Maia was a lioness that believed in the equality of gender and the significance of freedom - she longed to live within a peninsula that prides itself on the equality that it breathes. But, it appeared as though Amaryllis was not the peninsula of her dreams as she lunged into battle to defend the rights and freedom of the rogue that she had discovered. There was a sickness sitting in the bottom of her stomach as she realized that Alaric was expecting - no, encouraging - the desire for a battle which would result in bloodshed. It angered her, how a man could be so ignorant and arrogant all at the same time. The ashen lioness lunged forward despite the differences in their sizes. She hoped that because of his larger frame, he would be less agile, his movements slow and heavy whilst hers would be agile and light due to her small build. But alas: she could dream. Her left shoulder missed its mark and instead smashed against his own left shoulder. He was heavier than she, and so when he pushed his weight forward to shove her backwards, Maia had little swaying decision on this happening. Her claws dig into the ground beneath her for traction and for some sort of purchase, very much aware that he could crush her if he so desired. She was pleased to feel her claws, which belonged to her right paw, find a purchase against the skin that protected his flank. She is enthralled to see the crimson liquid she knows so well as blood seep from his wounds. But alas: her ear is nipped as a result of his teeth finding grip - his original aim is unsuccessful, due to her lunging action, which caused Maia to be shoved backwards. An anger began to brew in her stomach as the fight got underway, and so Maia would attempt to shift her weight to her left, attempting to lunge toward the wheat male and find purchase against his neck, specifically the fatty and loose tissue that protected his jugular. She hoped to find grip. She would not let this lioness perish to patriarchy. Simultaneously, Maia would attempt to use her left paw, claws unsheathed, and raise it away from the ground, attempting to push it forward and dig her claws into Alaric's right shoulder, to find some purchase against his flesh. Maia vs. Alaric for Meliae Round two of three Hits: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 20 + 6 + 17 + 19 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 8 + 14 + 9 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 11 + 3 + 2 + 13 + 20

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The rest of the world faded, his focus narrowed to just this fight. Each breath, each flex of muscle, every tear of flesh -- he lived for this. His teeth found a brief purchase in the skin of her ear but it was jerked abruptly away - a side-effect of his own retaliating shove. His opponent was quick to recover (and he could not help but admire her drive) throwing her small form back at him again.

This time she approaches from nearly dead center, her teeth flashing and aiming for his neck. He has time to prepare, if only a half of a second, and scurries back a few strides away from the approaching female. Her teeth, thus, would snap shut shy of his flesh, tearing no more than a mouthful of mane from his body.

And he grinned and flexed his claws and lifted his right leg from the ground in response to the flash of her own (second) attack. Alaric attempts to intercept her, to snag her left paw with the sharp claws of his right and slam it back to the ground, seeking to use gravity and momentum in his favor.

Simultaneously he again attempted to snag her with his teeth, snapping his head forward and aiming for the right ear where it attached to her skulll -- expecting her head to be naturally lower than his after she had tried to bite his neck.


Alaric vs @Maia
for Meliae
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 12 + 7 + 5 + 20 + 3 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 10 + 13 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 11 + 1 + 2 + 6

Despite her pregnancy, there was no denying that she did love the thrill of battle. There was a sense of pride that simmered within her, knowing that she was fighting for something that she believed in. There was no doubt in her mind that she was a lioness filled with determination, so when her teeth snapped shy of her mark and instead only pulled away a mouthful of mane, she had to admit that she was disappointed. His size was a disadvantage - he was much stronger than her, and so when he reached out to slam her left paw back to the ground, he was successful. Alaric's claws dig into the thin flesh that covers her paw, his weight and momentum forcing her to put it back on the ground. The pain seared through her veins, and she would not be surprised if her left paw would end up broken in the brawl. Maia attempted to pull her paw away from the grasp of her opponent, knowing that if successful, more damage would be done. Doing this meant that she had been distracted, and so when Alaric's teeth had found a good grip on her right ear, she couldn't help but grumble in pain. Maia prayed to the Gods - to Maua - that he did not rip it off, because she needed it. Admittedly the Sovereign was a little stuck in what attack she could do here - so with nothing more than blind hope, the Tolkien raised her right paw, claws unsheathed, and attempted to swing toward Alaric's head - hoping to hit anything in a last ditch attempt to get him to let the fuck go. If she happened to hit an eye, well - she wouldn't complain. Maia vs. @Alaric for @Meliae Round three of three Hits: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 2 + 6 + 11 + 14 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 14 + 3 + 2 + 7 + 15 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 5 + 19 + 12 + 7 + 20

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and maybe, for a second, he thinks he has pushed too hard.

it is the force that her paw hits the ground that gives him pause -- he might be a vicious creature but he knows well when to ease off. she is small, and though he knows nothing of her pregnancy he has little desire to maim a female for fighting the good fight. whether or not @Meliae would be his it was no reason to ruin her.

so when she pulls her paw away he lets it go, lifting his enough to release it. preoccupied by his grasp on her ear he is not quick enough to dodge her claws, and then scrape down the side of his face through more than a few layers of skin. it bleeds immediately but it is no life threatening wound, just enough to sting and cause a hiss to press through his clenched teeth.

he retaliates out of instinct, bringing up the right paw that had released her left and swiping towards the leg, attempting to pull it out from under her and drop her to the ground. it is a less vicious attack, meant only to unseat her and put an end to this foolishness.


Alaric vs @Maia
for Meliae
3/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 13 + 12 + 8 + 17 + 11 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 7 + 8 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 3 + 4 + 12 + 10

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MAIA VS. ALARIC FOR MELIAE
— RESULTS —

Maia Hits: 3 + 4 + 3 + 2 luck = 12
Maia Dodges: 3 + 1 + 2 = 6

Alaric Hits: 5 + 2 + 5 = 12
Alaric Dodges: 1 + 2 + 2 = 5

Maia Successful Hits: 7
Alaric Successful Hits: 6

MAIA HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MELIAE!

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MATURE LANGUAGE USE Maia is silently thankful that @Alaric lets go of her paw when he does: hairline fractures is what he leaves behind. She knew that Jafar would not be pleased with her injury, but she would rather that than witness an innocent lioness claimed into a pride against her will. Her claws are successful in their aim and there is pride glowing within her chest when she sees blood gush from his face. A sickening grin appears on her features, the adrenaline searing through her veins. She stumbles at Alaric's right paw, his motion causing her to lose some balance and pull away, releasing all hold she had on the male. Enough. She snaps, her ears pinning against her skull as her blackened lips pull back in a snarl. She gets to choose. You can fuck off. The Sovereign spits, fiery eyes watching the Oasis Gentry carefully. Her sides are heaving, but she is grateful for her success, despite the pain that was beginning to pulsate through her veins. Turning to @Meliae, she offered the lioness a gentle smile. You are free to choose which home you go to. If you want, you can go with this brute to the Oasis, or you can come with me and @Jewel to the Mire. I can assure you that you will be much safer there and not taken advantage of. Maia explains as she gathers her breath and looks briefly to her Noble. Whatever the rogue's choice, Maia would support: the same could not be said for Alaric.

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She would rise to her feet as the fight came to a close, shifting to put herself into a position to protect @Maia should @Alaric try to take revenge for the loss if the lioness. Her gaze filtering between the pair as the battle scarred noblewoman stood on the precipice of fight and relaxation. Should things go amicably she would make sure that maia returned to her mate safely, though should blood fly it would not be the silver queen digging tooth and claw into the male but the dark woman . STill jewel trusted that he would rise the loss with honor and go his own way.""

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just as quickly as he rises to a fury he is bored of it -- his desire to not maim the woman putting an end to his need to conquer. instead he steps back with a sneer, his gaze slipping momentarily to the one they had fought over. "not worth it," he mutters. his venomous gaze slips one more time over the other two before it turns away, clearly dismissing their presence as he turns to make his way home. empty pawed perhaps, but he couldn't be bothered to care. he would return another day and perhaps then he would not be challenged. -exit-

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Maia can do nothing but snort at the arrogance of @Alaric, and shook her head at his attitude. He was like a spoilt child, growing quickly bored in something when he wasn't getting his own way. She watched as he turned to leave, and it was at that moment that the woman was able to relax a little more, pain now ebbing away since the adrenaline had lowered.

The Queen looked to the rogue she had fought for, and offered her a smile. The choice is yours where you go. If you wish to come to the Mire, please come to our borders and ask for me. If you'll excuse me - I need to tend to these wounds. And with a dip of her crown and a brief look at @Jewel, Maia turned to depart back home.

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