It'd been a while since he put his body to work. The last fight he had been in was up on those damn peaks with Violarum's arrogant daughter, and knowin' that that was the last time he felt as though he needed to partake in one today. Dun body is brought to one of the pit's edges, golden eyes scannin' around him while inky toes flex. Claws unsheathe to prick at the cold hard ground below, now covered in a thin layer of snow. A tussle would certainly warm up his body and help hone and sharpen his skills, no doubt.

Paws carry him a couple more pawsteps inward before haltin' again, this time lettin' out a deep roar to anyone that may have been near by and wantin' to partake in a dominance match. Once his call begins to echo would he settle in his defenses, ears keepin' themselves pricked in alert in case another tried to sneak up on him to begin their fight.


Lucien vs ??
for dominance
round o/iii

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(lp lion)

Ah, the pit seemed to be a frequented place for the brute since he discovered it. After all, the moment he joined a pride he spoke to about war that lingered on the horizon within Amaryllis. This had been the second pride to speak of such things, a year apart, so he could only assume that this war-mongrel nature extended the land as a whole.

He would train then. Already a soldier from his former days he knew he needed to rehone what he knew. To learn things he didn't from the lions he found here. The roar today would not go unanswered as Henrik made his way down the pit side and into the flat portion that held the caller. He was already in stance as Henrik approached. His head dipped in a casual manner to greet his chosen opponent.

They appeared an even match when it came to size and weight- or at least from what he could tell of them at the moment. He gave only a second longer for the brute to deny him the fight he so wished for before he started. Weight pushed off hind limbs to send the brute forward. Muscles pumped to cross the three lion lengths needed to try and collide his chest into the other- slightly to the right so that his left shoulder would be more centered there if the brute stood his ground.

In the moment of impact, if it came, he'd jerk his skull to the left to try and bash it into the side of the skull of the other brute.


Henrik vs. @Lucien
dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 8 + 11 + 9 + 17 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 13 + 1 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 18 + 1 + 14 + 17

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

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Ears catch sound of disturbance, causin' for his attention to be drawn in its direction. From there, Lucien watches as the feathered marked lion cleared the space and made himself known that he would be the cowboy's opponent today. Givin' a nod of his own, body tenses as narrowed eyes watch the other barrel toward him. He sees two options: attempt to move out of the way just enough so that he wasn't hit full on, or to stay put and absorb that impact and pain and turn it into adrenaline and fuel to keep the fire burnin' longer. Long claws grip into the ground tightly as he braced himself for impact, shoulders rollin' forward to help cushion the blow however they could.

Lucien takes in a deep breath before left shoulder meets the center of his chest, feelin' the push of the male's weight on his own body. It causes him to stumble back a paw step or two but able to keep his balance. The area where the bone hit his chest began to pulsate with a dull pain; no doubt it would leave him feelin' sore the next several days. As a right forepaw lifts itself into the air, he feels the hard impact of the slammin' of the other's skull into his own right side. It causes for Lucien to lose track of his current movement only briefly, lettin' out a snarl. Adrenaline would work in attempts to dullen the headache that was sure to follow and keep it at bay - for now, anyways. Right paw continues on its path then, attemptin' to lash itself out toward his opponent's left side, aimin' for the left shoulder and lower neck area. He were attemptin' to curl his claws into the flesh while shovin' out his right shoulder in an attempt to shoulder check the other.


Lucien vs @Henrik
for dominance
round o/iii
hits

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 19 + 13 + 1 + 5 + 16 + 20

dodges

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 19 + 13 + 20

luck

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 13 + 6 + 1 + 11

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Flesh collided with flesh in a sound that any would surely hear in the current vicinity. Immediately his shoulder aches from the impact- part of the breath he had taken had been released in a rush. His head had flung and made contact as well. Though he wasn't sure it was the wisest of his decisions at the current moment as his head buzzed from the hard knock.

In his momentarily dazed after-effect, he failed to see the lift of the paw. It grabbed into the fleshy shoulder found toward the thinner portion of his mane. Claws reach past the hairs and begin to dig into the skin. A snarl was ripped from his throat. Legs locked his bulk into place as his opponent shoved his own shoulder into his right one. It'd jar his already bruised front and slide him a step backward despite his preparedness.

His own left paw would lift, strained against the grip it had on him so he chose to go for a lower portion of the brute. Paw would attempt to curl claws into the leg just above the ankle and try to give it a good yank while returning the force given to his other shoulder.

Henrik vs. @Lucien
dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 15 + 16 + 6 + 2 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 9 + 8 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 1 + 3 + 9 + 12

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

code by corvus

His right paw lands its mark, his claws sinkin' into the area where the mane was thinner than the rest by his opponent's left shoulder. While they were embedded into the skin, Lucien would try to keep them hooked as long as he could while right paw swiped downward toward the ground. His left shoulder bought him a sliver of space between the two as it pushed into the man, and as his right paw came back to the ground would he feel the snakin' of a paw around his left ankle. His opponent's claws sank into the thin skin there, the sting instant.

A tug would then be felt, causin' for him to lose his balance on his left foreleg and stumble back closer to the lion, their small space gone once again and the cowboy grateful that his right paw had made it back to the ground when it did. But he would take this in stride, jaws partin' and attemptin' to snap at the man's right side. He were aimin' for somewhere on the face, but would have been happy to have it land anywhere in that general vicinity. Lucien's tail would lash out behind him, helpin' to keep him as balanced as he could while he attempted to try to wiggle his left paw away and reground itself.


Lucien vs @Henrik
for dominance
round ii/iii
hits

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 14 + 3 + 4 + 7 + 16 + 19

dodges

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 13 + 17 + 11

luck

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 15 + 8 + 16 + 3

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The cold of winter did little to stop the temperature that rose within from the fight that continued. Their close contact limited their range for attacks, which he preferred. He didn't want to allow room for a big move. Claws raked down from their point on his shoulder. Another snarl unfurled at the feel of his flesh that tore. It wasn't too bad, but it was enough to cause blood to leak to the surface of the wounds.

His own paw had managed to hook the left ankle of his opponent as intended. His jerk caused the brute to stagger forward the few inches they had managed to part. His extended claws attempted to sink further into the ankle to try and keep their hold, even as teeth lashed out at his face- landed on the right side around the back of his jaw with some mane to go with it. He had kept his ears drawn back to avoid them getting ripped off.

In a last-ditch effort to turn it in his favor, he'd try to yank his left paw- if his hold held around his opponent's, toward his chest as he forced his skull more into the jaws of the other in hopes to cause some sort of strain on the bite to his face.

Henrik vs. @Lucien
dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 17 + 9 + 2 + 7 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 14 + 10 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 12 + 11 + 6 + 20

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

code by corvus

Jaws connected successfully on the right side of his opponent's face, feelin' both skin and mane now in his grip. Lucien would attempt to bite down to try to sink fangs a little more into the skin around the lower jaw area, but while he did this he would feel the pressure of the other pushin' his skull forward and into the bite. It made the dun man feel a bit confused, tryin' to figure out just what the other was tryin' to accomplish, and while that was happenin' he would also feel the yank at his left front paw where his opponent still had it in his grasp. Claws dug deeper into the thin skin and would bring out a muffled snarl, Lucien still attemptin' to jerk his left paw free and bring it back toward the ground if he was able to.


Lucien vs @Henrik
for dominance
round iii/iii
hits

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 16 + 10 + 15 + 12 + 7 + 6

dodges

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 3 + 12 + 5

luck

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 9 + 19 + 11 + 2

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@Henrik VS. @Lucien FOR dominance
— RESULTS —

Henrik Hits: 3 + 3 + 2 + 3 luck = 11
Henrik Dodges: 1 + 0 + 3 = 4

Lucien Hits: 5 + 3 + 4 + 5 luck = 17
Lucien Dodges: 3 + 4 + 2 = 9

Henrik Successful Hits: 2
Lucien Successful Hits: 13

LUCIEN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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It would seem that he would be unable to falter the balance of his opponent. Teeth sunk deeper into the flesh of his face even as he kept his grip on the ankle he had captured previously.

There is irritation and defeat that rose in his chest. With a snarl, he aimed to rip away from the brute before any further damage would be done. He didn't need his face gnawed off, after all. His own grip loosened until he had one no longer. Blood splattered on the ground as he spits away from the brute. ""Fair enough."" He could accept his defeat as he gave a nod.

@Lucien

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I hear the war raging all around me; Somehow I feel like I was born for this

I can taste the fear but I choose courage

code by corvus

Lucien felt the forceful jerk of his opponent, ears catchin’ the snarl that released him. He could only take this as him bein’ declared the winner, and instantly he would release his hold on the other. Tongue rasps across his lips to rid of any blood while he began to work on regainin’ normal breathin’, sides heavin’ in and out. “Yer a good brawler.” The man was able to keep Lucien workin’ hard, and it was exactly what he wanted. Givin’ himself a good shake, golden eyes would glance around them before refocusin’ on the other before him. “Name’s Lucien.” After he introduced himself would he give the other enough time to reciprocate introductions (if he wanted to, that is) before turnin’ to take his leave. He wanted to find a cool pool of water to help ease the stings of his wounds.
exit Lucien.

@Henrik

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