger also gave a smaller bow in honor of the fight. Even if two completely different species were mortal enemies, the code of a warrior was honored by all. The defeated, though often grumpy or dead at their loss, would have to continue life as a minor, no longer in the high ranks of its clan. The lion did not intend to stay with the birds that laughed and mocked his misery so blatantly. It gave a hopeful look at the rhino and alligator, but both seemed to ignore him. It was hissed at by the snake nearby, its fork-like tongue sticking out in front. The lion passed the snake and gave it a roar, which made the reptile squeeze back next to the safety of the trees. The once proud leader walked away without another word.

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Robin was still feeling the sensation that something wasn't right. He knew it from when he first realized that Starfire was missing. And Johnny. He growled in slight anger. Though the alliance with the new good villain had proved useful and strong, he didn't trust or like it that both of them had disappeared, he feared that Rancid might pull something...

"Do you have any idea how we can get back to the tower?" Bumblebee finally decided to point out the obvious. "We're not all going to fit on THAT." She pointed over to Robin's neglected R-Cycle. Crap. He hadn't thought of that. There were six of them, and the motorbike was only a two-seater. It would not do.

"Hmm..." The masked leader pondered out different styles of getting them all to the tower as fast as possible. Only one or two seemed possible. Robin went over and carefully balanced out Speedy's weight, hanging the archer's arm over his shoulders. Robin pulled Speedy over to the bike, the unconscious teen's boots dragging across the ground. His sparkling foot-ware would now be trashed by grinding across the concrete. Not that Speedy would know until a few hours later, where he would most likely host a temper tantrum.

Robin hoisted him onto the front, making sure that Speedy didn't fall back over when nothing was there to balance him. Robin glanced over at Bumblebee, who just blinked at him. Then he looked down at the Spanish twins and whispered some words to them. He gave them a wink which Bee didn't notice.

"Hey Bee..." the called teen gave him a questioning look.

"Yes?"

"Go long." Suddenly with a flurry of red and white, the two short twins were gone, racing through the streets of Jump City. At the sound of his own words Robin hopped behind Speedy, and used one of his hands to rev the engine while the other supported the person in front. With a loud roar the R-Cycle took off, and sparks from grinding the ground could be seen from Robin's path.

Bumblebee was silent, gaping. How the hell was she supposed to get Aqualad and herself back to the Titans Tower? She suddenly seemed to remember that she had wings on her back. She sighed, not knowing if she could carry the Atlantian wonder all that distance.

Well, we've done the impossible before, might as well try now. She grabbed his limp arms and tested out her strength. She floated a few inches in the air, and her wings flapped ever harder to lift the black haired teenager off the floor. She groaned in annoyance and grumbled about the training procedures that Aqualad did. His bulging muscles were not helping his cause right now.

She strained even harder to get him up and instantly flopped over, her face meeting the floor. She growled at this mistake and vowed to make a day for the boy wonder a living hell.

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Cyborg twiddled his mechanic thumbs at just stared at the pair in extreme boredom. He couldn't do anything but watch, and he hated being the useless bystander that witnessed events that happened outside Beast Boy's vortex of a mind. At points Beast Boy would groan softly or mumble something inaudible even to Cyborg's heightened sense hearing. Beast Boy broke out into sweat at one point, and gave out a cry. Not once did he awaken though, despite these constant bickering. Cyborg got a towel from a rack above him and wiped off the beads that had formed at the green kid's brow. Cyborg couldn't do anything. He felt like a let down to the team, not doing anything while everyone else was probably risking their lives at that given time...

Raven had not once moved from her levitating position, she seemed almost a statue at how still she was. Her flaring white eyes never flickered, nothing ever twitched. It was as if she wasn't there, only her body was left in a vegetated state...

Little did Cyborg know that that was really the case.

He gave a long sigh and went to get some pillows. He knew that when Raven's concentration finally snapped, she would most likely fall to the ground in exhaustion. He was going to make sure it was a comforting and inviting fall.

As he left, three black birds swooped down and landed on different parts of Raven's upper region. One on top of her head, the other two rested upon her shoulders.

"What is she doing?" Lorak asked in pure curiosity, confused and astounded by the actions of the woman that was to be their savior.

"She appears to be in some sort of silent state." Karik cawed in reply. He shifted and slightly tilted his head. "But I do not understand why."

"She is helping him." Merlov interjected. "I can tell from her body positions." He used his beck to point out Raven's left hand resting on Beast Boy gently.

"What should we do? We have to help out somehow, for we do need her later..." Karik muttered, deep in thought. Silence enshrouded the leading ravens of its clan.

"We sing it." Merlov whispered gently.

"Sing what?" Lorak questioned quietly, in no more than a whisper.

"The Battle and The Raging Wars."

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Yay, another chapter done! I enjoy writing these, I like having several different mini plots occurring at once (as you can tell). I must ask you all this: Is it true that we can't reply or answer to the reviews that we are given anymore? I received this email and thought it might possibly be serious, as something like this has never been pulled on before... But I don't believe it, as they haven't posted it on the latest News section, and they always say if something that serious has happened. So tell me what you think of that too in your post. Now that I've finished this chapter at 4:40am now (see, I take the time to make sure it's worth reading) I will go to bed and bid thee a good night or good day, whichever is right for you. Please review!