She has won. It is clear as there is a mighty crunch beneath her jaws and Shiva retracts; her paw apparently broken. There is a particular sweetness to winning a fight thrust upon you by a stranger with no reasoning, and Charax makes a mental note of the woman as being a potential ally of the Sigrun. Unless she had been confused, that was the only explanation.

Charax stands her ground, sides heaving, adrenaline preventing an true realization of exhaustion. Shiva departed from the field, defeated. Battles continue around her, blood shed and hides torn. She would stay there a while, recovering, observing.

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Movements would shift her attempt to grab his front right limb and instead pierce his right bicep, feeling her teeth rip into the hot flesh. As she succeeded in grabbing something would she also feel her claws rake across his shoulder and down toward where she were aiming for - the armpit. It was satisfying to feel the way skin rips and tears, her left front paw then throwing itself back onto the ground. Weight would redistribute and claws would grip into the ground, tail whipping out wildly like a whip behind her. A muffled snarl would then emit from Valkravn as she then attempted to bite down harder on the hold she had on his bicep. It would come at a price, though, and she would feel the sudden pressure and too familiar pain of teeth gripping the scrunched up skin right below her occipital bone and where her nape began. She knew the hold could become potentially dangerous in battle, and with another snarl would she throw her skull back as hard and as fast as she could with the very small distance that were between them, attempting to once again headbutt the man. This move would cause for her to lose her grip on his bicep and instead let her jaws clench tight as she waited to see what impact of another potential headbutt would create. Her ears would stay pinned to her skull, relief that they had not been placed victim of an assault for now. As her body shifted with the thrust of her skull would his claws find her left front leg, but not entirely how he wanted his attack to happen. Instead of causing for her to lose her footing would Valkravn instead feel claws grip into her skin around the lower section of her limb on the outer section to the front, creating gashes in their wake and the blood dripping freely as if it were normal. She would grit her teeth and endure the pain, the roaring pulse of adrenaline and fury blinding most of the pain for now. Valkravn vs. @Corinthian For Minor Maim Round iii/v Hits: Rolling 6d20: 4 + 7 + 13 + 3 + 18 + 17 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 7 + 2 + 3 + 15 + 5 + 17 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 19 + 8 + 7 + 14 + 18

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Her furious fangs surged against the enemy's nose and she tasted not sticky blood but relief. For her attack made @Zahra relent and while the fangs were momentarily released from her ear she let it twitch, feeling the blood and pain spread but happy knowing that she still had an ear. Her eyes were relentlessly narrowed, displaying offense and fear. It was as though she had been the one attacked, fighting off an avenger. Her claws sliced through the neck skin as the yearling shifted. There was another attack coming. Sneaky little claws again, hooking little punctures into the skin around Sarsa's lower lip. She attempted to redirect her right paw to try to pull down Zahra's left foreleg away from her face. More lacerations were formed around Sarsa's ear from the bite, messy red streaks, and the brown female attempted to angle her jaws enough to try to slice around the underside of the red one's chin.

Sarsaparilla vs @Zahra
Minor maim (limb breaking)
4/5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 14 + 17 + 13 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 14 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 1 + 17 + 7

It seemed she would have to find her own battle. In the midst of the chaos, she notices a pink yearling attempting to stand up to a small group that seem to be trying to get further into the swamp. Icefang watches as they taunt the boy before another yearling hops in. While she could admire their bravery, the lioness slips out a huff of annoyance. Was it worth risking herself to defend some children she had no relation to. Her lack of loyalty to the Mire was really being challenged with the timing of this war. It’s when Alaric steps in, bloodied and bruised does Icefang move forward as well to stand among the others. She simply watches the outlaw band in silence. Perhaps their defense would be enough to discourage them from treading further.

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Her lunge forward is successful, and she manages to slam her shoulder into his chest and grab hold of some of his mane at his neck. His right paw slid down her side as she moved forward towards him. She sees his left leg coming towards her, but as she goes to dodge it her legs give way beneath her. The injuries to her shoulder had only allowed her to hold out against his greater weight for so long, and now she was paying the price. Her shoulder would definitely take quite some time to heal, and would probably scarred permanently as well.

The hiss that escapes him as he commands her to go down causes her to pin her ears back while spitting the clump of fur from his mane as she pulled it from him as she fell to the ground. A last swipe is aimed at his face at his words. ""You do not command me - you are a false king, and you will fall one day. Be it by my paws or another's."" Cassandra hissed from her position on the ground. She had only fallen because the wounds sustained to her shoulder could not hold her up any longer, and her legs had finally given way because of the weight pressing down on her. It was a miracle she hadn't fallen sooner. As she finally was able to look around and see the chaos raging around her, she spotted many of those she cared about locked in fights.

Saga was locked in battle with another lioness - and it seemed it would be to the death once more. Morrigan was fighting against another as well, and it seemed vicious as well. She was mentally surprised to see Talisa of all lions fighting - she had thought her mother wasn't the type to fight battles. Her dual-toned gaze then landed on her beloved Myrkvi caught up in battle with another. What had she started...? Moving her gaze back to @Alaric, her face contorted into a snarl before speaking. ""I leave when my family leaves - and you might lose your own before the day is over."" Cassandra called after him as he moved away from her.

Pushing herself unsteadily to her paws, she limped over to her aunt @Nymeria and uncle @Aquila since they were her only family who weren't locked in battles for the moment. ""I... didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted a say in my own fate for once..."" She said softly, her demeanor a stark difference from her ferocious fight just a few moments before. Cassandra hadn't meant for any of this to happen - all she had intended to do was try to take an enemy pride for her own to give her a say over her own fate. ""I'm sorry..."" The Valour said, bowing her head as she looked to her family.

She was a wounded and bloody mess, but didn't dare ask her aunt to tend to her wounds. Others were battling their own fights right now (other more important than she was...) and would need her aunt Nymeria's capable paws more than she did if they were gravely injured.

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Distracted momentarily by the drop of her blood he spilled, dripping from her pretty, white face... he lacked the attentiveness to sense the pounding paws of her mate as he locked onto his backside, and was successfully taken out when @Elías shouldered him from the back, succeedingly gripping his leg and landing an aggressive bite along his spine.

As Caelum hit the ground, he was torn away from @Dhaveira. He scrambled for his footing, snarling out in pain and surprise as he felt the surge of it along his thigh, but mostly his spine. The male's teeth crunched against bone, and it sent an uncomfortable pang up his spine - likely a nerve.

Caelum twisted on the ground, finding the male nearly on top of him already, and attempted to hook his unsheathed claws into the lion's shoulders, attempting to pull himself up so he could bite at Elías' throat (or the base of his neck).

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Caelum vs. @Elías
Major Maim (TBD)
Round 1 2 3 4 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 19 + 7 + 8 + 10 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 2 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 6 + 19 + 20

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He slams into his opponent in a glorious collision, his teeth sinking deep into flesh and bone as @Caelum staggers to the ground, Elías in hot pursuit. He doesn't entirely crumble, having anticipated a potential toppling of the younger lion, and his muzzle retracts from the rolling twist of the man's spine — he isn't particularly fond of the idea of a face full of dirt and mud.

His right fore follows through with the movement from ripping through thigh muscle, lifting halfway to his chest before he attempts to slam his claws down on the family jewels. This is no fight for honor, and Elías has no qualms with fighting dirty. His muzzle swings to his left (in the direction of Caelum's fore-half) as his adversary is reaching for him, and whilst one set of claws latch firmly into his left shoulder, Elías attempts to intercept the left forepaw, trying to snap his teeth down from the ulnar edge. The low position of his head blocks direct access to his neck, and his enemy's teeth connect against the ridge of his brow, lower canines coming dangerously close to slicing through his already blinded left eye. Better to throw that side of his face into teeth, if he must.

elías vs caelum for major maim
move two of five

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 14 + 2 + 4 + 20 + 19 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 11 + 6 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 15 + 1 + 9 + 5

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you can take my heart, you can take my breath Like her husband, Revna was aware that this was a war, and she wasn't about to play fair. Attacking Amara from behind had been a strategy to give herself the upper hand. It was the smart thing to do when one was fighting for more than simply honor, and from the start it had worked in her favor. Revna's strategy paid off and she was able to knock Amara off balance, pushing her to the ground where the woman tried to twist into a more advantageous position. Naturally - and expectedly - Revna shifted forward as well as the object that had been holding her up was removed. One paw landed on the opposite side of Amara, so that she was straddling her with her front legs. Amara had managed to shift her fall so that she ended up beneath Revna, giving her access to her underbelly. Likewise, Revna was looking down at Amara's underside. An awkward position for the two of them. Revna had no idea Amara was into this sort of thing. The position she was in was a double-edged sword. She had access to Amara's vulnerable underbelly, but so did Amara have access to hers. Not only that, but it made it difficult to dodge any attacks from her opponent. Amara's claws reached out and slashed painful gashes into the soft skin of her unprotected stomach while her back legs flailed, lashing out and slashing gashes into her chest. A deep growl reverberated through her chest and she lifted one of her back legs and angled it inward, attempting to stomp it down, claws out for maximum damage, right onto Amara's face. Hoping this would distract her opponent from flailing her legs for a moment, Revna tried to time a dodge of Amara's back legs as well as she could, angling downward to dig her fangs into the woman's soft belly. If she got a foot, though, that wouldn't be so bad either. Damage could be done either way. Revna vs. @Amara Minor Maim - TBD Round 1 2 3 4 5 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 10 + 8 + 16 + 6 + 20 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 15 + 1 + 7 + 17 + 2 Luck: Rolling 6d20: 19 + 13 + 17 + 9 + 5 + 11 when you pry it from my cold, dead chest

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He knew of the bad blood Alaric and his wife held for this Sigrún family and any who stood alongside them. Truthfully, though, he hadn't foreseen war to be so imminent on the horizon, especially as this opposing faction didn't hold territory and Ecrosia was so large. This, however, was a fine exercise in studying the intricate web of relationships that spanned the island - so many pride scents, all intermingling with one another. Some familiar faces, but for the most part.... strangers. As he jogged past his home border and moved toward the centre of the swamp - and the scene of the fighting - he would note how things had already seemed to progress a fair bit. Most of his pride mates were already involved in battle, and Alaric himself confronting a band of strangers that were a little too close to private property - presumably, then, whoever had challenged him had already crawled away to lick their wounds. Taking a moment to suss out where he fit into it all, Ilarion would scan the audience for the only face he truly cared about.

Where is he? Where is Kazimir?

He is about to turn away from the crowd and head off in search of his companion.

He does not get the opportunity.

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War.

Thunder.

Drums.

It beats in his ears, a rising staccato that reaches a hellish crescendo. Pulling himself from his sick bed the rurik lumbers towards the battlefield with surprising grace, even with his limp. The limb was still healing, his body still fighting off fever. Bot the fever of infection but something more expansive. It's burrowed beneath his skin and when he breaks through the treeline and comes to the battlefield, Kazimir rurik does not see red.

He sees teal.

It sets him alight until every nerve-ending is ablaze. Sides have as he gulps down oxygen, mouth gone dry and suddenly he is gasping. His mind reels and tilts like a carnival ride, the writhing shapes of strangers little more than shadows against the mire. It is nothing he can make sense --

-- Until he does.

One form stands out from the rest, familiar and perfect. Ilarion has always been his saving grace, his motivation. Today, though, the wires get crossed in his brain. With all the chaos exploding around him and blood in the air, he latches onto Ilarion in the worst way. Heavy steps bring him closer and closer, eyes glassy and unfocused, as he listens to the whispers in his ears rather than the lurching of his heart.

No, no, he is a friend, he is my --

Нет, он не. у авгура нет друзей.

( and who are you to disagree? )

Steps fall faster as the drums pound louder and louder, echoing the snares with each footfall. He has no eyes for anything but his bondmate, all whispers pointed towards him. It is too late to stop, though. Head held low like a battering ram, kazimir attempts to slam into ilarions right side -- aiming to collide in a "T" formation. As he does, he swings his left front paw out and attempted to grab at Ilarions back right leg, hoping to grab him halfway between his elbow and calf.

kazimir vs. @Ilarion
for minor maim ( TBD)
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 4 + 8 + 10 + 1 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 5 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 12 + 9 + 16 + 13 + 20

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