The tide was turning. Jewel's grip maintained, strong and painful and scoring deep. Even as he tried to face her she remained in his periphery - he was just glad he seemed to have managed to wound her with his wild kick.

The painted woman was persistent though, and suddenly she was at his right flank, teeth piercing. It was a confused blur as she evaded his vision and struck dust towards him - he turned his face away and tried to avoid the little particles. Anything but graceful, he attempted to turn and follow the flicker of her tails, making one last ditch effort to attack her. He lunged towards her retreating rear and attempted to bite her on the rear, avoiding her more womanly parts of course. Later on he would look back at this and feel embarrassed, but for now it was a last ditch effort to try and at least make the woman worse for wear.

@Jewel

ATTACKS: Simply attempting to turn and bite Jewel's rear as she tries to remain in Fionns blindspot
RESPONSES: trying to duck his head away from the kicked up sand, but otherwise taking all other damage.

{Fionn} -vs- {Jewel}
-For-
{Dominance/Claim}
-Round-
{5} of 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 5 + 15 + 7 + 16 + 10 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 1 + 13 + 6 + 5

The lioness felt the teeth bite deep into her hip, a snarl drawing across her lips as she shifted, attempting to twist towards her right so that she could attempt to strike out with a right front paw, attempting to slap that appendage across his face and muzzle. Hind limbs remained stable, her left front leg trying to balance the contortion required, and her tails whipping like mad at her hips, trying to help with the balance she had started to lose. To fall to her side under such a large opponent would surely end in damage in a real battle, but here, the female was intending to try to maintain her balance as she attempted to get him to remove his fangs from her butt. "Jewel" -vs- "Fionn" -For- "Dominance and a Wager" -Round- "5" of 5 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 13 + 20 + 16 + 14 + 4 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 1 + 8 + 9 + 12 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 12 + 16 + 17 + 20 + 18 + 8 ""

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FIONN VS. JEWEL FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Fionn Hits: 5 + 5 + 3 + 3 + 4 = 20
Fionn Dodges: 2 + 2 + 2 + 0 + 1 = 7

Jewel Hits: 2 + 3 + 3 + 2 + 4 + 1 luck = 15
Jewel Dodges: 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 8

Fionn Successful Hits: 12
Jewel Successful Hits: 8

FIONN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first.

After his successful hit, Fíonn pulled away, not wanting to do too much damage - he felt it in the air, this fight was his. Jewel turned to swipe at him and he tried to pull away, but his great size didn’t allow the movement, and he took the strike to the face fully, more wounds and bruising appearing upon his blush face.

The titan backed off, fight over, and bloodied though he was, his head lifted and a playful grin spread unbidden across his face. Celebratory, he broke into a delighted trot around his foe. “You’re excellent.” he admitted happily, “But I feel I’ve won - and I’m owed a prize, Miss Jewel?”

.The sovereign had every right to smack him again, and Fíonn wouldn’t even mind if she declined - the victory was all the prize he needed. Fíonn wasn’t a fool - it didn’t take a genius to see they were evenly matched, and he’d only won by the skin of his teeth.

The lioness shifted when they parted, giving the great pink lion a nod and a grin that twisted her lips. Jewel moved to pass her tongue over the deeper punctures that she had earned from their fight. She didn't hold it against him - they had actually been putting in some effort. With an amused grin, she snickered. "So it would seem I owe you a prize." She shifted to shake, working off the stinging of some of the injuries and then turned to give the lion a curious expression. "And what will you claim as your prize in our little wager, Fionn?" @Fíonn

Table coding by Jolee

OOC: Told you he'd be cheeky haha :)

+5 Win a spar PATHFINDER XP

The pink titan's body thrummed with his wounds, his muscles singing their exhaustion into his ears. Two figths in a row was enough to tire even the burliest of beasts. He sat, full weight flumping into the ground, his eyes still trained upon Jewel, his wounds still oozing, his bruises freshly forming. And he felt good.

"I want to join your pride." He grinned, awaiting her reaction, "On one condition." A more serious cast shadowed his expression, "I want to join you at a rank I have power in - a rank I can defend and act for your pride with." Allying himself with Jewel felt right, like the next step - but he refused to be powerless ever again. He needed a rank which he could wield like a weapon in Jewel's name. A rank he could fight with, defend with. "I understand, you might not want to give me this, and that's fine. I'm almost still a stranger." he admitted. Fionn added something else, something cheeky to lighten the mood. He eyed her, a powerful dark creature, gemini woman, beautiful and kind. "And if you can't grant me that... I'd request a kiss." he jutted out his sore cheek bone, bruised from their first spar, eyebrows wiggling, "If you kindly would provide a winner his prize?"

Should he be lucky, he might get both....

@Jewel

There was a moment where the ebony lioness blinked, then her laughter filled the air. The female would shift and adjust so that she could shake herself one more time from the dust and filth the fight left on her hide. "Well, then I accept your proposal, Lord Fionn.. It is a fair trade indeed." She didn't mind his terms - and while the kiss threw him for a loop, the ebony female was amused nonetheless. Jewel shifted forward, debating how best to 'give' the knight his desired prize. She honestly thought of being a cheeky little dickwaffle and doing something that one would expect of a younger female.. But still - Jewel knew a prize was fairly won. The female approached and shifted closer, moving so that she could gently bump her skull up under his jaw - being that he was taller than she. Her head would shift and tilt and she made to caress his lower jaw and cheek with the warmth of her tongue before stepping back with a rather cheeky grin. "Was that satisfactory, sir fionne...or shall we try again?" There was a coy tone in the lioness's voice, a tilt to the normal notes that had the edge of a laugh though she was trying her best to be serious. @Fíonn

Table coding by Jolee

BIG PINK HEART

Her warm acceptance and joking disposition pleased him greatly, even the more primal parts he didn't oft pay attention to. And when she slid her sleek black face beath his he grew warm, accepting his reward bestowed on him.

Boyishly, he grinned, and as she pulled away he would attempt to steal another, albeit chaste upon her cheek.

"Thank you, Miss Jewel," he beamed, "I don't know if its the fight or the kiss but gods I need a rest."

He gazed at her, green eyes twinkling, and offered, "See you at the Cove?"

-fade/exit?

OOC: ofc, fion claims AO immediately after this haha so feel free to exit :)

She would grin, giving the large, pink male a nod, her expression softening when she did so. "Certainly." Jewel would stretch, wincing slightly as the pain of her wounds pulled tight across her hide. He certainly had not been pulling his punches, but that was all right - she didn't mind.. Certainly, the Cove had gained a powerful ally - though unknown to her, it would gain such an ally in a different capacity than she expected. //Exit//""

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