Before his paw fully retracts towards him, Seneca attempts to shove forcefully into @Ryker as his opponent is side-stepping, trying to slam the broad, flat surface of his foot against his ribcage, just behind the shoulder. His onslaught towards the younger male's neck continues, hind legs pushing hard into the packed earth as his teeth surge forward again, trying to collide with the midpoint of the right side of Ryker's neck, hoping to falter his adversary off-balance as his weight is shifting between forelegs. His aggressive forward drive means that the Wolfbron lion's teeth score across his right cheek, narrowly avoiding tearing through his damaged eye. His opponent's claws land somewhere behind his left cheek, catching mostly in the thick of his mane and lightly razing the skin beneath, though he's mostly out a few tendrils of hair than anything else. His ultimate goal is to plow Ryker down into the dirt, wanting nothing more than to assert his dominance with finality. seneca vs ryker for andal oasis move five of five Hits: Rolling 8d20: 16 + 6 + 10 + 15 + 12 + 3 + 11 + 7 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 7 + 12 + 14 + 1 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 9 + 10 + 8 @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

It was becoming more frustrating than thrilling as time went on and fatigue fought to slow his movements. Until this, his battles had been quick scuffles with nothing more than pride on the line - and this wasn't that different. Either he'd gain a pride or he'd suffer a blow to his ego.

Each time they clashed, Ryker felt he learned a little more. This fight would teach him the importance of keeping his balance solid and steady throughout.

Seneca's paw slammed into his side and he stumbled, though his own right paw would reflexively try to grip on to the closest thing and yank in an effort to correct his balance and keep him standing. In this case, the closest thing happened to be Seneca's face, and where his claws had caught the other's left cheek, they again attempted to hook into the man's flesh, this time trying to grip and hold the area where the jaw attached on the left side.

His right shoulder shifted with the movement, and his head pulled back, scrunching his neck up and offering the flat of his right shoulder to Seneca's teeth instead of a much more vulnerable area, flesh again opening and leaking blood that would stain his pelt darker. He would, again, aim to close his fangs around Seneca's right eye.

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

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 10 + 2 + 13 + 6 + 14 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 8 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 12 + 9 + 13 + 5

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

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This was interesting. On the heels of a challenge from them, there was a challenge against them. Elaine followed the call and was glad that it wasn't on the lands of the Oasis. She had no reason or desire to go there even for a challenge. She, unlike the oasis members, wasn't that stupid. She arrived to the fight already happening. She knew Ryker by face only but was still glad that someone was trying to take the Oasis from the idiots. Maybe they should have eaten those cubs when they had crossed and all of this would have never happened. She moved to @Vermier's side quickly and sat next to him. She watched everyone closely to see who was going to cause trouble here as she hoped that Ryker came out on top of the challenge.

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@Ryker vs @Seneca FOR Andal Oasis
— RESULTS —

Seneca Hits:4+5+4+3+4+2 luck = 22
Seneca Dodges: 3+1+2+3+3=12

Ryker Hits: 2+5+4+2+3=16
Ryker Dodges: 2+1+1+1+1=6

Seneca Successful Hits: 16
Ryker Successful Hits: 4

Seneca HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Andal Oasis!

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WOUNDED ROLL

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Ryker is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Seneca Wounded Roll: 5

Seneca is WOUNDED!

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GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

He'd rather taste dinner than watch others feast, but although he scanned the sidelines with a jeer, nobody stuck out to him as an easy target. He was also aware that too few from the Bluffs had come to attend. Licking their wounds? Maybe this was planned between Amara and Ryker... he did not like the thought that there was a loop he had been left out of. That there might be tactics and plans that evaded him. His mood threatened to sour, and with flattened ears he turned his gaze to scrutinize the fighting. It did not seem to please him. The large Oasis king was obviously experienced and brave; Vermier was an honorable creature, to an extent, but his culture of honor did not include respect for enemies. There was nothing but loathing to be gained as the piebald king tore at the dark male from the Bluffs. Vermier needed to know how he fought... as well as how Ryker defended himself, on the off chance that Amara sentenced him to be eaten.

Arrived came @Elaine. She spoke nothing. Vermier glanced at her, his head lowering slightly in anticipation of an order. Mostly he kept himself on guard... now watching the expressions of the Oasis and keening his ears toward anything they said to the obviously defeated Bluffs male. It would just be worthless, ugly English, threats without teeth, but it might give them an excuse to eat them.

As he's watching, quietly, more lions gather. Fortunately, none seem to have noticed him, permitting him to keep his attention on the brawl. He stays tucked away on the outskirts of the gathering, watching as the brawl tips in the favor of the spotted male. The striped lion staggers as a paw comes down on his side, and it seems to only go downhill from there. Rotten luck. Something tells him the winning male won't forgive this trespass on his power. He hums thoughtfully, his attention only lingering for a few more seconds before he looks around to see if there is anyone he recognizes. There's only strangers, and so, he turns around, leaving the same way he arrived: quiet and unremarked.
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It didn't take long for the fight to get underway as soon as both opponents were there. Iofiel watched the two lions go at each other. It also didn't take long for him to be joined by other members from the Oasis. He didn't know them on a personal level but he had clearly seen them around before, especially the lioness.

"You appear to be doing much better now." He spoke to Kira. It was good to see that she was suffering no longer. He hoped there were no lingering side effects from the injuries that she has sustained.

He wasn't the only one whom took in his sudden entourage but there was also a face there that he hadn't seen in quiet awhile. "Vermier." He called out the other's name as a greeting as he sought to meet the other's gaze. "You well? Keep out of trouble?" Iofiel tried to remember to trim his verbage down when he spoke to the Bluffs lion. Previous interactions with the other lion had taught him to do so.

His gaze then settled on the fight once more as he waited for the outcome. And the outcome was that Seneca would keep the Oasis still. Once the fighting came to a halt did the medic get up to approach the pair. "Seneca, can you make it back to the Oasis? I brought nothing with me." Already he was assuming that the High Sovereign would allow him to tend to his wounds as Iofiel has done before.

"If you are in need of aide I will tend to you as well." The offer was given to Ryker. He was uncertain if the Bluffs had medics of its own or not. To Iofiel it didn't matter. He didn't like to see anyone or anything suffering.

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It was unsurprising to her that Seneca came out the victor of the battle, and she was pleased that she wouldn't have to move her entire existence. That would have been so annoying. As it was, she could continue causing trouble for a little while longer. Which she did so enjoy doing.

There was nothing more for her here, now that she'd watched the battle and the stranger get soundly beaten. She suspected this was only the start of an ongoing war between the two prides, though. All the more fascinating things for her to watch, she supposed. Just watch, though. She wasn't too interested in sticking her own nose into things... unless she really got bored. And who knew, maybe she would.

Slipping back out the way she had come, Arcania made her way back to the pride. She didn't have any healing herbs with her, or back at the pride come to think of it, but she figured Seneca had plenty of healers back home.

-exit arcania-

The Bluffs lion falters, only for a moment, but it is enough. Seneca shoves again with force, seeking to meet @Ryker's outstretched jaws with a heavy smack from his skull and driving him away with the bullying force of his weight. This fight is over. His opponent falls, and the Andal sovereign's lips peel back in a bloodied snarl. "Not today, kid," he snorts derisively, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva into the sand at his feet. He turns, then, to the crowd that has gathered -- a meager one, but it's to be expected given the location and the events of the previous day. What concerns him most, however, is the face he does not see. The face he wants to see the most. Aidoneus. Has she forgotten him so fully already? He allows the momentary distraction of @Iofiel, grunting a noncommittal answer. "I'll be fine," he mutters dismissively, his gaze a storm. Seneca hardly looks a proud victor in this moment; he is little more than frustrated and tired. "Later," he reassures the medic, and as he departs from the crowd, he does not turn for home. No, Seneca Miroslav goes in search of his wayward wife, to find out why she is elsewhere and not here. It is the beginning of the end. exeunt seneca

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

Some liked things easy and predictable. Ryker was a beast who reveled in chaos - even when that chaos was directed at himself. There would always be an unpredictable element to things, no matter how thoroughly one planned and prepared. Today, it seemed, simply wasn't his day.

He had a glimpse of the man's skull driving toward his face, a flash of pain and a starburst of light behind his eyes as he tried to adjust his own to avoid damage to his teeth. Unfortunately a miscalculation left Seneca hitting just the right spot. "Fu-" the word stuttered and stopped before it was fully formed, the world tilting. Or was he falling?

Ryker wouldn't feel the rough collision of his left side with the hard ground (or, thankfully, the subtle bounce of skull on packed earth). Awareness dimmed and went black as he crumpled. Still alive, still breathing, face still pulled into a fighter's snarl, but no longer responsive to the world around him.

-exit via unconsciousness-

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

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