It had been too long since Morrigan had found a fight purely for the enjoyment of one, and the new Magnus had brought to the Brook had only served to push the Greyflood toward the Pit. She still hated to leave her family for very long now that they had finally all been reunited, but it would do no good if war came to them and she could not even defend the Brook. Morrigan had let herself slip since her fall from a crown. It was time to amend that. She padded down the slope of the familiar ring, remembering her first spar here with Magnus. It had been years ago now and much had happened since then. Yet she'd always kept her claws sharp and ready. She let out a challenging roar for someone to come and meet her here in the Pit.

@Morrigan vs. @Leander
for Dominance
o/iii
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:

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And it is Leander that answers Morrigan's call, lumbering steps taking him into the Pit once more. He has been here a fair few times since his return and the patched male now felt at ease in battle -- no longer worried about his stamina or how rusty he had become loitering back home. Mismatched gaze appraises his opponent tersely, wondering how well the inky figurine would fight. Standing before her without a word, Leander slips into comfortable defences -- limbs spread evenly, knees bent and his neck lowered. With a small nod, the Miroslav officially accepts the woman's call. "Your move."

@Morrigan

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How striking, was her first thought when the man who smelled of the Oasis answered her call and moved toward her down the edge of the Pit. A flame colored mane against stark black and white cloak. His eyes were two different colors like her own. Certainly a memorable creature, and Morrigan was always happen to get violently close to beautiful beings. "Your move," he offers and a smirk lights up the Greyflood warrior's sharp features.

Her defenses had slipped more acutely into their place when he approached, just in case he meant to deceive. Dark ears lay back against her skull and bi-colored eyes were narrowed. A creature of habit, Morrigan adjusted her balance lower to the earth and went for her usual brute force assault. She would attempt to lunge directly at her opponent, jaws opening and attempting to aim directly for his handsome left jawline.

Her own right paw would lift from the ground and attempt to swing for his right shoulder, claws extended. She would attempt to pull her punches as it were for now, waiting to see if he would do the same. Bloodshed was perfectly fine, but she didn't seek to do any sort of deep and permanent damage to such a pretty specimen unless he wanted it.

@Morrigan vs. @Leander
for Dominance
i/iii
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 17 + 14 + 1 + 19 + 9 + 8 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 5 + 16 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 6 + 14 + 15 + 20 + 13

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And move she does.

The pair move simultaneously, drawn together by the familiar buzz of battle that courses fiercely through his veins. He would be lying if he said that this did not excite the Miroslav -- as much as he claimed that any violence would be for the protection of his family, there was a thrill to it that Leander could not resist.

He drives forward, attempting to drive the bony point of his left shoulder square into Morrigan's chest. This does not dissuade the woman's teeth which now clamps square at the side of his left cheek, where flesh meets bone -- a guttural snarl released from parted jowls as her teeth slice into flesh, blood seeping from the fresh wound.

Leander attempts to snake his neck forward, opened jowls attempting to grab hold of the left side of Morrigan's neck. He feels the undeniable sting of fresh open wounds on his right shoulder, courtesy of the woman's claws -- a grimace on his expression as the scratches burn. But in the thick of battle, there is little time to dwell too long on one's injuries.

His own right paw lifts and with claws unsheathed, Leander attempts to scratch down the length of Morrigan's left forelimb.

Leander vs @Morrigan
Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 6 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 7 + 11 + 8 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 15 + 7 + 19 + 12

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As per usual Morrigan makes no effort to avoid the damage he throws at her in return and she releases a breath before it can be driven from her lungs by force just as his shoulder slams painfully into her. That would bruise badly later she is sure, but she keeps her focus on the success of her jaws, attempt to drag fangs backward and away to avoid him retaliating in the same fashion before attempting to lunge again with her fangs for the place where his left shoulder met his neck where hopefully his mane would be thinner.

Her opponent moves his own jaws lower instead and she feels powerful jaws clamp down on the left side of her muscular neck. She did not have the protection of a mane like he did though and the blood would readily seep around his grip. At nearly the same moment she felt his right claws open scours down her left forelimb. She retaliates by attempting to reaffirm a grip on his right shoulder and dig unsheathed claws deep while trying to pull her right limb back toward herself.

Morrigan needed to reason to fight other than for the thrill of it, and so far this man was providing just that, alongside significant bruising and likely lacerations as well. She'd have to remember to catch his name before they parted ways.

@Morrigan vs. @Leander
for Dominance
ii/iii
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 2 + 16 + 13 + 17 + 11 + 19 + 6 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 13 + 20 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 9 + 8 + 3 + 4 + 11

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They collide and though the shoulder charge is one aimed at emptying the oxygen from his opponent's lungs, Leander too, always finds that the knock reverberates back into his own spine from the impact. It is what battle is after all -- there was no reward without a bit of risk.

@Morrigan is successful in her bite to the spot where his head meets his neck, drawing a snarl from the male who feels her teeth tear at his skin, drawing blood that now stains his alabaster coat. Still, Leander is stubborn and he refuses to give up the grip he has on his opponent's own muscular neck, hoping to smother any attempt of an attack with the grip that he aimed to hold on to.

There is a deep slice as Morrigan pulls her right arm back towards herself, sharp claws slicing flesh as her attack is successful. The Miroslav knows full well that this would scar and that he would be limping for days, if not weeks. With the pain spurring him on, the patched male does his best to retaliate, his mind set on doing all that he can to bring her to ground.

He attempts to sling his right arm across the woman's neck and lift his weight up on to her, hoping to utilise this and his hold on her neck to bring her own weight up and over her head.

@Leander vs @Morrigan
Dominance
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 15 + 11 + 18 + 17 + 12 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 18 + 19 + 3 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 20 + 1 + 11 + 2

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Exhaustion began to creep over the Greyflood warrior's body as she grew increasingly battered, but her mismatched eyes were alight with joyful fire. Morrigan knew she had let herself get rusty, but with every hit she gave and took she felt the rust begin to fall away. She would have to remember to ask his name before they parted ways, or at the very least make a point to visit the Oasis. They weren't an enemy as far as the Greyflood was aware and they obviously held strong warriors in their ranks.

Sides heaving now as a result of her ribs being hammered previously, Morrigan is forced to pull back attempting to still drag her fangs as she released from her successful grip on her opponent's shoulder and neck area as she feels his own fangs deepen stubbornly into her unprotected neck. As she feels his arm swing over her and his weight become heavier, she would attempt to jerk back suddenly and violently, hoping to dislodge his hold while swinging her skull in her old faithful move to try and smash her head into his.

As there was really no way to see what she was doing this was simply a last hail mary to dislodge herself from her opponent gaining the upperhand in position. Otherwise she only attempts to get her own paws all back on the ground as she knows damage has already been done and if she is successful will cause more damage to herself, but still satisfied as the fight begun to wind down.

@Morrigan vs. @Leander
for Dominance
iii/iii
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 20 + 13 + 7 + 10 + 17 + 11 + 9 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 3 + 13 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 3 + 5 + 19 + 16 + 13

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He can feel the spar draw to a close and though exhausted from the abrupt output of energy and force, Leander Miroslav has enjoyed the battle. The woman was a worthy opponent and perhaps they may fight again one day. But the job is not finished and there is still one last effort to make.

@Morrigan's teeth drag through the tender flesh of his neck/shoulder region and almost in reply, Leander attempts to simply dig his own teeth in deeper, gritting his jowls with the pain that she had inflicted. But in a flash, his grip disappears, skin snapped from his jowls and from under his arm as the woman darts out from beneath him.

He aims to return his lifted limb to solid ground, hoping to even his balance though soon enough, it would appear that Morrigan was not yet done. He sees her headbutt coming a little too late, Leander attempting to turn on his left forelimb and offering up his bony right shoulder for her head butt to make impact upon, the force of her charge jarring his body and a ringing heard in his ears.

@Leander vs @Morrigan
Dominance
3/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 6 + 9 + 15 + 14 + 8 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 17 + 9 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 18 + 9 + 12 + 7

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@Morrigan VS. @Leander FOR dominance
— RESULTS —

Morrigan Hits: 3 + 6 + 5 + 1 luck = 15
Morrigan Dodges: 2 + 2 + 2 = 6

Leander Hits: 2 + 6 + 2 + 1 luck = 11
Leander Dodges: 2 + 3 + 3 = 8

Morrigan Successful Hits: 7
Leander Successful Hits: 5

MORRIGAN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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She feels his teeth sink deeper into the flesh of her neck before they are wrenched free, spraying blood in an arc in her peripherals as her skull finds not his head but his shoulder. The jarring of impact was only softened by the fact it was mostly muscle she hit, but it still rocked her. As the pair of them made their final stand before breaking apart in the bloodied Pit, Morrigan knew she had won – but only just. She would move to give the pair of them space as blood dripped from her wounds, chest still heaving when she spoke, "Impressive. Maybe I should make a visit to the Oasis soon," she would muse aloud before continuing, "Morrigan Greyflood," she introduced.

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