The battlefield spread before him like a wave of destruction and malice. It set his heart pounding and vision blurring with something like bloodlust - the scent of it in the air, the sound of snarls and hisses as each battle wore on. His ruby gaze flickered constantly back and forward, skin itching to leap forward and engage in the calamity. The stark, pale body of an albino boy caught his attention and Harrow turned towards @Scipio with a cruel grin stretching over his lips. If the boy wanted to play war games, then Harrow would only be too happy to oblige. He charged forward without preamble. Aiming to face Scipio head on, Harrow launched forward with both forelegs outstretched and attempting to grapple the yearling around the neck (bear hug) - claws extended in the hopes of digging in to his shoulders to get a grip on him. At the same time, his open jaws attempted to grasp hold of the right side of the pale boys scruff and neck area, hoping to gain a strong hold. Harrow vs. @Scipio Major Maim (TBD) Round 1 / 5 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 3 + 18 + 9 + 20 + 14 + 12 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 18 + 2 + 4 + 10 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 15 + 13 + 14 + 20 +10 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others) +10 Maim another character +10 Win a fight (spars not included, defaulted or judged)

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His attack in part achieved what he meant it to - her body was shunted to the side, her back end swinging out so that they were no longer a 'T' angle to one another. Of course, she had been alert to the danger around her and had not been thrown to the ground or winded as he would have liked. Nevertheless, he felt the anger building in his veins and as the little viper swung claws out to claw along his ribcage, Baltasar let out a hiss of fury. The claw marks stung, pinpricks of blood beginning to bloom - not the first time in his life but certainly the first in anger. He reacted swiftly, his own back end swinging around as well in an attempt to face @Elaine ♔ head on instead of sideways once more. After having adjusted his position, the yearling surged forward, right paw raised in an attempt to slash diagonally across the front of Elaine's chest and neck area, claws extended in the hope of slicing open skin in the same way she had done to him.

Baltasar vs. @Elaine ♔
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 17 + 15 + 16 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 10 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 7 + 18 + 6 + 3

Table code and table image by: NAVARRE

TASKS (MEDIC): +10xp - Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others).
+5xp - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds [1/2].
TASKS (ASSASSIN): +10xp - Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread.
+10xp - Sneak into another pride's territory without getting caught [1/2].

He... is a little tardy, it must be said. Cato liked to do things in his own time, and that - apparently - included attending to wars. It was a brawl on a scale he hadn't seen in a long time, and there was no denying the curl of excitement that trailed down the length of his spine as he crossed the threshold of the Mire and onto the scene of the battle. There were multiple brawls going on - @Seneca and @Antares, of course, being just two of them. He could not spot @Leander - most likely because his brother was trying to make a hasty exit on the other side of the arena. He knew better than to worry about them, though - they were far too skilled at this sort of thing to fall victim to any old opponent. And so, with his satchel - filled to the brim with supplies - at the ready, the piebald brute would hunker down into the nearby foliage as quietly as he could, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings ahead and keeping a quiet headcount on all the Oasis-dwellers that he could catch sight of.

After all, he'd do well to try and have some sort of self-preservation about him; if he was taken out, who would patch up his brothers?

CATO IS ATTEMPTING TO HIDE/MEDIC ON STANDBY

TASKS (MEDIC): +10xp - Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others).
+5xp - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds [1/2].

Being here makes her very, very nervous. Trespassing wasn't her style - perish the thought - but the sound of a challenge prompted her to cross the border and investigate a little closer; for all she knew, it could be one of her fellow band-dwellers, and she wanted to be on hand to assist. It did not take long to determine that no, Galloway weren't involved (directly) but half of the population seemed to be. This was less of a one on one battle and more of a scrum, and Francesca felt obligated as a medic to stay and help. She scoured the audience for any familiar faces, keeping as low a profile as possible; her features brighten a little when she finds @Calypso and @Grit, hastily picking her way over damp shrub and roots to bring herself into the radar of her Head Physician and her company. @Hakon was a vaguely familiar face, too - he was clearly important to Calypso, as he'd been present at her bedside after she'd been hauled out of the mist - and she would offer a small, uncertain smile to all three of them. "Hello everyone. Do any of you know what this is about, and where the Band stands on it?" A pause. "And.. do you mind if I sit with you all?" Safety in numbers, and all that. She hovered near Grit's unattended side, hoping that her request would not be left awkwardly hanging in the air between them.

FRANCESCA IS A MEDIC ON STANDBY

blood seeped into her mouth cavern, practically choking ulla with the metal taste of it. even so, she wants to hold on, hoping that the continuous pain from her latching on will disorient her opponent. still, it seems fate has other plans when mura's chest pushes forward, causing ulla to lose her mouth's grip and, for a second, her balance as she feels pain blossom across her chest. however, she attempts to take a chunk of myra's flesh out as she pulls away. taking in deep breaths, ulla's world starts to become confusing and painful, and dizzying. the redness of it isn't helping, but she can still see using her nose and her ears. more and more lions are fighting, and blood is thicker than she ever smelled before.

her claws are wet by the blood that coats them, causing ulla to feel relief from the moment the other woman lets her go. ulla raises her front leg and attempts to strike at the woman's paw that is holding onto her neck. it's not just to dislodge it, but also to hurt and injure. her pain and desire to wreck more violence, however, prove to be her downfall. something sharp tears through her skin, beneath her right armpit.

úlla vs. @Myra
minor maim
Rounds: 4/5
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 11 + 17 + 12 + 3 + 4 + 14 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 8 + 4 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 15 + 19 + 17 + 3

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Nadia didn't have any intentions of going easy on this stranger, and that is exactly what he was to her, a stranger. But all the same he was Rike and that meant that she would give everything she had to make this man remember her and remember that the Sigruns never had any intention of backing down from a fight. This fight in particular, the one for their families. The matriarch would do whatever she needed to in order to protect her loved ones; even if that meant throwing herself on the fire before them. Ears lace back against her head the very moment Máni's teeth clamp down on the skin along her shoulder and neck. Immediately the burning fuels her onward, ignoring the pain and soaring off of the adrenaline Nadia moves to redirect her own bite, attempting to reach upward to grab ahold of the man's right ear.

A snarl escapes her the very moment his claws hook into her right armpit, the tender skin there being sliced like a hot knife moving through butter. Well two could play that game. Lifting her left forepaw up and out she would attempt to mirror his attack, moving to aim her extended claws at Máni's right armpit in hopes of grabbing hold and sinking in. Her eyes stayed narrowed and chin slightly tucked in order to protect the most vital areas of her body, but all the same she's determined to shed as much blood here today as she can.

Nadia v. @Máni
Major Maim (TBD)
Round 2/5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 15 + 19 + 5 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 13 + 7 + 6 + 5 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 8 + 7 + 6 + 11 + 20

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A banshee screech sounds from the furious Rike wench, as Saga's claws dig into her side deeper and deeper, blood pouring as the enemy manages to hit her ribs. The pain is excruciating, but the effort isn't enough to break the bone that was sturdy and pressing into other tissue. Now bleeding from both her shoulder and her side, the pain pulsated from the injuries, spreading through her whole body and setting her nervous system ablaze. The adrenaline damped her feeling, but it was there and it fueled her rage.

As Erna's jaws press onward, Saga's own teeth land across the bridge of her nose, leaving deep cuts but not getting a grip due to the movement. As a result, Erna's teeth slice into the Sigrun's right lower jaw, and not where she'd originally intended. Angered by this failure, her teeth surge onward once more, stubbornly going for Saga's face again. However, this time they attempt to pierce into Saga's right socket, where once there was an eye. Trying to bite hard and gore the empty socket even further, to add insult to injury, both figuratively and literally.

The long-toothed cat lands a blow across the Jarl's upper right shoulder, trailing towards the neck. She allows the limb to return down to the ground. Her right leg lifts, snaking from under her and attempting to use Saga's blindness and current preoccupied state to hook her right claws around Saga's right limb, specifically the wrist area, and pull towards herself to attempt and topple the chimeran foe.

Erna vs. @Saga
battle to the death
Round 3 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 4 + 13 + 12 + 15 + 16 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 3 + 15 + 4 + 6 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 13 + 2 + 10 + 17

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In another life Violarum and Antares might have been friend material. They had their similarities, and Vio was typically drawn to males of the less serious variety - which he can only assume Annie to be upon his sudden concern for his beauty. Still, Violarum was not the sort to hold grudges - perhaps, some day, they'd meet outside of the battlefield.

There is a scowl of agony as the male withdraws from his ankle in order to save his face, the wounds through ankle flesh deepening as Vio's jaws snapped free of the Andal male's face. Adrenaline begun to course with thrill, heartbeat increasing upon the first onset of real damage. He had yet to heal from the pride challenge, his body feeling far from forgiving today.

With a swift maneuver there is a clap to his lower jaw, a reverberation of discomfort and a sudden thrash to his already wounded ankle. Blood pooled as skin tore behind the limb, his vision briefly fuzzy from the thud of skull against jaw as heat surged through bone.

The clay male attempted to rock back fluently, trying to shift his weight to his hind limbs briefly before tossing it forward again; seeking to stomp both of his forepaws (talons exposed) down upon the back of the male's head. There is a reduced effectiveness from the wounded limb, but with adrenaline to dull the pain, Violarum doesn't hold back.

{Violarum vs @Antares
Minor Maim - Round 3 of 5}
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 7 + 1 + 11 + 16 + 17 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 5 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 5 + 18 + 7 + 8

@Violarum vs @Antares FOR Minor Maim
— ROUND 3 RE-ROLL, BARBARIAN LEVEL 5 PERK —

As per the level 5 Barbarian trade perk, Violarum is re-rolling their dice for round 3 of this fight. This re-roll was performed by @Ice ★ on Discord, and automatically replaces the previous rolls for this round.

Who Hits: [7d20 (1 19 1 2 9 15 7)]
Who Dodges: [2d20 (4 2)]
Who Luck: [5d20 (6 16 20 2 11)]

Myra clenched her teeth together hard, biting down on the pained screech that threatened to escape her throat when she shoved Ulla away, the larger woman wrenching away golden flesh in the process. The resulting gash in her cheek hurt like hell, a wave of blood immediately flowing out to add to the wet, clumpy mess of her face. She didn't even realize that she'd bitten her own tongue in her efforts to stay silent, her mouth still flooded with the metallic taste of her opponent's blood drawn just a few seconds prior.

Although she was beginning to feel lightheaded from pain and exertion, the huntress tenaciously tried to maintain her grip on Ulla's neck, wanting to press her paw against it harder, sink her claws in deeper...but her efforts were pathetically short-lived. Pain flared up her right paw as Ulla made contact with it, tearing through the sensitive skin around her toes and ankle. Myra instinctively jerked her limb back to safety, even as she cursed herself for doing so. Maybe she really did lack discipline.

Half-blind with the red filling her vision, both literally and figuratively, the huntress snaked her head forward in an attempt to snag the leg Ulla had just used between her jaws. She aimed to repay the favor by biting down on it hard. Meanwhile, having successfully pierced Ulla's right armpit, Myra would try to rake her claws as far down the backside of Ulla's right forelimb as she could.

At this point, with rage burning hot through her veins, winning seemed almost secondary to inflicting as much pain as she could upon the gray woman.

Myra vs. @Úlla
Minor Maim
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 8 + 14 + 20 + 19 + 7 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 19 + 16 + 20 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 6 + 20 + 10 + 2

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It was a blessed affair, as battle typically was. A bloody splendor of clashing bodies and tearing fur. It tickled his senses and excited his nerves. There are many faces in the crowd but very few of them he recognized. He spies @Archesia, here stirring trouble as he would expect her to do. Carefully, he makes his way through the crowd and tucks in towards her.

"Good day for a bloody brawl, aye?" There is a merry tone to his voice, he genuinely meant it. "Wish mah boy was here, would be good learnin' fer him." The idea of fatherhood, while still novel to the beast, had been on the forefront of his mind since he had learned of @Finnulf's existence. His mother seemed to be here, tearing into some hapless enemy as he would have fully expected of her. She was a fierce woman, even if their affair was short.

More subtly, he gestures inward, suggesting without words that they venture a bit further into the territory while the chaos has everyone distracted. A battle was always the best time to plunder the stocks.

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