All of a sudden, that all-too familiar scent engulfs his senses. Had Kazimir snuck up on him? It all happens too quickly to really process much, but in the back of his mind Ilarion supposes that he must've felt well enough to come to watch proceedings. Not ideal in his condition, but the Rurik had never been one to be told what to do. And then, all at once, the man is atop him. What?! A sharp, confused noise catches in the back of his throat, and he would turn his head to regard the blur - the undeniable features of his friend and partner - at the edge of his wide-eyed peripheral. {"Kazimir!"} What the hell was this?! {Что владеет вами?!"} The man is a force to be reckoned with, though, and Ilarion knew he would do well to both try and reason and subdue at the same time. Whatever this was, he did not want the other man to hurt himself further. And so he would unsheathe his claws, bracing against the impact, gritting his teeth against the pain that radiated along the length of his hind right limb. With a snarl he would attempt to reach around and swipe his left paw against the right side of Kazimir's head. To slap some sense into him, perhaps. It was not an ideal position to be in - arched in on himself like a pretzel - but it was all he could manage in his haste. He would ignore the sting of betrayal that sat unpleasantly at the top of his chest; there must be a logical explanation for this.

There had to be.

KAZIMIR vs ILARION
MINOR MAIM (TBD)
HITS:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 13 + 14 + 9 + 16 + 15

DODGES:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 18 + 1

LUCK:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 15 + 4 + 8 + 18

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There had to be.

There is not.

There is just this -- shackles unchained after so, so long. Time long spent dormant and in wait, needing only the crush of a concussion to put itself to rights. Other augurs come into themsevles in much better ways than this, but kazimir? He was a stray among the bears but worthy nonetheless, and so it must be done. However it can be done.

His skull radiates pain from where they've collided, an ache that travels from his forehead all the way down to his shoulders. His claws, though, find purchase where they want -- and with an instinctive flex he does his best to curl his paw and dig his claws deeper in. Grab and hold and rend if he is lucky.

It means he does not notice ( or does not care ) when Ilarions paw comes arching down at his face. It wallops against him, claws drawing blood and welts in their wake, terrible and cruel. Blackened lips peel back in a sharp snarl as the pain adds to the throbbing in his skull. Folded ears lay flat against his skull as he twists his muzzle to glare at his bond-brother, a vicious gleam in ruby teal eyes.

kazimir vs. @Ilarion
for minor maim ( TBD)
Round 2 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 16 + 12 + 4 + 3 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 9 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 6 + 19 + 8 + 1 + 10

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perhaps cirilla was a fool to engage in a fight with a teenager, but she had a point to make. adrenaline fuelled her actions as she tried to beat her opponent that was, perhaps, too big of a match for her.

as the sigrun child pulls back, louve's attempt at clenching her jaws results only in flesh being pulled away from her neck and blood oozing rather quickly from the wound. it is quite a severe flesh wound, one that will most likely scar as it heals.

the pain that sears through her causes the girl to release a growl deep from the pits of her stomach as a combination of agony and determination flows through her body. but it is the success of her teeth sinking into louve's left ear that brings her focus back onto the task at hand. cirilla can feel the delicate flesh in her mouth as she bites down, and her natural reaction is to attempt to clamp down further when louve shakes her head. the girl is forced to dislodge her attack, but whether anything from the chartreux girl's ear comes with her is yet to be determined.

claws strike at the nape of louve's neck and the warmth of the dieudonné's blood against her talon's was a welcome one. it was thrilling, enthralling to know that there was a potential for her needles to cause irreversible damage if she had struck right. but this feeling was short-lived, for when louve lunges forward, cirilla is forced backward with some weight, forcing her paw back to the ground in a bit to balance herself. the shove causes the girl to break her attack and instead take a few steps backward, her chest heaving as blood drips from her neck.

blackened lips peel backward as she twitches her ears and then pulls them back against her crown. rolling forward her shoulders, cirilla would bolt forward and close the gap between them once more, lunging forward and attempting to push her body upward enough so that her jaw was in line with louve's face, attempting to make some sort of grasp on the woman's face, ideally near her eyes. simultaneously, the girl would raise her right paw, releasing her claws, and once again attempts to dog her claws into skin, hoping to drag down as she brings her paw back to the ground.

Cirilla vs. @Louve ♔
for minor maim ( facial scarring )
Round 3 of 5
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 14 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 10 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 16 + 14 + 7 + 12

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The bruising that bloomed across his flank from where the pair made contact would have Ilarion wincing inwardly; his ribs protested, aching. The lacerations left by Kazimir felt red-hot, and would provoke Ilarion's ire. When he looked up with a snarl in the direction of his brethren, his expression faltered momentarily. What? Something is very wrong. His eyes seemed.... different. Hazy. Out of focus in one respect, and yet so sharp. Was it the fever? An infection? How was he managing to move so well when he was still recovering from such terrible injuries? How could the spirits allow this? Whatever had come over @Kazimir had a fine hold on him; just as fierce a grip as the cleric had on his inner leg. You do not wake the sleepwalker. So he realizes now - in the same vein - that he just had to see this through to the end.

And try, valiantly, not to get either of them killed in the process.

Words would not do anything here, so there was no point in shouting the odds anymore. Instead he would throw all his energy and effort into knocking the other Rurik out - if Kazimir was unconscious, Ilarion would be able to take him from this confounded place and think. He would lift his hind right leg and attempt to kick out toward Kazimir's chest, hoping to dislodge the other male from the limb so that he would have better mobility.

KAZIMIR vs ILARION
MINOR MAIM (TBD)
ROUND 2/5
HITS:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 13 + 17 + 19 + 18 + 5

DODGES:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 13 + 7

LUCK:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 11 + 1 + 12

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There is nothing but this and nothing but them.

Inside Kazimir howls, a braying hound that something is amiss. Off-kilter as he is, he cannot place it though -- would not be able to put his finger on it through this fog. A shame, that. He thinks nothing of the brown body pressed up against his -- does not think of how familiar ilarion is beneath his paw, his cheek. Does not think how the other bears scent is near as familiar to him as his own.

He thinks of nothing but the war drums pounding in his ears, the augur bursting at the seams.

A little dizzy and a lot out of it, his head rings. And instead of gaining a further grip upon his clanmate, Kazimir is rocked backwards by the force of Ilarions kick -- his paw grabbing through his mane. It wouldn't be much of anything if kazimirs chest hadn't already been bruised by the way he'd thrown himself into this fight: now, though, he's thrown off balance enough that his paw slides back to ground in a vague attempt to center himself. But --

He does not seem to remember that limb was still in the process of healing and so he cannot catch himself, and stumbles to the right a few steps before he manages to right himself. Pain Lances up his limb, and certainly out of it, his jaws snap forward -- attempting to bite down on any part of Ilarion he could.

kazimir vs. @Ilarion
for minor maim ( TBD)
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 10 + 8 + 12 + 14 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 20 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 13 + 15 + 11 + 10 + 14

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He does his best to keep @Kazimir in his sights, but at the angle he was forced in it was tricky to track his movements. It is no surprise, then, that he only knows he's managed to land a successful kick once the heel actually makes contact with the barrel of his companion's chest. He would be a fool to not seize the opportunity to pivot himself, now that his limb was unburdened, and so he would do just that; swinging his hips to his own left so that he could better face the other man. As he moved, though, Kazimir's snapping jaws would successfully snag against outer thigh; they left painful welts in their wake, oozing red that camouflaged quite nicely against the dark brown of his hide. Fuck! Ilarion hissed; that'll hurt in the morning. Probably not as much as the mental anguish of fighting with someone so important to him - the most important - but it would be up there, certainly. With a snarl Ilarion would seek to shove against the brute with his right shoulder, with the hopes of getting him on his side or back; his injured leg had already sustained enough, and if he could keep him on the floor and pin him there, it lowered the risk - surely - of re-breaking the appendage.

KAZIMIR vs ILARION
MINOR MAIM (TBD)
ROUND 3/5
HITS:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 11 + 7 + 8 + 13 + 2

DODGES:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 4 + 6

LUCK:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 3 + 11 + 8 + 14

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Had he seen the lioness as more than a walking dinner item, Xerxes may have felt a pang of guilt for knocking the wind out of her. As it was, she had instigated the entire ordeal and he, a defenseless damsel, was only protecting himself. Wolfbron would have been a fine home for Caelum's new toy! Goodness, what was it with these native lions and their morals?

He's pleased at her release on his muzzle. Good, he needs that. Then suddenly she was smashing her face against his cheek and pushing him backwards. He's not sure if she thinks him so ugly that his face needs to be rearranged, but it's starting to downright hurt his feelings. What'd his face ever do to her? Xerxes grimaces at the impact, already feeling the swelling and bruising beginning to blossom beneath his skin.

Xerxes hisses, swinging his left arm outwards in an attempt to hook behind her right and yank it out from beneath her. He knows it isn't a fight for life or death, but he's certainly starting to get annoyed.

Xerxes vs. @Talisa • @Nova
Minor maim
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 14 + 9 + 15 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 4 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 8 + 16 + 9 + 12

with withered wings and broken bones

these vengeful thoughts trapped underneath / rage, scorn, misery / payback for what you took from me / hope, love, sanity / i heard that you reap what you sow / so here's to believing in ghosts

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The snapping of his jaws had mostly been a knee-jerk reaction -- an outlet for the explosion of pain in his already-injured limb. When he tastes copper on his tongue it is almost enough to startle him from his trance -- but then, isn't the mire already covered in blood? What was a little more offerings to the spirits alight in his ears? His teeth, then, skim off Ilarions flesh -- gaining no traction or hold there, just offering pain.

Blinking, suddenly they are face to face. Blinking, suddenly his brother-in-arms is pushing forward. They are both giants, equal in size but Kazimir has dropped muscle mass from his recovery. Already off-kilter, it is an easy enough thing for him to lose traction And though this is not the first time Kazimir fought ecrosia soil, he is not totally Kazimir today -- and he slips in the mud.

Falling -- and landing hard -- it is only a small miracle that he falls onto his other side, not the injured one. Still he flings a paw out, thrashing and furious, in the hopes of snagging his claws against his companions ankle. Something, anything, as pain howls in unison with the anguish in the back of his mind.

kazimir vs. @Ilarion
for minor maim ( TBD)
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 8 + 3 + 4 + 11 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 18 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 18 + 9 + 8 + 17 + 2

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He did not want to floor Kazimir. The idea of his comrade being kicked into the dust evoked nothing but disgust and sadness in the other male, truthfully. But it was a necessity; the sooner he was on the ground, the sooner this would all be over. As expected, and as hoped, Ilarion would manage to put Kazimir on the ground; thankfully, he would land on his better side, and while his limbs flail the Paladin would simply brace against it, taking any blows and kicks with an impassive expression and a tense jaw. Aiming to lower himself atop the other male, bearing as much weight down as possible to try and keep the deranged man from getting up, he would seek to pin Kazimir's front limbs with the length of his own forearms. Sharp, ragged exhales collected at the back of gritted and bloody teeth; a grimace of anguish if ever there was one. Tears threatened to form at the edges of Ilarion's eyes - grief. "Stop this, Kazimir - you must stop!"

Please, stop.

KAZIMIR vs ILARION
MINOR MAIM (TBD)
ROUND 4/5
HITS:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 11 + 10 + 17 + 20 + 18

DODGES:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 17 + 4

LUCK:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 14 + 12 + 11 + 2

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His paws snag upon the familiar dark fur but it's still not quite enough. Certainly not enough to stop his brother-in-arms from lowering himself down, using his weight as a counter. Kazimir is not so easily bested, though. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he attempts to shift -- though with ilarion on top of him, it's nearly impossible. He tries though, just as he tries to stretch both legs out -- one on either side -- and hook his claws in, attempting to sink claws into that familiar, wonderful fur.

In the grand scheme of things it is not the worst -- if he wanted to get up, really wanted to get up -- he could try harder. But even as his claws aim to dig into Ilarions flesh, it is still not as vicious as he could be. They were trained to do more damage than this. A glimmer, then, that he is still inside himself -- even if he is not wholly in focus at the moment.

A silver lining, amongst all the violence and blood.

kazimir vs. @Ilarion
for minor maim ( TBD)
Round 5 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 15 + 3 + 8 + 16 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 8 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 16 + 19 + 18 + 8 + 12

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