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The pair fought grappling with paw and jaw while antagonism rose outside their purview. He was not aware of the exact presence of anyone outside his sister though he was dimly aware of the number of spectators rising.

He managed to yank one limb downward, freeing the stranger's right paw from its shove against his chest. Some of the browner bits of his chest mane were yanked away, leaving searing bare flesh in their wake, rippling with dappled blood. He hadn't gotten as good a damage on the stranger's right leg as he would have liked, but opportunity came again and he redirected his right paw (claws still out) to try to slash under his opponent's left armpit as the other's paw came smashing toward his face. Between the threatened blow from that paw, and Vasilis trying to sneak his fangs toward his eye, Vermier decided it was a good time to retreat and vie for a better position later. His fangs slavered as he pulled back another foot, partially shoved by the advancing force of the other's body, more bruising accumulating across the front of his chest. Vermier felt himself tiring but the taste of ripped flesh from the cheek was good, very good. The blow from the enemy's left paw landed forward toward the end of his muzzle, toward the right side, breaking some of the whiskers there and lacerating between his cheek pad and his lip. Bruising would leave the general area sore and make his English pronunciation even more terrible for a while. Fangs, aimed toward his eye, cut shallow stripes vertically down between his brows, pouring their weak blood downward.

Vermier tilted his jaws slightly to his right to try to crunch the other's left paw before it could escape, his lips peeled back to avoid further injury to his precious smirk. His ears remained backward and his eyes were narrowed, vigilantly defiant.


Vermier vs @Vasilis
Scilla Lagoon

Round 4/5
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 3 + 8 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 11 + 15 + 12

My Sweet Sweet Soul

Seeps into a depth unknown

The shadow of her sister mimicked her antics as she moved behind her to see what these newcomers thought of themselves. Their lives here had been mostly peaceful, untouched by such aggression. The fog let these newcomers in and Maua seemed to think that it was a good idea but Tyne wasn't so sure. She slipped up next to her sister silently and settled next to her sister with her shoulder brushing softly against her fluffy side. She gave a soft grumble as she watched everything unfold. The males were fighting and it seemed that wasn't good enough as another pair jumped into a brawl over a cub it seemed. She shook her head and whispered to her sister, I sure hope Maua knows what they are doing. This seemed like the madness that their parents told stories about. Challenges and unstable lives. She didn't want any of that to be part of their lives here.

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Another day, another claim. Roan was intent to know everything going on in these new lands, as best as he could keep up, but by the time the mauve lion had managed to navigate his way through the soppy lagoon, a fight was already well underway. Upon further analysis, though, it appeared two fights were engaged at the moment. One of familiar faces, and the other of strangers. Since he knew of one combatant in the maim fight to already be a leader, the masked lion was lead to believe that the pair of strangers were the ones fighting over the next crown of these lands. Keeping to the outskirts of all those gathered, Roan sat off to the side by himself. Even if a few other familiar faces dappled the group of spectators, none were of adequate familiarity to warrant approaching. For now, he'd just wait and watch, present only to learn of who might be the next ruler in Amaryllis.

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It seemed everything was to go to hell in a handbasket with Gwyn being the unfortunate center of it all. Well he had put himself out there and given a harsh warning to the spoiled brat, but still. Seriously these lions needed to drag their heads from their arses. It's not his fault that they could not see the way the wind was blowing. Even Pistis looked at him disapprovingly, which earned a flash of hurt sent her way with lazer focus. He was not threatening, but warning. For fucks sake he wasn't a dieudonne, he wasn't going to eat or kill the kid.

He huffs a mocking laugh at the woman with the kid whose manners were worse than any Casimir's. And they were fucking demons for fucks sake. "It was not a threat. It was a simple statement of fact. If he doesn't learn to hold his tongue he will end up dead." he snarls back, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He wasn't unreasonable; she had just decided to take it that way. The boy begins to speak back, and he continues, unknowing about the attack to come. "Get your child in hand or I will do it for you. Now that is a threat you pathetic excuse for a mother" he growls and then there is a new voice in the clusterfuck. A male, who the woman obviously belonged to, and the son obviously of his loins. And he was annoyed at him for doing the parenting he should have been doing all along. For fucks sake. Did they want their kid to be an absolute terror?

"You simply don't wish to parent properly do you? As I explained to the woman I presume is your wi-" he begins but he notes the shift in the males body language, the tone of his silent voice. He was about to be attacked. The man had been ready the entire time so it was a simple matter of trying to pivot his hindquarters about 45 degrees to his left to prevent himself from being broadsided and flatfooted. His movement caused the shoulder blow to glance off the demon's right shoulder blade, leaving a moderate but broad bruise. Jaws snap towards his right and slightly down in an attempt to catch the outstretched right forepaw within the vice of his fangs. To bite and chomp and control. Gwyn was heedless of what scratches and punctures the claws might give him while he countered. Simultaneously, his own forepaw rises(Gwyn's left), reaching low and fast towards his opponents right elbow. To dig in outstretched claws and catch the back of the limb and puncture the tender flesh of the underarm/attaching skin and muscle. To hopefully either get a grip or weaken the limb in the fight.

Gwyn VS Manes

for Minor Maim(for scarring of some sort)
round: 1 of 5
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 16 + 14 + 9 + 20 + 1

dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 13 + 14

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@Amra @Rythian @Pistis @Ramona @Siofra @Zagan @Tripfire @Amara @Ambrosine @Artemis @Manes
*dies a bit*

and the final angel perished,

Manes was very much aware in the back of his mind that his surprise attack against Gwyn would cause shudders among those present within the audience that had originally come to watch the challenge for a new pride. But that was no longer important: more pressing matters, such as the threats that Gwyn had made against both his son and his wife demanded simultaneous attention and action.

Manes' left shoulder missed its mark, but instead landed on Gwyn's right shoulder blade. The gargoyle was confident that this would leave a bruise, but this injury that Gwyn had gained was simply inadequate. Manes' right paw manages to meet its mark upon Gwyn's face -- but Gwyn's movement meant that instead of catching the man's eye, he instead caught his forehead. Three lacerations would be left upon Gwyn's forehead: but his jaws had caught Manes' paw, and had pulled away some of the skin which protected his toes, leaving some puncture wounds which would take some time to heal.

The gargoyle had not seen Gwyn's own left forepaw move, and this resulted in his attempt to dig the outstretched claws into Manes' right underarm being successful: Gwyn had a hold on his elbow which would cause the tender flesh under there to rip and bleed.

The Talgrim man peeled back his teeth and emitted a swift but sharp growl in pain, before attempting to lunge forward once more, moving his body at a 45-degree angle to his own left, so that he was facing Gwyn's right shoulder. Whilst this movement would do more damage to his elbow, Manes would now attempt to lunge forward once more, hoping to clasp his jaws around Gwyn's own muzzle - if he were successful, then the gargoyle would aim to bite down and puncture the delicate skin upon the man's muzzle -- to control, if possible.

Simultaneously, Manes would adjust his weight onto his back paws, using his tail as a rudder to aid balance. Afterwards, the man would raise his left forepaw, unsheathing (out) his claws so that some damage could be done. Manes would attempt to swipe his left forepaw against Gwyn's right flank, hoping to puncture the skin that protected his stomach. If he were to be successful, Manes' paw would drag itself down Gwyn's flank at an angle, his claws piercing the skin. Manes would stand up for his family -- at the expense of his own health.

MANES vs. GWYN

for MINOR MAIM - FACIAL SCARRING
TWO of FIVE
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 7 + 8 + 16 + 13 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 12 + 14 + 16 + 7

The call came from the south east, and Jewel's head jerked in that direction, fear tripping in her heart. She had been just north of the pridelands trying to figure out what she should do with Durius.. Well. To be quite honest, the Sovereign was brooding on the cliffside like Batman, okay? The sound of the call coming from so close to her home had the females legs in motion before she even realized they were moving. Jewel entered the Cove with flying sands and breaths heaving in her chest as she looked for the one calling.. But it dawned on her and made her felt mildly sheepish - that it wasn't coming from her home, but ... behind it? Frowning, the ebony female made her way in the direction of the call.. Stopping as she passed her home to rub against a tree here and scratch at a bit of hard packed sand there... Just so that any coming to this new fight would know where her home lay and not go traipsing right on through where they didn't belong. Moving beyond the Cove, the lioness approached the sounds of fighting with slow precision, wondering what in the nine hells was going on so close to home and the young cubs that lived within. Truthfully, she would NOT be shocked to see her children running amok and had every intention of bringing them to task when she arrived. If only to ensure they were not getting underfoot or getting hurt. The two battles that had started before she arrived were given a hard look for Jewel only recognized one of the two males in one fight - and she knew then that it wasn't the fight that had started this.. Unless Gwyn was intending to take up residence in her backyard - she assumed that the one that was truly important here would be the one with....Ears flattened, and her jaw tightened when she saw Durius embroiled in a battle with Vermier. Eyes cast over the crowd before she found a few faces of familiarity and gravitated towards the silver Hollow lioness. Jewel's head lowered as she got closer, showing she had no aggression in case one of the Hollow lions took it upon themselves to defend their lady. "Lady Pistis... can you tell me what is happening?" Jewel could make an educated guess, but she wanted the whole story before she went storming into the fray and dragging a certain golden lion out by his ear. @Pistis as she's talking to her directly <3 But anyone can tag Jewel bb""

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The woman had been seething at her husband. Which was perfectly fine. What wasn’t was when her husband came in and started to attack Gwyn. What a bitch. Not able to stand up for her own fights. Pistis had sprang to her feet. Seconds away from attacking that foolish woman for allowing her husband to come traipsing in and not dealing with her battles herself. She had every intention to fight the woman right then and there, but saw Jewel coming towards her. With a huff, she sat back down. She glanced at her friend in a displeased manner, speaking in a low tone. “Dirius, the golden lion, made claim for this Lagoon, he was challenged by that fellow over there, don’t know his name.” She shook her head, “That woman’s child, the little red one,” she nodded toward Tripfire, “tried to attack Dirius, then got angry at some of the Hollow’s members and Gwyn’s son for chastising him. Gwyn unwisely threatened the child, and is now engaged with his father.” She sighed sitting close to her friend, stress clawing at her. Of course, she knew by the body language of the two this wasn’t a death match but… oh she couldn’t stand the worry of not knowing whether he’d be ok or not. It was good that Jewel was here, she would help calm Pistis’ nerves. “I wouldn’t be surprised if another fight happened, it’s very tense here.” She would then lean just slightly into Jewel for a few moments, resting her shoulder on the other’s. Then sitting back on her own. This was both ridiculous and heart-wrenching. Yes, Gwyn had stepped out of line, but the father had jumped into action. Though she couldn’t say that Gwyn wouldn’t do the same for his children. Oh well, she supposed she just had to hope Gwyn would win. @Jewel

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The silver female seemed to be irritated, and Jewel soon understood the "why" of the irritation. Her own hackles rose with irritation and she let loose her own growl of frustration. "Males." Pistis leaned against her, and the ebony female took a chance to try to calm the other female, attempting to nuzzle her nape in what she hoped was a comforting manner. "My vote is to wade in there and haul both of those fools out of their fights." But, she knew that wasn't how things were usually done.. Though afterwards? There was an amused grin on her lips as she glanced to her silver friend. "We only have to tend their wounds... No one said we had to be gentle about it, right?" Tending to wounds could be its own level of hell.. She would know. Jewel inhaled and then huffed out the air irately, cerulean optics turning towards the two fighting for the pride and narrowing her gaze on Durius. "If he thinks he's going to get in my good graces by pulling such a stunt, he has another thing coming." Truthfully - she was worried for the lion, but her worry was manifesting in irritation and anger. Ears clamped back to her skull as the Caladan Sovereign opted to sit beside her friend in the event 'tensions' rose higher and brought the fight to the pale lioness. She knew she wasn't entirely without her ability to fight, but Jewel doubted with the way things would turn bloody so quickly.. that Pistis would be able to hold her own without much more practice. "You're probably not wrong. Testosterone flies in these sort of situations.. I wouldn't be surprised if we saw a third or a fourth..." Eye for an eye and all that.. Jewel watched not only the pride fight, but also the other fight.. and lions milling about. There were certainly a lot of felines in this one area, and she had to wonder which side they would be on should a brawl truly break out. She knew that she would at least help her friend.. And Jyzara - the lioness spotted in the gathering of watchers. Jewel noted Roan, and a few other somewhat familiar faces. "Truthfully - I'm concerned about what a pride this close to Caladan will mean.." She rather disliked the proximity to her home, and a lip curled in irritation, hackles once more rising along her spine as the tips of her tails flickered like angry vipers. "Especially if that pride was led by a lion who had already trespassed into Caladan Once. What other 'liberties' would he be taking..." @Pistis""

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