As the fight wound down to its end, Morrigan had accepted that experience had won the day again. As she felt Petra's fangs slip into the scruff she would accept her defeat and try to break away, lungs heaving but expression lit up with the thrill of a good fight. "A rank well earned, @Petra. We'll have to do that again some time," she offered the lioness, as she was always eager to get more practice in. Especially with someone who had proven to be her equal or better.

Not the mention the obvious perk of wrestling with a beautiful woman... but that wasn't something that needed said aloud. Still, Morrigan didn't hide the admiration on her face as she complimented the new Gentry. @Sanson had claimed his rank as well, but it remained to be seen if he wished to fight his mother for the practice. If he did, Morrigan would linger for that as well, wishing to know her members the same way Magnus and Nadia had. She might not have experience on her side yet but that could only be helped by surrounding herself with it now.

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Waiting he saw his mother and one of the Queens. But at the end no one showed up to contest his claim. Disappointment took over his face. He wanted to prove himself, but without no one going against him he wouldn't be able. Then @Morrigan suggested he could fight any of the two. At first he opposed to the idea of fighting his mother, of course he would never hurt her, at least not intentionally. He wasn't two years old yet but he could still do damage and he knew it from his last fight. If he went to fight today against his mother, he of course wouldn't feel like going into full force, wishing to go easy on her and taking a deep breath he looked at the dark lioness. "Ill fight you, but I promise not to lay a claw over you." He assured before then starting his assault by going to Jewel's left aiming to wrap both paws around her shoulders, of course with his claws not going out of their skin pockets, and then attempting to bite softly into her scruff. Sanson vs. @Jewel Challenge Type: For Barony Rounds: 1/3 Hits: Rolling 4d20: 5 + 8 + 13 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 8 + 20 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 17 + 2 + 6 + 11 + 18

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[OOC: Sorry - I've been largely struggling to log into ama .. I totally missed this one
The ebon woman chuckld, shaking her head and giving herself a good shake to loosen muscles and fluff out what coat she had. She knew that @Sanson was a kind child - adult or not.. and just as he had no intentions of hurting her, she had no intentions of hurting him. The pale lion lunged, and she would attempt to brace herself, spreading her weight across all four limbs.

Sansons jaws closed on her scruff - but as he was trying not to cause damage, she merely felt the pressure of his bite. His paws wrapping around her shoulders. Jewel would attempt to snake her front left limb out and try to hook it around his back leg. She remained with sheathed claws,


"Jewel" -vs- "Sanson"
-for-
"Barony"
-Round-
"1" -of- "3"

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 13 + 10 + 9 + 20 + 6 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 6 + 10 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 10 + 14 + 5 + 18

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"Speech"

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Parvati watched the interchange of blows. They couldn't tell whether it was more or less savage. Couldn't read the intent of the fighters, though they suspected this was supposed to a 'friendly' match. But how could anyone tell? There were wounds just the same but they weren't as severe as the ones they had seen, even from a distance, during the fight between the old king and the new Avaneira. That was a relief. And furthermore, the main healer (as they thought of him) wasn't here; perhaps he knew this was not something that would lead to major injury. Parvati still watched with trepidation, in case something terrible happened, but it seemed to not. They untensed as the main fighters parted.

Green eyes flicked to another fight, this one very obviously harmless. Perhaps too intimate and personal for them to be watching. It was basically family wrestling family and Parvati felt out of place, and also agitated. They ducked their head. "Al-all... seems good here," they muttered and took an irish farewell.

-exit

+5 Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds

Morrigan settled in to watch as Sanson and Jewel began their own spar with each other. It was impossible not to find herself imagining her own spar with her daughter and son, and the others she might have one day with their younger children. At least those who enjoyed battle. She felt pride as she watched, every day feeling her roots reach deeper into the soft white sands of the Cove. She could never claim to feel the same way about Caladan as the Valour did about Vermeda, but it certainly had given meaning to the word home for the first time. exit morrigan via watching

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