To have to fight his little brother was something he hadn't quite expected but he certainly didn't mind it. In fact, it felt rather good to be able to let his familial frustrations out on @Tripfire. The guy probably didn't deserve it but Mithros had had too long to truly weigh in on his strengths as a Dieudonne and it was a good time to test his mettle. Jaws clamped quickly over his muzzle which would surely leave some minor puncture wounds on an an otherwise thick skinned area but it also drew a steady amount of blood with it. Trip's claws coming up to scrape across his face and leave several moderate lacerations while Mithros attempted to throw his own weight by attempting to smash the claws on his right front paw down Trip's left front leg and down to the paw, where he would then attempt to lay his claws into the tops of his brother's paw.

Mithros vs. Tripfire
for Dominance
2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 1 + 19 + 14 + 5 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 19 + 5 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 18 + 4 + 8 + 15

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It took him a few minutes to get his bearings, to understand who was fighting who, and who was left over to challenge. Amara was there, and if he wanted to keep impressing her, he needed to show her his fighting moves.

But the beast wouldn't dare challenge her. He didn't feel like he held the place in the pride or had the confidence in his value to the pride yet. Someday, perhaps, he could pull a bold move like that, but not today. He was still so new and hadn't proved himself yet.

Ice-colored eyes scanned the bodies that gathered, and he found one. A loudly-colored lion with a half-mane. Caelum wasn't certain on his name, but he thought it started with a G. Gregor? Grant?

Caelum fixated his eyes on @Ryker and chuffed at him, challenging him to a dominance match. There was no going easy here; Caelum could already tell. Amara wanted to smell blood in the air, and so, he'd give her some blood.

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Caelum vs. @Ryker
for Dominance
Move zero of three

OOC: I picked one of yall at random <3

Potential XP:
barbarian
+10 Participate in a group training event
+5 Complete a spar or fight
+5/+10 - Lose/win a spar or fight

outlaw
+5 Complete a spar or fight
+5 Practice speed or strength

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An ear flicked to @Amara as she arrived, and answered his question, and Ryker hummed in acknowledgment. Training was useful, he supposed, but on a more entertaining note an exercise like this gave him ample excuse to draw blood. Although, among the beasts of the bluffs, little excuse seemed necessary for violence most days.

When they were invited to select a partner, he would rise, and spare a moment to stretch while considering who to target. There were few larger than himself, and so it was a puzzle as to who might make him look impressive by losing. After a few seconds he did note that none seemed to turn their focus toward Amara herself. Well now, that just wouldn't do! Surely the leader could use a little training to?

With a smirk, he'd turn his attention to the dark woman, fully prepared to start without warning - only to find his focus demanded by another. Ears flicked back as the stranger called him, challenged him, and his smirk turned more predatory. Okay.

Ryker was rarely one to posture and observe the more 'polite' rules of a spar, facing off and ensuring an opponent was ready. A real fight didn't tend to work that way, after all. So there would be very little in terms of preparation before engaging, all defenses would slip easily into place as he turned and charged toward the man.

He aimed to come from the front and slightly to @Caelum's left, jaws falling open as fangs sought to sink into the muscle of the man's left shoulder. His right forepaw would come up as well, attempting to hook his claws into the back of the man's left forelimb, at the back of the wrist, and pull toward himself. The hope being to wound the man in a way that made it harder and more uncomfortable to flex that wrist properly.

Ryker vs. @Caelum
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 7 + 19 + 11 + 4 + 20 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 17 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 12 + 6 + 16 + 4

pride tier bonus: +1 hit (lvl 1 barbarian)

I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

Fighting my way through the sins of the street I'm feeling psycho, psycho Where did my mind go? Biting my tongue and I'm loading my gun Back to the wind, better run, better run I'm feeling crazy, crazy Go 'head and make me It's the life that I can't escape, can't walk away There's blood in the ocean And I'm losing focus I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

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He wondered if it'd work the same as it did with he and Xerxes fight, the day he had asked to live here. Ryker found him through the crowd, and the two met in their own clearing of the training ground. With no one in their immediate space, they could go at it - and they did.

Ryker wasted absolutely no time coming to Caelum, and the man sought to sink his teeth into Caelum's shoulder. The two were too close; the bite landing was inevitable, but Caelum wouldn't make it easy for him. As Ryker's teeth met the skin of his shoulder, Caelum attempted to shoulder the man's face with an opposing force. Of course, the bite hurt, and he could feel something dripping down from it - it could've been blood or it could've been drool. The flesh grew tender there, especially with four teeth poking through it, especially now being shoved towards the other's face.

One of Ryker's paws hooked Caelum's wrist, and pulled his left paw out from under him. Luckily, this wasn't enough to topple him, but the man's claws left a deep cut just between his paw pad and dew claw. It was not feeling nice.

Using the strength of his back legs, Caelum reared and attempted to swing a powerful, clawed punch for the man's obnoxiously-colored head.

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Caelum vs. @Ryker
Dominance
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 12 + 20 + 15 + 5 + 14 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 17 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 9 + 16 + 2 + 5

Pride Tier Bonus: +1 hit (Level 1 Barbarian)

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The purpose of the meeting is soon made clear, and quickly, a pale lioness she had yet to formally meet stepped up to the plate. She could have fooled Charax as a fighting woman, for her sizeable form and the growl of challenge. Though, as Charax swivels to face the woman front-on, she cannot help that she will inadvertently hold back. Training was, at the end of the day, nothing like true battle.

The clay lioness will attempt to drive forward, seeking to feign an attack on Lycaonia's left shoulder. Yet, trying to use her smaller size to her advantage, will attempt to duck beneath the woman's chin and try to bite at her tender neck-fat where throat meets breast. The target is central, yet Charax aims to approach vaguely from the white lionesses right.

Charax vs. @Lycaonia
Dominance - Round 1 of 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 15 + 1 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 7 + 6 + 19 + 5 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 9 + 7 + 6 + 18

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Fangs met their mark and his jaws clenched, trying to secure a hold even as his jaw was shoved back by the other man's own shove - a move that would catch up with him later once the straining muscles had a chance to become properly sore. Claws also met their mark, but didn't seem to be as effective as he'd hoped.

No matter; as the dark man reared, Ryker attempted to lunge forward and topple his opponent, trying to knock him entirely onto his right side while his balance was compromised. Keeping his head so close to the other's shoulder would leave the 'punch' landing at the side of his neck rather than his head, but the claws would still do their damage and Ryker could feel the invigorating sting that signaled freshly opened and bloodied flesh.

Ryker vs. @Caelum
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 13 + 1 + 7 + 18 + 10 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 18 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 15 + 2 + 19 + 20

pride tier bonus: +1 hit (lvl 1 barbarian)

I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

Fighting my way through the sins of the street I'm feeling psycho, psycho Where did my mind go? Biting my tongue and I'm loading my gun Back to the wind, better run, better run I'm feeling crazy, crazy Go 'head and make me It's the life that I can't escape, can't walk away There's blood in the ocean And I'm losing focus I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

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As Caelum reared to drive home a punch aimed at the man's head, @Ryker dove for him, mimicking the same move Xerxes did at their little spar... His punch landed, but not in its intended spot, and instead knocked into the side of the man's neck; likely an uncomfortable blow. Caelum mused in his head at how similar these fights were turning out to be... as he hit the ground.

He could scramble to his paws and risk getting blindsided as he did so... or he could use his new advantage (yes, being on the ground had its advantages) and have better access to the man's unders, where he'd surely try to carve away at Ryker's delicate skin there.

As the man eventually closed the distance, Caelum would attempt to rake his back claws against the man's undersides, hoping to sink them deep enough to tear at his flesh, reaching and twisting to get at him.

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OOC: Hope it was ok to vaguely assume Ryker came for him when he went down <3

Caelum vs. @Ryker
Dominance
Round 2/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 19 + 3 + 17 + 1 + 10 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 8 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 8 + 4 + 9 + 6

Pride Tier Bonus: +1 hit (Level 1 Barbarian)

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Success was an intoxicating thrill, and he made no effort to stifle the triumphant snarl that came as his opponent went down. As the man fell, Ryker released his grip and adjusted his positioning, pivoting his rear end away from the man to better protect his belly while aiming fangs at the man's throat. He wanted to grip and hold - not to kill, but to bring the man just to the fading edge of consciousness if he could manage it.

Caelum's rear claws would catch him just at the edge of his underside, angling a set of scratches up his right side from the edge of his ribs toward his hip. Ryker's right paw remained lifted from his previous attack and aimed to come down on his opponent's ribs in retaliation, attempting to scratch down toward the center of his chest.

Ryker vs. @Caelum
Dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 13 + 19 + 17 + 2 + 14 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 14 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 20 + 14 + 1 + 19

pride tier bonus: +1 hit (lvl 1 barbarian)

I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

Fighting my way through the sins of the street I'm feeling psycho, psycho Where did my mind go? Biting my tongue and I'm loading my gun Back to the wind, better run, better run I'm feeling crazy, crazy Go 'head and make me It's the life that I can't escape, can't walk away There's blood in the ocean And I'm losing focus I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

code by corvus

"No. Seems about as Dieudonne as they come, though." She whispers back to her dark sister. They all had such a dark and twisted charm about them; the kind of monster that tempted you under the bed with them. A bloody brawl below a moonlit night. Such a macabre display made her gut twist somewhere between excitement and nervousness. Even after all this time, brutality still didn't come naturally to her. Her reserved and secretly gentle nature rebelled against it every step of the way; how could they so easily leap at the chance to experience pain?

Yet, even more, than she craved a peaceful life Echo craved the acceptance and belonging she felt with the Dieudonne; a union so blessed by her Gods to be recognized by Eira herself. Even if her path ahead was ordained to be one filled with blood, she must preservere. Thankfully, the nearest opponent to her is her own sisters, and the idea of sparring with them was more comforting to her even if right now she felt her small stature more than ever.

She looks behind her at @Andromache and @Ursula, a smirk crossing her features that is as shy as it is sly. Maybe she could get them both to fight and make her work a bit easier.

Echo readies herself, very clearly broadcasting with her hunched posture and eye contact that they were her targets. Staying low, she swoops around Andy's left side, trying to stay on the outside and pin her sister between Ursula and herself. Rather than start off with a full assault, she swipes her claws at Andromache's hocks attempting to get her sister to backpedal towards Ursula even more.

Echo vs. @Andromache vs. @Ursula (maybe?)
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 7 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 6 + 17 + 7 + 11 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 6 + 12 + 8 + 17

Caelum didn't like losing, but he didn't view himself being on the ground as "losing". It was rather... an underdog advantage. Caelum felt like he had access to parts of @Ryker that he otherwise didn't have standing up and attacking from the front.

As he kicked out his back legs, attempting to scratch Ryker's unders, Ryker had a different plan of his own. As he moved his backend away from Caelum's kicking claws, he only managed to catch one of his sides.

In retaliation, the brute pushed his paw into Caelum's unprotected chest and raked his claws over his soft skin. Tit for tat. A rib for a rib. Caelum snarled in pain, feeling the male's claws drag uncomfortably over each bone, easily parting the skin away. In a fast movement, Caelum twisted and attempted to bite the male's scratching paw at its wrist, hoping to chomp and pull.

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OOC: ty for the chance to reply! <3

Caelum vs. @Ryker
Dominance
Round 3/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 3 + 7 + 17 + 13 + 18 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 18 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 10 + 15 + 1

Pride Tier Bonus: +1 hit (Level 1 Barbarian)

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