Asbjørn felt the pull and tear of tendon ss well as the hot trickle of blood as it mercilessly drained from his body. He released the red woman, both by her head and by his claws. The thought to yank his arm free did cross his mind. But he wasn't quite brave enough to risk the immense damage that could easily result from such a move. Her armed paw reached for his ear. Snagging in and painfully ripping a notch into it when he simultaneously pulled back.

His free arm rose, fell and attempted to drag claws down the side of her face in retaliation. Eyes squinting to keep clear the blood that dripped from the fresh wound above.

Asbjørn v @Arcania ♔
Minor Maim
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 15 + 3 + 20 + 16 + 8 + 5 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 10 + 15 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 1 + 15 + 11

Pride Tier 4 Perk (+1 Dodge)
Lead Fighter Perk: (+1 Hit) when fighting on your pride territory

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

Glory and fame

Blood is our name

Lilac gaze continued to dart from battle to battle. Something inside of her screamed and roared, made her claws unsheathe and flex against the softer ground, digging into it. Muscles shifted as something within her searched for the perfect target. Yet she sat there, subdued, tamed, watching each moment tick by as if she didn't have a stake in any of this. An outsider looking in.

But she wasn't alone, the voice of the other female reminded her. They were both just observers as battles began before they could move. So many battles and all they could do was sit and watch.

Pointed ears twitched slightly and with a toss of her head, so fluid and graceful, she let her mane fall away from her face, partially obstructed vision cleared. "I mean, he's bigger...but that also means his mass can hinder him against someone smaller." With a soft exhale, she returned her focus to the biggest fight, the most important. "I...think she has more experience that benefits her. But I suppose either could win." What more could she say? She was new, right? So it wasn't like she would know all that much. "I'm Alleria, by the way." A quiet introduction to @Taraji, a small smile given.

+20 Fabricate and use a second identity (Thread 1 of 3)
+5 Practice covering your scent (moss, trees and forest plants)
+5 Tell a lie without being caught

Her claws are coated in Wolfsbane - effects include disabling nerves, lowering blood pressure and/or cardiac irregularities

code by corvus

A low chuckle bubbled out of him as she jerked away, even as it pulled him forward directly into her head smashing into his. The sound of his laugh cut off at the impact in an "oof", briefly seeing stars, but there was still dark amusement on his features until her paw caught him across the nose. His eyes watered involuntarily from the sting, the scent of his own blood now filling his nostrils, and he scowled deeply at her audacity in smacking him in the face. Du Schlampe, he snarled, because that of everything else that had happened during their fight was unforgivable, it seemed. He lifted his right front paw, attempting to bring it down on her face from above, claws out with the desire to sink into her flesh. There was murder in his eyes, a far cry from what could easily look to an outside as a house cat attempting to bop another on the head with its paw. Everick vs. @Nazara for Minor Maim Round 4 / 4 Hits: Rolling 4d20: 3 + 17 + 9 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 10 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 10 + 20 + 7 + 18

ART AND CODE BY SHAZ

The battle seemed to still for a moment as her blow landed and the other woman simply... didn't react. Not immediately, anyway. Enough time for Heloise's expression to begin to shift to concern until the woman whirled on her, her claws slicing furrows down her shoulder and chest that stung, yes, but not nearly as much as she expected. Not with the ferocity the boys were fighting with beside them. Which was fine, really. Heloise wasn't there to maul anyone, and would have found irony in the fact that they were both medics in the middle of battle with one another.

So she too pulled her metaphorical punches and reached out with her right front paw, attempting to plant it on the woman's chest and shove. She wanted to push her back, though whether she just wanted her away from her or away from the fight in general, Heloise wasn't exactly sure.

@Lathan @Freja vs. @Colsun Heloise
for Freja
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 8 + 12 + 13 + 10 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 8 + 9 + 15 + 16 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 1 + 16 + 3 + 4 + 20

More and more he felt nearer to completely collapsing. Not just using gravity to help pin her down, but free-falling, all dead weight, and passing out. Lights out for her to do as she wished. There wasn't much more of this he could take. His grip on her paw was weak and she was free to flex it, claws puncturing his muzzle. So weak and there was too much strength in the woman beneath him to truly restrict any of her movement. He released the paw, unable to hold on any longer, just as her fangs came flying up.

White hot pain. Black was beginning to tunnel his vision; tears doing the rest to obscure the world around him. Though now, half his view was the inside of the woman's mouth. Teeth began to dig in above and below his eye, locked into the flesh. He reared back onto his haunches and attempted to grab her head and yank her away, willing the pain to cease.

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@Matthieu vs @Astarte
Major Maim - Single Eye Removal (Partial Blinding)
Round 4 / 4

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 17 + 9 + 12 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 14 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 6 + 14 + 15 + 2 + 7

ooc note: I am purposefully lowering Matti's dice by -1/-1 due to an IC poisoning.

art by muuland, code by lars

She feels it, the shift of power - of who was going to come on top in the end. Her mind blocks out the pain and the blows, adrenaline at its peak performance, as Isla gives her opponent a hard thrust off and away from her. Dual colored eyes are narrowed upon him, but she stands there for a few moments and says nothing. She wanted him to sit in the silence between them to soak up what the reality was: that he had lost.

"You sided with cowards and that is why you lost today." Her voice is leveled, loud enough above the cacophony but only enough for him to hear her. Tail lashes behind her, body still in its defensive stance as she watches him for a few moments longer. "I'd get the fuck out if I were you." After she speaks, the Queen spits at the man's feet, a true sign of disgust. Without another look or thought she turns, now assessing the full situation, gaze shifting to look at the many fights that were still raging on. She notices @Morrigan against a lion Isla knew was a Rike, @Cassandra was locked with Icefang ( a pity Isla couldn't sink her own teeth into the hag's neck), @Colsun fighting his own battle with @Heloise by his side. @Matthieu seemed to be in a gruesome fight, as well.

Taking in a deep inhale of breath to help regain normal breathing, Isla releases a deafening roar, one that shows she had been victorious and still reigns. "Scilla! Allies! Either chase them out or kill them!" The steady blood loss was beginning to affect her now, causing for the Greyflood woman to take in a shaky breath as she began to make her way over toward where @Rheta, @Rhea, @Güelle and @Fairytale. "Rheta. Rhea," Isla greets them as she is close, ears twisting back a bit as the pain slowly began to ooze its way through, "I could use your assistance." But she wasn't going to leave, not yet. She needed to see this, the war, through to its end.

KNEEL BEFORE ME

CODE / ART BY RABBIT

Surprise, you little large shit . Was she interrupting something? Maybe, but she didn't care. This place had become a free-for-all and she was ready for some fun. Muscles bunched as she landed before making her last leap and she noticed out of the corner of her eye the forward movement of one of the lionesses towards her target. Too late.

She grunted at the force of impact. Despite her momentum, he remained annoyingly upright and with enough senses to bring his paw whirling around at her head. As she made to wrap her arms around his shoulders, claws pierced the skin of her temple. She didn't fight its trajectory and attempted to move with the force of his blow and let it take her towards his right side where she then thrust forward, aiming for his neck with open jaws.

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@Noemi vs @Nikandr
Minor Maim
Round 2 / 4

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 15 + 9 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 6 + 14 + 10 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 16 + 20 + 19 + 6 + 14

ooc: fight started before wounded roll received

code by scorpixia♡︎

The truth being what it was, Guelle was absolutely terrified as he rolled into the dirt. At the very least he had gotten whoever it was off of his back but it had left his Leonie and Rhea suspectible. So in his own adrenaline-infused state he was quick on his feet and pivoted around, only as he turned she was already on her way to him and closer than he had anticipated. Guelle holds his ground as she makes the distance — he'd like to say that he held his ground because it would keep her farther away from his mother and friend but really he just didn't know what else to do — and her paw was reaching for his left shoulder and subsequently her mouth with it.

While the moderate scratches he was suddenly enduring to his shoulder were harsh, and the teeth to his shoulder made him feel a burning anger inside of his soul, with his opponent's head occupied he made the attempt to grab whatever piece of flesh he could garner within his own teeth and continued to try to keep himself upright and balanced.

Güelle vs. @Cressida
for Minor Maim
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 14 + 20 + 2 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 13 + 5 + 11 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 5 + 8 + 12 + 20

i ii iii iv

SL Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade = paladin, 1 extra dodge)

ART • CODE

TRIGGER WARNING !!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Reti is showing his full nature - Violence. Gore. Bloodlust. Cannibalism

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His target notices Reti's approach but it does not inspire even a moments hesitation let alone doubt. This was not unexpected. It was anticipated.
More experienced warriors had a tendency to be on highest alert surrounded by chaos, and Reti had no doubt his opponent was quite experienced indeed. That made this all the more satisfying.

Recoil shuddered down his frame at the impact of his shoulder as it drove into the other lion's ribs, the reverb dispersing down his limbs and fading into the background of adrenaline. His own shoulder would bruise some, this becoming noticeable later, even if bloodlust kept him from taking note in the heat of battle.

Reti feels his fangs find the meat of his opponents left shoulder, fangs slicing into skin seeking the blossoming of crimson. He wanted it. No. The wickedness within lay deeper than want for a meer taste.

He NEEDED it. To drink deep. To rend. To lay waste. To reduce to a pitiful tattered mockery of prior form. This - was his truth.

There was no need to hide it any longer.

Reti attempted to bare down into the shoulder muscle hard, trying to sink all four long canines in deep before attempting to steadily tear backwards and tuck his chin slightly - the powerful muscles at the hinges of his jaw and face along with the bunched muscles of his neck put into full use.

Reti wanted to peal flesh like overripe fruit, split the skin and draw free strips of brown fur and red flesh like bark from a dying tree. He salivated, tongue tingling seeking after that first taste of nectar - to get that initial hint of his targets vital essence, a sip of the soul. The first taste was almost as precious as the last drop.

Reti's claws found flesh, a bloom of satisfaction. Reti did not seek to replace his right front paw just yet, instead he attempted to twist his right fore paw at the wrist, aiming to turn the claws upwards facing and attempted to slam them up against his target's underbelly and attempted to yank backwards towards himself and the ground.

Assaults were also occurring against his own person, and Reti would pay his debt of flesh for this twisted dance. After all, what was the saying about vengeance and two graves?

Fangs would sink into black and bronze home, finding a path past the fur and layer of fat - and starting to burry into the tensed and tough muscle of his upper-back a little behind his left shoulder area. A kiss of fire. Deep black velvet rumble erupts from his formerly silent chest, two parts deep growl, one part muffled chuckle.

Claws sliced into the fur and flesh also into the a portion of his upper back on the left side, blood blossomed against the bronze flame licked back. The metallic scent joining a dizzying bouquet of various wine vintages already on display. The corners of his otherwise still occupied maw twisted upwards beneath narrowed eyes. They had just begun.

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Reti vs. @Gauthier
Minor Maim (TBD)
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 7 + 15 + 11 + 14 + 5 + 20 + 2 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 11 + 5 + 14 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 5

Rolling barbarianberserk 1d30: 2
Look out! You have gone berserk! (+1 to hit roll for the next round of your fight)

code by corvus

Impact! His opponent's snarl sings in Kaos's flattened ears. He doesn't feel bad. After all...show up to a war... expect to find yourself in combat right? He was still playing 'nice' after all, no shot at the family jewels or attempt to slice tendons or tear tail free - this was practically roughhousing.

His opponent moves to tear free and Kaos attempts to take a small step backwards and to his own left attempting to use the motion of his opponent and the movement of the backstep to rend any flesh his fangs might have previously have grasped (if any).

Kaos attempts to replace his right front paw back to the earth, then attempts to lift his left foreleg and attempts to slash at the backside of his target's left front leg .

His opponents own claws slash bloody gashes, crimson lines into Kaos's left front shoulder. Eyes narrowed a fraction more as the pain hit, ears flattened more firmly, his tail tucked tightly over his bits.

Shit! Ow! Ok, he had that coming. No complaints against the other, give a hit, get a hit right? Still how the HELL did his father enjoy this shit? Fighting was cool yes. But the appeal of pain? Nah. Not really his jam. Still necessary evil he guessed - if you want the thrill of the fight you had to deal with the sting of the damage!

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Kaos vs. @Vukasin
Dominance / War
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 19 + 9 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 16 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 12 + 5 + 19 + 16

code by corvus