finally, fucking finally, it was their turn. the fact that magnus had them - him - wait until last wasn't lost on the skagos, and he takes it as the slight it was certainly intended as. he'd sat and watched the other fights as excitement grew in his stomach, flexing his toes upon the stone floor until it was finally his turn. he wastes little time in getting up, moving towards the center of the battleground as the others had done before him. his opponent was a strangely marked woman, a sigrun no doubt, with a forked tail. easily his shoulders roll forward, and then they begin.

large frame lunges forward at svana, wasting no time in getting on with it - hoping to approach her head-on. once he is close enough his head seeks to snap forward, intent on headbutting her - aiming to slam his forehead against hers. a flurry of motion, he attempts to raise his left arm at the same time and grab the woman. his paw aims for the space behind her right front elbow, hoping to grab hold and use his larger size to his advantage. truthfully he does not care if he wins or loses (for he doesn't want a rank, or anything of the sort), but he looks forward to bloodshed all the same.

hákon vs @Svana
for OH fighting event
1/3
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 6 + 2 + 12 + 4 + 5

dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 16 + 3

The festivities began and she was solemn in quiet pensiveness, her eyes ever intent on watching each pair battle it out until there was a clear victor as they fought before the watchful eyes of her brother and his council. She had not stepped forth to answer that she would fight, for Magnus would know all too well that her and other Sigrun would be more than willing to face any form of combat. It had been far too long, and she could feel the restlessness stirring within her with each fight that was not her own. Soon, soon. She told herself silence, and though a creature of patience, she could feel it begin to wear quite thin. It seemed ages, but her turn finally came, and as both she and her opponent took the arena, transience ebbed into excitement. He would be more than enough to handle, a force to be reckoned with, and she would have it no other way. Upon entering the arena, she wasted no time in rolling forth her shoulders and tucking her chin down, spreading her weight evenly out between her four limbs as they sought the earth for balance as she had been so methodically taught.

Just in time.

Within seconds of entering the stage, he would lunge for her, and she would try to dart off to the right side of his frame to avoid him as she attempted to duck her head from the oncoming breadth of his; alas, she was not quick enough. The entirety of his thick skull slammed into the expanse of space between her left shoulder and left side of her neck where it was rolled up to protect her throat, and she felt the familiar taste of agony and the slight dizziness overwhelm her senses. Yet, her instincts came roaring back to life in a vicious inferno and would not let her succumb to lightheadedness. Immediately, sere claws sought the earth in a forceful hold to keep her balance from his impact as she was shoved slightly backwards by the sheer strength behind it, coming to a standstill and regaining her balance with all four paws spreading out evenly. Yet, he was coming at her again, his left paw reaching for her, and she could feel it trying to seek hold behind her right front elbow. In a quickened motion, she jerked backwards to force it off, feeling the sharpened sting of flesh tearing and the smell of blood heavy in her nares as she came away with two sharp cuts from where his claws had found her; and she would take no time in retaliation. She would take the earth in her grip as her feet splayed out, and using her tail as a rudder flying out behind her like a flag, she would raise her right limb and extend it out, claws attempting to reach forth and hoping to grab right behind the ankle of his extended left limb, attempting to use her strength and firm position on the earth to attempt to drag him forward and attempt to draw his face close to the snapping regard of her seeking jaws that would attempt to tear vicious teeth into the right side of his muzzle.

Svana vs Hákon
for OH fighting event
1/3
Hits -

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 17 + 5 + 3

Dodges -

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 14 + 10 + 4

(OCC: pls teach me great fighting senpai because I'm bad LOL)

**edited by irish to fix the dice roll code**

his skull connects with her, though not in the way he wanted. whatever damage he'd done to her he'd done equal to himself - his ears ring with the force of his blow, and a bruise was sure to form across the top of his skull that he'd used as a battering ram. his paw, too, slips from her arm but not without tearing flesh as she jerks it out of his grasp. before he can set ti back down on the ground her right paw snakes out, aiming for his ankle. her claws find purchase there - sinking into his ankle. a snarl twitches on his muzzle as her teeth snap forward. her teeth catch him on the right-side of his face, blood welling in their wake. the sharp pain that rises is hardly felt, already washed away in the pain pricks of her claws in his ankle.

despite her claws in his ankle hákon shifts his weight forward, intent on stepping into her personal space - she wanted to drag him forward? then he'd come. shoulders roll forward as his muzzle follows suit, hoping to use his height advantage to snap his jaws at her face. he aims for the left-side of her face, intent on grabbing hold of her cheek, the area between her eye and jawline. as he does, he raises his left front paw, the same one that she'd grabbed, and jerks - hoping to dislodge her, no matter what damage he'd do to himself. in the same stroke he hopes to snap forward, aiming to extend his foreleg out as far as he can manage with her claws and claw at the top of her right front leg. his ears remain pinned tight to his skull, shoulders hunched forward to help protect his neck in lieu of his lacking mane.

hákon vs @Svana
for OH fighting event
2/3
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 14 + 12 + 20 + 7 + 8

dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 11 + 10

Adrenaline was rushing through her now, pumping it's volatile intoxication into each vein, and she could feel the delirium overtaking her in sheer waves. It had been far too long since she had fought last, having spent much of her time traveling with Eir to find her brother and family, and she relished this moment of blind release it entailed. It wasn't glory she sought here, but to sate the starvation of blood and libertine; and he delivered without fail. She felt sharpened claws find the purchase they had wanted upon his ankle, and she felt a small amount of pleasure in the fact as her eyes watched the snarl contort his features. Iron flooded her mouth as her teeth cut flesh on the right side of his face, and she hungrily savored the taste as it rolled across her tongue. Yet, she only for a moment would she allow herself such revel before she quickly tucked her chin back down over her throat, her ears flattening down upon her skull as seafoam eyes narrowed upon him. She could not let her guard drop, the entirety of her frame bracing for the next line of impact.

He came forth as she had desired, much in the way of a freight train. Pain split along the entirety of her left cheek as she felt the serrated edge of fangs break skin and clamp down, digging into soft flesh like knives. A vicious snarl erupts from the depths of her slender chest, teeth bared in a ghastly display of savagery as agony resonates through her body both bitter and sweet. He is successful in throwing off her hold on his ankle as she quickly retracts her claws from him and seeks to place her right front paw back down upon the ground. He wasn't done, a low hiss leaving her as she felt nails once more upon her right front leg, his claws slicing through and leaving three slightly deep scratches along her right front leg; those to match the underside of said leg. Instincts urged her on, keeping her head above the water, but there was little she could do with the restriction of his grip on her face, not without using the left half of her body. She didn't want to, having avoided using that side in particular since the entirety of his head had slammed into her collarbone earlier and she could feel the bruising even now as it thrummed in aching crescendo, but there was little choice left. It was just going to have to hurt. Twisting her head towards an attempt at the right, she attempts to tear free from his jaws even despite what the damage would do to her. At the same time, she attempts to lift her left front paw up off the ground, trying to put all the force behind it that she could muster despite her size and the pain shooting through the left side of her neck and shoulder as she attempts to try to pummel it into the right side of his face with claws out, along the expanse of his own cheek. An attempt to stun, perhaps even attempt to tear at skin as her head attempted to twist back to the left to face him fully, her snapping jaws attempting to drive themselves up into the left side of his muzzle and attempting to clamp down onto the soft flesh of lips and mouth.

Svana vs Hákon
for OH fighting event
2/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 5 + 16 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 18 + 3 + 12

he'd jerked his ankle and though he expects resistance, he doesn't find much. it means he doesn't do as much damage to himself in this, but still pain rises - hot and sharp - yet it's nothing compared to the excitement coiling in his gut. the urge to fight and claw and attack runs hot in his veins; they make quite the pair. he'd watched the other fights but hadn't cared much about them, yet this is what he lives for. his claws find their purchase along her leg, running rivulets into her flesh - a keen victory, if a small one. she jerks to her right and her cheek slips from his jaws - a throaty, disappointed growl rumbling from his chest even as he hopes to follow her.

his muzzle moves as she retreats and it means that his face is in the perfect position for her claws to find purchase. she swings it and connects with his cheek - claws sinking deep into the flesh and fat there. it means, too, that it's nearly impossible for him to dodge her jaws. they sink and clench into the bridge of his nose, seemingly encompassing it. the pain here is worse than the others, the horrible pressure making the white-hot pain worse. his right arm, bleeding and sore as it is, lifts as he tries to angle his paw - hoping to raise it "palm side up". with claws extended he hopes to jab it up, aiming for the underside of her chin. trying to get her to release him - and if not, then maybe he could at least inflict as much pain as she was.

hákon vs @Svana
for OH fighting event
3/3
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 4 + 15 + 7 + 11 + 16

dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 13 + 18

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 13 + 16 + 10

Hunger burned within the expanse of pulsing veins, adrenaline pumping like violence with every beat of her heart, and how it all thrummed so alive within her body. She had felt so less than during her travels with Eir, being as there was more purpose to other things at the time, but now with family reunited and everything as it was, she found herself whole once more. He had helped to ignite her, this man, and she would not soon forget the valuable lessons he had taught her in this fight. They were both of a savage nature, a viciousness so intricately intertwined in the ferocity of instinct, and hopefully, it was something the crowd found as thrilling and exhilarant as she did. Yet, all things do eventually come to an end. She could feel herself tiring, pain becoming more prominent in the places he had struck, and the scent of her own blood was thick in her flaring nares. Things were beginning to draw to a close, at least she knew for herself, as her endurance began to collapse under the pressure. Though, she would attempt to hide it well beneath that vehement mask of harrowing chaos.

A gleeful brilliance flittered across her pale eyes as her claws sink into the flesh of his cheek, flaring even brighter at the success of her jaws grasping the bridge of his nose. It was not what she had intended, and it brought her far closer to him than she would have liked. Ears flattened down against her head, shoulders rolling forward as much as they could as her eyes narrowed upon his face, and her jaws would begin to attempt to loosen their hold from his nose with attempted quickness and her claws attempting to retract. Close quarters were a dangerous thing, and she knew it all too well from the moment she felt the underhanded blow of his right palm cuff her heavily beneath the expanse of her chin to make her senses spin, and without needing further regard, she would let go fully of him with both fang and talon. She stumbled the moment she descended, and her left paw tried to find its footing, that side of her body being the weakest and still attempting to regain her senses from his blow. But, she caught herself, just barely as her left front leg found it’s balance, and she would attempt to put most of her weight on her hind legs, attempting to shove herself backwards away from him. Not too far of attempt though, as she would attempt to steel herself again with all four feet placed upon the earth, and attempted to lift her head just enough to attempt to smack her forehead up against his own chin or whatever it could find.

Svana vs Hákon
for OH fighting event
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 14 + 2 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 15 + 13 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 11

HAKON VS. SVANA FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Hákon Hits: 11
Hákon Dodges: 6

Svana Hits: 6
Svana Dodges: 6

Hákon Successful Hits: 5
Svana Successful Hits: 0

HAKON HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

the challengers may now respond to the fight results.

the fight is over before it truly began; he'd much rather continue but he knows the others will frown. with a snarl he moves away, putting space between them as he regards the woman before him. he is bleeding and bruised, adrenaline slicking his veins as he stares. what is your name, sigrun? he asks, voice little more than a growl. she won't get a compliment, not from him, but perhaps she's earned the right to be called @Svana rather than sigrun. eyes shift from her only briefly, seeking out @Brigid's form — the snarling, victorious beast in his chest wanting to make sure she saw. a stupid sentiment; useless, too, considering that she was blind. god, but he hated this island, and every choice he'd made to end up here.

As it had begun, so had it come to an end as the two finally drew from one another with snarls of finality, their blood painting the ground dark with scarlet revel. She could feel it dripping from each wound and for the first time in many months, she felt somewhat content after such violent expression that gave way to an eerie lucidity of the mind and body. There was sweet nothing, only her drenched in the lasting impression of intertwined blood and the soft pants of catching breaths. It was a weight well worth the gold, even if had ended without triumph, she had sought a far better prize from it. After all, there was more to it than just loss. At his growling words, seafoam eyes flitted to regard him sharply, a gargoyle returned to inert stone. "Svana." She gave her name quietly, as still as death itself that betrayed nothing of emotion, but the evidence of delight was blatant upon her face, her eyes wild like illuminated diamonds. It was hard to hide thrills. "And you?"

@Hákon