This was the second time that the tunnels under Mars's command. He knew very well that this meant war. The timing was all to perfect with Gardenia's demotion after attacking Limavady and with Viviana stepping down as chaman. He had been forced to rush his appointment of the next Mercenary Superior. But the choice had been simple in the end. He needed someone he knew he could trust in the times to come. He had gathered his mercenaries to headquarters. He was standing at the front of his ranks. For once the charming black tom had lost his smile. SunClan could not be allowed to win this battle. While they outnumbered the Regime, this was their home and the tunnels was where many of his soldiers had been born and raised.

He could smell SunClan's presence in the tunnels now they were getting closer. "Ready yourselves. We'll force them back towards the entrance." They weren't used to fighting in enclosed spaces like the Regime was." Sure enough, SunClan appeared in the next moment with Foxstar at it's head. Mars would have spoken to her as he would still prefer this to end peacefully, but that was clearly not going to happen as Foxstar had already given the order to attack.

Mars intercepted Foxstar as she launched herself at Shule and the massive black tom met her midway, crashing into her and trying to force her back and away from his aunt. "Leave the tunnels!" This attack was completely unwarranted, but then again he hardly expected Foxstar to have any sort honor so perhaps this really wasn't all that surprising after all.

Snowflight hadn't been a warrior long, but she supposed it should be an honor to be included in this battle. Their victory was certain. They had the Sun God on their side after all. The Regime cats were outsiders, renegades that knew nothing of the Sun God's glory. At Foxstar's signal she launched herself at the nearest cat.

Foxstar had been so focused on Shule that she missed Mars until he literally crashed into her, sending her rolling back in the dirt for a moment before she was able to spring to her paws, just barely avoiding Aela's attack, save for a light scratch across her nose she could barely feel compared to the rage burning deep within her soul. "Give me Shule and I will." The Priestess countered instantly, lunging for a strike to his paws in an attempt to unbalance the ebony tom. Honor was a word that she didn't associate with herself. It was a useful tool to abuse, but not something she personally had. No, every underhanded trick in the book was hers to use. She thrived on making secret plans and surprising attacks, such as this had been meant to be. These were the things that had allowed her to fight DayClan, by threatening their kits, and MoonClan, by killing their cats in front of them. If she hadn't been ratted out, she might even have had a bargaining chip now in the form of kits or cats to trade for Shule. No such luck, however. Meaning she'd just have to fight her way to her goal. Seemed easy enough.

The ebony she-cat stood tall and proud, her face a mask of stern and cold, crystalline eyes poring over the Mercenaries behind her. Only a short time prior, and she had been a mere Sentinel, just back from a disappearance of over half a year, getting her bearings once more in the group she'd been taken from. Today, however, was different. Shule stood at the head of the battle party by Mars' side, not as a Sentinel, but as the newly named Mercenary Superior. She hadn't had the time to touch base will all the cats she was now expected to oversee, but that would change in the coming days. For now, however, the Superior turned her gaze to the entrance in the moments before Foxstar arrived, her voice low and ringing with an air of unquestionable authority as she spoke following her nephew's command. "Force them into the walls and tight spaces. Unlike us, they can't fight well in such cramped quarters." She added sharply, only taking a moment to breathe deeply as Foxstar arrived. There would be no time for running, no time to question things now. She could do that later. For now, her job was to keep the Regime safe, especially given that it was her own fault this battle had happened.

Shule slipped away from Mars as Foxstar leaped, disappearing into the fighting crowds in an instant. Though she had the urge to stay, to aid her nephew in defeating the Priestess, she knew full well he could hold his own against her, that the Sentinels would keep him safe at all costs. So instead, she cast her gaze at the SunClan cats, searching for their high ranks, for the cats like Littlebird and Meliodas, and the Janus she knew so little about. Those cats who they needed down and out as quickly as possible.

SUNCLAN
Blazestep let out a yip of joy as the flame pointed siamese rushed into the battle. She had been begging for an oppertunity to dig her claws into some regime hide, ever since the last patrol she had been on. Then SunClan's patrol outnumbered the regimes, and they had been able to easily overtake them. She assumed the same would happen today. Her crystal blue eyes locked onto serenity, the cat almost seemed to be quivering from fear. She launched herself forward with no hesitation, she would give the little regime pest a reason to be afraid. fadedecho

Honeysplash stared up wide eyed at Basil, as the much bigger cat tried to push him closer to the walls. He looked like a kit among all the warriors, but to underestimate him was a big mistake "really?" he giggled, easily sidestepping and dodging the clumsy movements of the bigger cats. "We are here, attacking your camp and you are calling us cowards" his shrill laughter ringing out among the growls and shouts "We have been called many things, but that it is a new one" fadedecho

Rather than try to back away from the rearing leader, Foxstar crowded in, one paw swiping at his back legs as she twisted, the claws on her other paw digging into his stomach as she felt him come down on her haunches, pushing her half into the ground as pain flared along her back legs. She was tall and slim in contrast to Mars, not a brute, but incredibly skilled and with a few tricks up her sleeve. She was a healer after all. Mountainsound, almost inadvertently had taught her the most dangerous places to strike, the poisons and their antidotes, things she could use and build from in her own time. Who needed strength when you could fight dirty?

Arcanepaw of SunClan... No, Kaisra of Renegade Regime. Shule's daughter had left SunClan with her mother after witnessing Foxstar's death and the confirmation of the new Mercenary Superior's story. Now she was facing the clan she'd grown up in, in battle. Luckily, she didn't see Darkcomplex's pelt among the fighters. The mostly ebony feline did however, spot Serenity, as he'd chosen to go by, being attacked by Blazestep. Kaisra wore an electrifying smile on her muzzle, Egyptian blue eyes burning like fire as she dove into the throng, the Mercenary Cadet's claws arcing directly for Blazestep's face. "Touch him and I'll kill you, Blazestep!" She singsonged cheerily as though relishing the idea of flaying her former clanmate alive.

Bian Ayzaria downright skipped through the fighting cats, a gleeful smile on her pretty face. Accented laughter rang through the fighting, as the she-cat pranced around, searching for someone to fight.

Evelyn was slimmer than most Mercenaries, muscular, but with a Scout-like build, made to run and climb rather than fight with brute force. That made her faster, and more likely to be able to compare with the SunClan cats' speed than most. Speaking of... the she-cat lunged for Honeysplash from the side, attempting to shove him into the dirt and help out Basil. "You're looking a little preoccupied. Need some help?" She called to her fellow Mercenary, brow raising at him in a teasingly mocking way.

Noceur hadn't slept in a few days. That alone meant he was on a downward spiral, the former Sentinel quickly losing control of his own mind. With a terrifying scream, he launched himself into the middle of the fight, claws swinging wildly in every direction. Some cats might recognize him from his parties, as the tom often hosted events in the city that ended up most often in bloodshed.

A dark, gilded form that stood above the rest, rivaling his own father in sheer height, Kyros gaze glancing around for an opponent. He was Sean and Abiliana's son, the child of two Commanders and a deadly force in his own right.

Dragonswrath attempted to stay fairly close to Foxstar while still fighting, trying to not lose sight of her. His tiny yet strong frame let him swerve between fights easily, and his non-existent fear of death helped as well. The soothsayer felt uncomfortable fighting his old group since he had been there during this lifetime and not a past one, but he tried to push it out of his mind and stay focused.

To Limavady, this wasn't a battle; it was a ballroom. Cats danced with one another in the purest sense of passion, aching to kill, and sending thrills down each other's spines. All of it, the blood on the dance floor, the aroma of fear and anger pacing within every heart, was all too intoxicating. This chaotic spiral that engulfed HQ... What about it made him so excited? Oh, who cares? It made him feel more alive than ever. His green gaze was enchanted by all the blurred faces, the hissing and scratching, until a path cleared and his line of sight met with a particular feline he'd only seen once before.

There she was. He knew her infamy, her antics, her scent. The frustration on her face was iconic and it was then that he knew who she was. Foxstar. He saw Commander Mars tussle with her, and was instantly met with a inkling he never thought plausible. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. What if... Now was his chance? He'd been working to overthrow Mars behind his back, veiled only by a thin layer of guile. He had done everything in his right mind to make The Regiment great again; he had even gotten far enough to get Mercenary Gardenia demoted and a few of his enemies murdered without getting his paws dirtied.

But now Foxstar was here with an entire army. What if now he reared up and ordered his minions to fight against their own, to side with SunClan, overthrow his Commander for good, and achieve what he'd been working for all along? Outright treason... This was outright treason. Killing in cold blood? Necessary. Deceit? Covering his tracks? Easy. But... outright treason...? He hesitated. This was the regiment, your Honor was your Everything. What about his his dignity as a soldier? He was thinking too critically now, his thoughts became discombobulated by the loud commotion. The Scout Superior, for once in his entire life, stood frozen.

Would he do it?
His heart began to pace.
Would he do it?
The evil within started to crack open,
A dark shadow crossed his face.
Would he do it?
He smiled deviously.

This wasn't the first time that someone had tried to use their larger size against Honeysplash, but he had not yet faced an opponent quiet this large. He could feel the whoosh of air as the large cat began pressing downwards, as he turned on his own back, stretching all four legs upwards. He used the tom's weight against him, extending his claws and letting the weight and motion of the cat sitting down to drive his claws deeper and deeper into Basil's unprotected underbelly. He couldn't stop the tom, but he wasn't going to let him get away with such an action with no consequences either. He was to small to hold back the other cat's full weight,as his legs began to fold.He kept his claws burried deep in his target and began twisting as he squirmed under the immense pressure. He opened his mouth, reaching up to grasp the mass of flesh before him between his teeth, shaking furiously as he struggled to free himself. He could feel his bones begining to break

RENEGADE REGIME
Antediluvian, with a yowl, joined the fight, landing on top of Frostcloud. This is what he constantly trained for, a battle that needed his seasoned claws. With rage he bit down into the she-cat shoulder, screaming to Beryl, "Run!" He released his grip on the she-cat's shoulder and landed gracefully between the two. "Fight someone your own size." he said menacingly. 

Kaisra's laughter echoed above the sounds of fighting at Blazestep's comment, eyes glimmering as she lunged directly into the she-cat's attack with reckless abandon, throwing her front legs around her opponent's neck and letting herself fall to the ground in an attempt to drag the other with her, despite the vulnerable position it put her in. "I think there's one thing you forget, Blazey." The electric look on her face transformed, gaze darkening with lethal intent. "The Sun doesn't shine in the tunnels."

Evelyn bounced up and back to try and get away from Honeysplash's initial attack, though claws still managed to score down her check and across her stomach. Not as bad as it could have been, but not exactly comfortable. She watched Basil as the tom went to attack her ally, preparing to lunge when the SunClan cat appeared out on the other side of the Commander's son... then watched as the Mercenary did the inexplicable and sat down, squashing Honeysplash beneath his massive frame. That had to hurt, both of them probably, and the she-cat quite literally doubled over laughing. He might have fooled someone else, but having witnessed the entire thing, and despite being in the middle of battle, she found it all incredibly amusing. For a good few moments the she-cat tried to compose herself, though every time she looked up to see the tom sitting on the SunClan cat, the older feline fell into another fit of giggles.

Well, this was a compromising position, Foxstar, noted, feeling a paw press down on her neck as her claws detached from his stomach. Mars' question posed an interesting idea, to give up or risk her own death. It was an idea she'd toyed with, giving up her lives to secure victory, though thus far, such a thing had not been necessary. Would she do it? Upon consideration of a few heartbeats, her decision was made, and her right paw rose up again, one previously retracted claw adding itself to the rest, just barely scratching his neck in the process. She had two tricks up her sleeve today, and now she'd used the first, though the Commander wouldn't feel the effects until a few days later. If she was to die again today, then fine. The Commander would learn soon enough that one didn't take one of her lives without losing their own in turn. "Oh no, that would be far too convenient for you." She purred, now choosing to dig the claws of both legs into the one threatening her life.

The newly named Superior paused for a heartbeat in her quest to find a cat to attack to look at Limavady, the tom's expression sending a dangerous feeling coursing through her body. "Don't just stand there, help!" She told her fellow Superior coldly, Shule's gaze never leaving his frame as she spoke.