She was new to this- new to these challenges.

Hearing the odd summons, Daenerys found her paws curiously trekking forward. Part of her was weary, a small bit of herself trying to coax her back and away- but she couldn't. She was too close now, her orange eyes coming to land upon the forms of others. The badlands were barren, dead, but it seemed this challenge brought life to it in the strangest of ways.

Daenerys attempted to keep herself hidden, tucking away to some sparse slopes on the edge. She watched from her spot, seeing the fight commence. She knew neither of them, but it was obvious it was for power- and she was curious, just who was the strongest of them?

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It's smart -- trying to use the sovereign's blind side to his advantage. Seneca can hardly blame @Ryker for the tactic, and it isn't particularly unexpected, though he would have preferred to maintain a more ideal positioning. Still, he is no less capable of holding his own if his opponent is on a less favorable side, and it is far from a deterrent for this battle. He collides into the lighter male's chest, and as Ryker pivots, Seneca is quick to adjust his aim with his jaws, his teeth surging forwards and towards the right in an attempt to find purchase at the base of his adversary's neck. His haunches swing a wide step to their left, trying to lessen the man's attempted angle on him as his opponent's canines connect with the frontal ridge of his right shoulder, slicing through the flesh but failing to solidify a grip. Ryker's claws score over his armpit and shoulder, leaving long, stinging lacerations in their wake, and Seneca responds with another attempted shove against the lion, trying to bully against his right shoulder and upset his balance or force him to re-center himself. seneca vs ryker for andal oasis move two of five Hits: Rolling 8d20: 15 + 19 + 5 + 17 + 18 + 4 + 12 + 10 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 2 + 11 + 6 + 4 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 19 + 2 + 14 + 1 + 17 @Corvus ★

molten eyes and a smile made for war

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Because I'm hyped up out of control

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

The first taste of blood was thrilling, spurring him on. The swing of his opponent's head was caught from the corner of his eye and Ryker would lift his right shoulder higher to protect his neck. Seneca's fangs would find the top of his shoulder, parting flesh and sending a different sort of thrill through him as he could feel the beginnings of the tell-tale warmth of blood seeping free.

Rear claws dug into the packed earth, and knees bent slightly and braced, to keep him in place as Seneca shoved against him, their close position leaving him with more a rough discomfort and aggravation of the initial impact site toward the front of his shoulder than a deepening bruise.

As he kept his right shoulder lifted in protection of his neck, he kept his right forepaw up as well, claws attempting to wrap around the inner side of Seneca's elbow and rip toward himself again, his aim being to make that leg as uncomfortable as possible for him to continue using.

His fangs failed to find a grip on the other male's shoulders, but that was hardly a deterrent. Rather, his jaws would part again, fangs trying to land in the same spot as before - either to grip, or at least worsen the damage already done there.

Ryker vs. @Seneca (@koi)
Andal Oasis
Round 2 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 2 + 18 + 16 + 20 + 17 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 9 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 9 + 8 + 11 + 15

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

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Leander is delayed, sore and bruised from his battle as he approaches the Badlands, a scowl on his expression as he recognises the challenger. It is that pesky Bluffs lion that had dared to venture into the Oasis to challenge for Alma. He was quickly becoming a problem that would soon have to be dealt with. For now, this task lay in Seneca's paws and the Miroslav had no doubt of his brother's prowess.

He finds a spot near @Iofiel, not having met him in depth before but recognising him nevertheless. Agitated, Leander seats himself and watches with gritted teeth, his body tense.

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Beast comes. He is dismayed by the turnout, but assured himself that if it were him, Glorious He, taking charge then there would many more. He did not think @Ryker was well known outside the boundaries of the Bluffs and so those that came would be those invested in the Oasis for some reason, rather than those with Dieudonné ties. So many strangers, but one piebald familiar next to one errant medic @Iofiel. He did not understand the desert lion's attachment to land and it rakes his blood to see him with an enemy of the Dieudonne. He scowled, scarred lips peeling back and fangs flicking into view. It was a mockery and silent insult. For Vermier could not stride into being without being in some way flamboyant. He settled himself in an empty space and fluffed out his mane, preparing himself to be a vigilant spectator, eying both the battle and the sidelines for weakness and signs of attack. The open land must not be too heated for Ryker to manage, and from their positions and logic he guessed Seneca had not managed to get the jump on him. It was a good location... it lacked poetry and glory, but for a mind who only valued victory it was quite OK.

He is met with shoulder rather than neck, but it's just as good for Seneca, who seeks to slightly lower his aim, trying to drag his teeth roughly down the meat of @Ryker's trapezius muscle. His haunches takes another step to his own left, attempting to obtain a near perpendicular angle to his opponent as his left foreleg lifts, trying to sling over Ryker's spine and sink his claws into the muscular structure just to its left. The resulting change of his position lessens the extent of damage to his inner elbow, but he can still feel the discomforting burn of the cuts etched into his skin. Call it adrenaline, or sheer bullheadedness, but it does nothing to deter the Andal sovereign's onslaught; he has no intention of losing his home today. As Ryker's teeth find the frontal ridge of his right shoulder again, Seneca attempts to return fire by trying to smash the bony plate into the man's teeth, hoping to rattle a few free of that thick skull of his. seneca vs ryker for andal oasis move three of five Hits: Rolling 8d20: 6 + 20 + 9 + 2 + 16 + 15 + 17 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 12 + 10 + 19 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 7 + 16 + 8 + 15 @Corvus ★

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It does not take long for Kira to make her way towards the Badlands and already she was a picture of irritation with taut muscles and ears laced back. Moving through the growing crowd she manages to secure a spot nearest to @Leander and @Iofiel, her gaze all the while watching @Seneca and @Ryker as they clash. "What's with this guy anyways? Seems a little .. obsessed." She muses as she watches and waits. She was confident that Seneca would be able to secure their home, and perhaps send this man back to wherever he came from with tail tucked. That would be the ideal outcome here. +5 - Observe a challenge +5 - Observe a fight

Because I'm hyped up out of control

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

As his opponent moved, so did Ryker, unwilling to allow any more of an advantage if he could avoid it. His rear would swing to his own left as he tried to move a step back to maneuver a little easier. Right paw would finally return to the ground, and his head would swing toward Seneca's as the man's fangs raked through his flesh. He could feel the sting of fresh wounds and the heat of escaped blood and wondered if this might be the fight that left the first obviously visible mark on his hide.

His movement back, and the shift of his head, left Seneca's shove catching the bottom edge of his chin, enough to jar the lower jaw and likely leave him a bit sore and bruised later, but not enough to deter. Ryker's fangs sought the right side of the other man's face, attempting to close tight around his opponent's ear and yank with a quick movement of Ryker's head toward his own left.

The matching pivot left no greater angle gained between them, and Seneca's claws catching toward the top of Ryker's right-side ribs, just behind the shoulder and below the spine. His left forepaw would lift, twisting to point the claws upward as he reached out, trying slip behind Seneca's right forelimb, to catch and tear at the underside of the man's ribs, or mane, or whatever he could - he'd really like to get at the soft area of the belly but the angle and distance just wasn't right, so he'd content himself with other targets.

Ryker vs. @Seneca (@koi)
Andal Oasis
Round 3 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 7 + 9 + 18 + 3 + 17 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 1 + 4 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 8 + 12 + 11 + 6

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

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The ripping of muscle between his teeth is a satisfying feeling, fresh blood welling against his tongue to spell his success — and Seneca knows only too well the pain he causes. But that's the point, isn't it? To rip and tear at one's enemy, to see them bleed for the sake of bleeding? It's certainly the point that has been driven home to him time and time again, and @Ryker hardly instills any sense of guilt within him. For a better man, perhaps, he would reconsider his brutality; but he has no intentions of doing such a thing here. He can feel the shift inward of his opponent's skull, and Seneca returns it with an adjustment of his angle, his muzzle swinging up and slightly towards his right in an attempt to sink his teeth into the thick muscle of his upper neck, shortly behind the man's right ear. Ryker's teeth still manage to clip through the outer edge of his right ear, splitting it open in a similar fashion to the torn remains of his left ear. Where his claws have found a mark against Ryker's torso, he seeks to wrench back towards himself, hoping to open a line of lacerations down his right side. He feels the sting of claws ripping through the thin flesh shortly behind and below his right shoulder/armpit area, pulling out tufts of mane along with widening the extent of damage that his opponent has already left in that general vicinity. His leg will hurt like hell tomorrow, but right now, he ignores it — because he must. seneca vs ryker for andal oasis move four of five Hits: Rolling 8d20: 8 + 12 + 7 + 10 + 19 + 17 + 2 + 9 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 12 + 6 + 5 + 16 + 15 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 19 + 5 + 7 + 20 @Corvus ★

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Because I'm hyped up out of control

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

Even if he failed here today, he had no immediate plans to give up on his long-term goals. Either he came out victorious, or he made some kind of a point, ooooorrr maybe he just irritated the man like sand in a wound.

He'd pivot his rear another step to his left, making his own attempt at shifting the angle between them. He felt cartilage part between his fangs and turned his head to again aim jaws at right side of his opponent's face, this time trying to aim lower, around the eye area. Didn't really matter if it was functional or not, he was out to cause pain and lasting marks.

The pivot toward his left would pull his neck out of danger of a grip, though Seneca's fangs would still part the flesh on the right side, just shy of his ear, leaving bloody, but not immediately dangerous, wounds in their wake. Similarly, the rest of his right side would be pulled slightly away, so the lacerations left by the patchy man's claws would grow more shallow toward the bottom ends, around the midpoint of his ribcage.

Left forepaw would give up its search and plant itself firmly back on the ground as the right would lift once more and attempt to hook claws into the underside of Seneca's jaw and tear toward the man's chin.

Ryker vs. @Seneca (@koi)
Andal Oasis
Round 4 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 2 + 7 + 1 + 18 + 4 + 10 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 19 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 7 + 6 + 2

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

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