Other's soon arrived around him and Jewel and he felt his fur twitch from being uncomfortable. Though how was that the case when he was so used to having meetings with strangers and yet being so close to strangers now caused him to be uncomfortable. Or perhaps it was just being cautious since everything had happened before. Though with each day, Drakon's memory was becoming more and more foggy about that fight and he was willing to forget it all for the sake of his own sanity. So for now, he ignored majority of the company but @Jewel. "How do you know her? I ran into her in the Jungle and we spoke for a bit."

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+5 Observe a challenge and learn the results
Well, seemed he was late to the party, but that hardly mattered in this instance since he wasn't so late he'd entirely missed the main event. A crowd had gathered, as they often did, to watch the two individuals battling it out for a scrap of territory to (for a while) call their own. Jak was very aware of just how quickly things could change, but that knowledge did very little to temper his own budding streak of ambition.

Some white, scarred, woman, against the pinkest man Jak had ever seen. He was mildly amused at the very slight similarity between this and the last challenge he'd attended - a white defender and all.

He noted, with a flash of amusement, the other white defender he'd been thinking of was present in the crowd.

The mottled youth moved casually, soon finding himself a spot to sit and watch the tail end of the conflict play out without directly imposing himself on any other small gathering of spectators.

i'll be in the corner takin notes

i got your six while you're workin votes

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His right paw would make contact with not its intended mark but would make contact nonetheless. Claws would grip into where they landed on her left shoulder, feeling her skin rip beneath them. It was a satisfying feeling, one that seemed to bring on a rush of adrenaline, something that would keep him going and push him through the onslaught of pain his body was feeling. As right front paw would drop itself to the ground would he feel the sudden burning pain upon his muzzle. Her teeth would sink into his muzzle as his attack with open jaws landed upon her right front ankle. The pain would cause for his jaws to tighten, attempting to bite down even harder upon her ankle as well as attempting to pull her ankle toward him. The pulsating sensation of teeth ripping into flesh was enough to cause Valhalla to let out snarl after snarl, his mind racing to figure out what to do next.

Yellow eyes, once closed, would now open and become narrowed. His ears would stay tucked and while his body balanced out upon all four limbs that were planted on the ground, he'd lift his left front leg up halfway, claws staying unsheathed. It would attempt to strike out toward the lioness, aiming for her chest, attempting to sink claws into that area. His tail whipped about behind him like an angry snake, keeping up with his constant movements to keep him as balanced as possible. He were beginning to feel the fatigue of battle looming over his body, but he wouldn't allow for it to win until the battle was over.

VALHALLA vs Kimagure
for FIRNEN RAINFOREST
move 03/05

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 12 + 18 + 15 + 3 + 5 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 9 + 17

"SPEECH."

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The claws disappeared from her shoulder, but the burning ache was left behind. Her muscles throbbed, not just there but everywhere. Surely this male could not go on much longer, she herself thought. Kimagure was used to the fight and the hunt, but everyone had limitations. Her jaws met his muzzle and she felt him squeeze down even harder on her foreleg as he pulled it toward him, her leg stretching out further as he did so. Kimagure would attempt to follow his movements by attempting to move her head closer to him by extending her neck as he moved. Her lips wrinkled back further, her face grimacing but she suppressed all sound. There was no need to let him know just how much. She could tell already that that wound would be the one she’d remember him by. His snarls reached her ears, hopefully she was hurting him a good deal.

She had no recourse to avoid the claws he aimed at her chest and she just took it, intensely focused on maintaining her grip on his muzzle. The claws scored her chest, the wounds several inches long and the lacerations bled right away, her coat now painted pink and scarlet from multiple wounds. Her ears remained pinned and her claws dug into the ground beneath them as her bent and slightly spread legs aimed to help her retain balance. Her tail still remained outward, striving towards balance as well. Her narrowed eyes flicked around, taking in all they could from her current position. Kimagure merely attempted to clamp her jaws as tight as physically possible, hoping to increase the force she was applying to the man. Simultaneously Kimagure would attempt to whip her head side to side, hoping the movement would worsen the wounds she hoped she was already inflicting.

Kimagure vs Valhalla
For FR
Round 4/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 16 + 12 + 10 + 18 + 5 + 8 + 17 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 6 + 20 + 1

His claws would land upon the woman's chest, dragging downward on their target. His left front paw would slap itself to the ground then, weight being thrown to all fours once again with his tail still lashing every which way behind him. The grip upon where he had her on her right front leg would be tightened, and for a moment Valhalla wondered if the pressure he were placing upon it would cause any lasting effects. He wasn't one to try to purposefully maim or cause long lasting issues, but with how the lioness bit down on his muzzle it was a knee-jerk reaction that caused for his jaws to instinctively tighten their grip. His opponent would then attempt to thrash her head back and forth, trying to yank the beast off of her, and with that movement would Valhalla decide to release his grip, attempting to yank his skull backward while bringing his right front paw up into the air once more. With claws still unsheathed would he attempt to slap the lioness directly upon the left side of her neck, attempting to hook his claws into the thick and meaty area. He were hoping this would be enough to cause for her to release the grip she had upon his face, the blood dripping from his wounds and splashing onto the ground.


VALHALLA vs Kimagure
for FIRNEN RAINFOREST
move 04/05

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 19 + 4 + 20 + 5 + 17 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 11

"SPEECH."

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His grip only further tightened on her leg and Kimagure was afraid much more would break bone, but it would only add strain if she tried to rip it away, turning punctures and tears into something even worse, and the terribly deep punctures she already had suffered would take a long time to heal as it was. As her head thrashed, she felt the grip he held loosen. The second teeth left her leg, she attempted to draw it rapidly back to her body and out of harm’s way.

The lioness did not try to place weight on it, all too aware of the risks of adding insult to injury. As his head pulled back, she released her grip on his muzzle just as his claws snagged within the flesh of her neck on the left side, tearing through her skin like white fire. A threatening snarl rippled from her throat, eyes narrowed as she attempted to lunge forward on her remaining spread legs, trying to throw her bleeding chest against his, hoping to shove the man back and perhaps display her willingness to go on, no matter what. She knew he was bigger and heavier than her and did not expect a miracle, but she hoped her substantial size would hurt even as it would hurt her already wounded chest.

Her ears were tightly pinned and lips wrinkled back, her tail lashing as it fought to maintain her balance. Kimagure’s maw would remain parted and she would try to angle it upward toward his face, hoping that if he aimed to attack with his maw he would see nothing but a sea of teeth. A threatening snarl rippled out of her, though she knew she only had so much more strength left to give.


Kimagure vs Valhalla
For FR
Round 5/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 15 + 7 + 10 + 17 + 8 + 16 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 9 + 4 + 3 + 14

The relief washed over his body once he felt the grip upon his maw loosen until it was removed entirely. His claws on his right front paw would find their target on her left side of the neck, ripping into her more flesh before finding its way back down upon the earth. As his right paw planted down would he feel the push of the woman, his balance becoming a bit unwavering and Valhalla attempting to take a step back to regain balance. His body was now screaming, wishing to have the battle be over, but he would not allow for that to happen until it was time.

Narrowed eyes would watch as the lioness’s jaws would be parted, but seemingly not trying to attack but simply giving a warning snarl. The colossal male would let out a snarl of his own, a primal sound resonating within his chest. His ears would stay pinned to his skull, hackles still risen and his tail thrashing behind him. With a last ditch effort would he aim for another attack, this time lifting his left front paw and attempting to strike at the other side of the woman’s neck, her right side. It was a simple smack of sorts he was attempting, while claws were still unsheathed. He wasn’t looking to cause severe damage but attempting a simple ‘slap’ as if to say this was just about all he had left energy wise. The woman gave him a good fight, and his body was now fully feeling the results of it.

VALHALLA vs Kimagure
for FIRNEN RAINFOREST
move 05/05

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 2 + 14 + 20 + 9 + 15 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 11

"SPEECH."

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The way the woman's breath hitches in the back of her throat could easily be taken as a compliment - it's been a while since he'd taken anyone's breath away. And yet Magnus was no fool; he knew it was more likely that she was surprised to see someone afflicted in the same way as her. After all he felt exactly the same, except he maintained a slightly better composure. What other reason would he have to pick her to sit with, in a crowd full of faces?

Well, he could think of one reason.

Her comment would make him smirk, eyes crinkling at the edges as a harsh bark of laughter rumbled in the back of his throat. They were betting on the same horse, then; interesting. Do you like the idea of living under a woman's rule? Would @Nadia, if the scarred wraith rose victorious, be tempted to join her? Magnus had been here long enough to know a rogue when he smelt one, and the lack of pride affiliation on her pelt was blatant. At least in their proximity, anyway. At her next question, he'd nod. I rule Obsidian Hollow, to the southwest.

the finest fury is the most controlled

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Admittedly it had been a long time since someone had left her speechless, this was something not to be taken lightly, at least on Nadia's part. An ear swiveled, turning to face the direction of the man, listening intently as his bark of a laugh reached her. It garnered a smile from the woman, her dark eyes landing back upon his face once more. "Do you like the idea of living under a woman's rule?" She smirked then, an honest knee jerk reaction to the question. "No, it's not for me. But I do wish those of my same gender the best of luck, we are the smartest gender after all." She mused to him, a twinkle in her eye all the while. "I rule Obsidian Hollow, to the southwest." It wasn't all that shocking really, the bit of information that he gave her. But it was exactly what she sought. How convenient that the man that was so similar to herself also managed to have precious information for her. "Ah, so is this your attempt at getting me to pay you a visit after this then?" Blunt, straightforward, all things that Nadia had always been even when she was a young cub. "Because I would be inclined to do so; or at least see just how you run things. Just for curiosity's sake of course." She said then, watching him carefully to see if she could get any kind of reaction from him. "I'm Nadia, and you fair King .. who might you be?"


@Magnus

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- attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds - 1/2
- witness an event worthy of making history - 1/2

hmm. another call? no, another challenge. elijah huffs quietly as he joins this one, too, eyes and ears forward. he's seen these fights descend into chaos and worse - boredom. by the time he arrives it seems the fight has been going on for some time: the combatants seem slower, sluggish. certainly adrenaline wearing thin, along with their stamina. ears prick forward as he watches them - curious how long their bodies will allow the fight to go on. he knows neither of them, and is hardly invested in their fight beyond learning. magnus is easily spotted in the crowd - it is hard to miss the large, shadow-pelted man - but it seemed that he was busy. speaking with a woman who wore a similar pelt, but with far prettier features. elijah smiles to see it, ignoring the strange twist in his gut at the sight, and instead focuses on the fight before him. whoever wins this forest will be in power, and he's curious as to who it'll be.