Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

Feel free to beat Whip tf up.

The others came from the darker corners of the wood, moving slowly and silent from the shadows. It surprised him to see that they had found the war party so quickly -- but what surprised him even more was the Blackfeather wolves' inaction in the face of the Redhawk coalition. Were they simply content to stand and watch? Waiting and posturing; all useless. Perhaps they knew their war was already lost. Attempt to strike peace. Minimize casualties. 

Were they afraid?

Whip saw red. He broke off beside Elwood and surged for the female. He remembered Themiscyra and what he had done there. He remembered the sound of tearing sinew and the gurgle of a crushed, torn throat. He remembered the blood -- oh the blood and how it spilled into the sand. Foregone, Whip was there again in his mind. He somehow saw the girl's face mirrored in Shivalli's features.

He did as he did then. Whip went for her fucking throat.