ooc: simple spar, no serious damage!

Once more he would visit The Pit with the same intentions. Valhalla needed to keep himself sharp and aware and the only way he would continue to do that was venturing form Andal and finding others to test his strength and speed. Even though he was quite the giant of a lion he was swift on his paws, but more so than not did his opponents have more quickness than he simply due to the size comparison.

He'd center himself within the battleground, eyes flickering around before he let out a roar, one that sought out a sparring partner. His body would instinctively fall into his defense once the call was done with, starting with his limbs bending to distribute his weight equally. Next would be his claws, slipping out from their sheaths to grip into the ground to help aide in balance. His shoulders would roll forward as neck came inward, protecting his jugular. Eyes would narrow upon nothing for now and his ears would pin themselves into his two-toned mane, tail hanging limp between hind legs and waiting for its turn to be used.

Valhalla vs. ?
for SPAR/PRACTICE
00/03


@Cassine

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs

when the distinctive summons for a spar rose up against the air if the valley, cassine knew that she wanted the opportunity to redeem herself from her previous loss. her physical wounds were still rather fresh, but did not compare to the raging of her emotions, which remained poignant and persistent, looming against the depths of her icy gaze with an unhindered intensity. the yearling wasted little time in making her way towards the pit, her steps wide and serpentine, as she pushed herself against the southern edge of the limestone arena, peering down towards the challenger below. laying eyes upon @Valhalla, however, was enough to make her pause for a brief, fleeting moment.

he was huge, and stood at the ready within the centre of the ring in a domineering fashion — and though she was not afraid, she was no fool, either. opting to continue anyways, for she refused to back down from the brute’s call, the dieudonne would descend into the folds of the pit, her eyes snapping towards his face as her lips parted slowly. "just don’t squish me, hm?" she offered whilst a slow smirk formed along the edges of her face, settling on the opposite end of the arena with set defences and a wide, prepared stance. hopefully, her request wasn’t too unreasonable.

An unfamiliar face would answer his call, the yearling not one he were expecting to come but nonetheless he would take it. With her being much smaller than him in stature it could help Valhalla tune in on his moves and attacks with those much smaller than he. "No promises," he'd reply in a joking manner. Whether or not she would find it funny was all up to her. Golden eyes would narrow upon her as she settled before him, and after giving her a couple moments to slip into defenses would the Viking make his first move.

Legs would push himself toward her in a charge, keeping his head low and aligned with his spine. Once he cleared distance he would raise his front left paw into the air, allowing for his claws to sheathe but only halfway. He wasn't looking to cause injuries but just something that would bring out a response. He would attempt to lunge and grab ahold of her right elbow area where the arm pit was, and as he did this would he would throw his skull to the right, attempting to collide with the right side of her own face; not too hard but just enough to try to unbalance her a bit.

Valhalla vs. Cassine
for SPAR/PRACTICE
01/03
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 6 + 7 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 13 + 10

@Cassine

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs

her tongue ran eagerly across her lips as she looked down the barrel of the loaded gun before her, his reply warranting a brief scoff, but not much more. cassine was not afraid to test her capabilities, even in the face of a man who far outweighed her stature -- if anything, she believed that it would be good practice for when she got her vengeance, later on. though that would have to wait, given the fact that it was imperative for the parisian to focus on the here and now, and attempt to garner some sort of success before her newest challenger.

defenses settled in as the man charged forward, ears flattened along the contour of her crown as the space between them quickly and fervently diminished. at the last moment, cassine would aim to swing her hips to the left, away from the incoming assault on her right side. still, she felt the shallow slice of his claws across her right elbow, snarling uncomfortably at the feeling, though planted limbs allowed her to retain the majority of her balance. it did not stop the flow of blood however, as the first wafts of iron fill the air surround them, pushing the dieudonne forward into the next wave of battle.

given their height difference, cassine would attempt to duck her head below the swinging of his skull, chin looking to press close to her chest as her shoulders rolled to protect the sensitive area of flesh. she would only be partially successful in this endeavor, however, as the rough edge of his jaw made contact with the upper-right side of her skull, right below the ear. bruising would soon bloom in the area, but it was not enough to deter her -- not yet, anyways. simultaneous to this movement, the yearling would aim to raise her left forelimb, before swinging it upwards and attempting to collide it with the right side of valhalla's face. like his own, her claws were only partially unsheathed -- but the spill of her blood certainly warranted a bit of his, as well.

cassine vs. @Valhalla
for spar
round 1/3
hits:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 8

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 2 + 6 + 18

Eyes would catch as she swung herself in parallel, his left paw unable to hook behind her right elbow but instead grazing the front of it. He could feel the tearing of flesh, the small wounds they left in their wake seeming to bleed instantly. Left paw would fall back to the ground as skull collided with the upper right portion of her own, causing for some throbbing to begin and feeling as though he could feel every beat of his heart in that area alone. Even though his mane took most of the impact he knew he would have a headache for several hours after they were finished. Ears would burrow themselves into his thick mane, wanting to stay as safe as possible.

His body would react with his movements, constantly shifting weight to help balance, and as the yearling struck out toward the right side of his face would he instead lean into the attack. He would feel her claws drag across the taught skin, creating their own shallow wounds in return. With a snarl would Valhalla throw his maw toward her left leg, jaws opening and attempting to get a hold of her limb. He wasn't looking to bite down if he were successful, only wanting to gain a firm grip on it to try to throw her balance off.


Valhalla vs. Cassine
for SPAR/PRACTICE
02/03
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 7 + 9 + 4 + 11 + 19 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 19 + 7

@Cassine

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs

small as their wounds may be and as controlled as they were conducting themselves during this spar, cassine could not help but feel the sting of her wounds against torn flesh, and the irritation that was growing within her veins. her ears were left ringing from the collision of their skulls, knowing that, surely, if this man wanted to throw his weight around, he could demolish the younger lioness in a moment's time.

the yearling's chest soared in a moment of success as her claws found purchase against the right side of his face, eyes narrowing as her tail extended behind her shifting frame for support and stability. but it was only a moment later that his retaliation came, quick and well-planned, as his muzzle clasped easily around her left forelimb, right above the ankle. and though he did not look to bite down aggressively against the appendage, the pressure was still uncomfortable, and small cuts still opened up from the quick drag of his fangs across her skin. cassine could not help but allow a growl to escape from between her lips, instinctively reaching forward with her own jaws and attempting to snap at the exposed left-side of his snout, though the movement was quick and sharp, intending only to deter his hold, and nothing more. at the same time, she would attempt to jerk her left forelimb backwards, hoping to remove it from his hold so that she could regain proper balance for the remainder of the fight. she was already smaller -- did she really need to only have three legs, too?

cassine vs. @Valhalla
for spar
round 2/3
hits:

Rolling 2d20: 14 + 17

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 4 + 20 + 5

His jaws would successfully wrap around her limb and he could feel the pokes of his fangs into her skin. The beast would keep the pressure light but still uncomfortable, making sure his fangs didn't sink in deep to cause any real damage. But as she attempted to pull her left limb away would the Viking allow it, his jaws opening just as he felt the sudden sting of a bite to the right side of his face. He would let out a rather guttural snarl, eyes becoming slits as they focused upon her once more. He would then regain his bearings, right front paw hoisting itself upward and out toward the yearling in an attempt to strike it at her left side, reaching to try to get partially sheathed claws hooked in the flesh where her ribs began. He would also retract his face from being too close to hers, his bodyweight shifting to help balance him as well as his tail, his shoulders thrusting forward as much as they could whilst being in mid attempt at an attack. He didn't want to beat up on the girl too much, especially since she so willingly offered herself up for practice.


Valhalla vs. Cassine
for SPAR/PRACTICE
03/03
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 19 + 8 + 1 + 17 + 5 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 7 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 4 + 19 + 13 + 8

@Cassine

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs

anger fuelled her every movement, growing with each nick and tear of her flesh, and the wrath of their bodies intertwined. and though fatigue would soon follow, cassine was determined to, at the very least, finish what they had started. a predatory sound reached up through her throat at the continued pressure that he placed upon her forelimb, though relief flooded the yearling's chest as he finally released his hold. quickly, cassine would attempt to return her limb to the earth, hoping to stabilize her movements as she felt the delectable snap of her fangs across his cheek, spilling small drops of crimson upon her tongue.

such satisfaction only lasted for a few moments, however, as the viking is far from done with her. for it was then that she could feel the hot tear of wounds across the left side of her ribs, leaving annoying, though not severe, lacerations behind in the wake of the attack. another growl rumbled from her chest, before cassine would aim to twist her head to the left, attempting to snap, once more, at valhalla raised right forelimb as it stretched out in her direction. her ears pulled back tightly against her crown as she reached towards him, shoulders pushing forward harshly to protect her now exposed throat -- though surely, the man already knew that he had her bested, if not by size alone.

cassine vs. @Valhalla
for spar
round 3/3
hits:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 9

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 7 + 20 + 15

Valhalla vs. Cassine for Spar
— RESULTS —

Valhalla Hits: 2 + 3 + 3 + 1 luck = 9
Valhalla Dodges: 1 + 2 + 0 = 3

Cassine Hits: 1 + 2 + 1 = 4
Cassine Dodges: 1 + 1 + 2 = 4

Valhalla Successful Hits: 5
Cassine Successful Hits: 1

VALHALLA HAS WON THE SPAR!

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Valhalla would pull himself away when the throws of their spar came to a close. Although it were obvious that the Viking had won he would still feel the thrill of knowing he came on top. It was a feeling he would never grow tired of, one that he most certainly enjoyed. His sides would heave and nostrils would flare, maw gaping slightly to help him regain normal breathing. "You fought well," he would begin, his shoulders rolling forward a bit an an attempt to help start relax his muscles, his claws slipping back into their sheaths. "Maybe in the future we can practice again and I can give you some pointers. If you are up for it." He was always in search for potentials to help them get better at defending, as well as giving out damage, too.

table by sentinel / lion + cliffs