The first assault is a success, as Erna's dark talons tear into the Sigrun woman's flesh, drawing first blood and filling the air with the metallic scent. It was not going to be the last blood shed tonight, and if Erna had a say in it Saga's body will lay in a pool of red by the end of the evening. Her limb returns to the ground after its success, aiding the Rike's ever-shifting balance.

Saga's continual turn makes Erna's attempt to topple her over unsuccessful, but the chimeran opponent stumbles towards the banshee in the process. This allows Erna's teeth to find purchase across the lower portion of Saga's neck, failing to find the jugular. Furious at this failure, Erna makes no attempt to maintain a grip. Her teeth snape back, chin tucking towards her breast to shield her own throat.

Erna pivots to her own left, attempting to return to the position she originally was approaching Saga from (Saga's right side, basically in a T position). In the process, the Sigrun Jarl's claws tear through the flesh where Erna's ribs connect with the back of her shoulder, trailing all the way to the middle of her right shoulder, leaving shallow cuts in their wake. The pain stung and the cuts oozed red immediately. Due to Erna's movement, Saga's teeth end up piercing the upper side of Erna's right shoulder, tearing a small chunk in the process and pulling a wild snarl of pain from the wench.

In retaliation and out of pure hatred, her jaws snapped forward. Her front teeth attempted to pierce the Sigrun's right cheek, while her lower teeth attempted to hook under the right jawbone, into the soft, fleshy spot beneath. Simultaneously, left paw lifted, claws attempting to land across the upper back of the enemy.

Everything was happening fast, and her whole body felt on fire. It felt as if everything culminated in this battle, in the beauty of this chaos erupting around them. She was going to destroy Saga, and then she will continue plucking them out one by one. Watch me, she thought watch me as I squash you one by one, like the vermin you are. There was not a drop of doubt in her victory. Vaguely, she wondered if her kin were here to watch her single-handedly behead the snake. To watch her do what they should've done a long time ago.

Erna vs. @Saga
Death
Round 2 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 7 + 4 + 16 + 2 + 19 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 17 + 7 + 16 + 4 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 3 + 10 + 8 + 15

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Sahir grunted as he made impact against the lioness, his shoulder throbbing with sharp pain where he would surely be bruised later on. Satisfaction bloomed within his chest as he felt his claws land their mark, though it was short-lived as he felt her counter with a swipe at his right ear. The claws snagged at his flesh and the tender skin bubbled with blood, instinct demanding that he sweep his ears back tighter against his skull to try and prevent further damage. While he was able to snap his jaws closed around her cheek, the grip was short-lived as she tore her head away from him to snap her teeth around his lower jaw. Sahir snarled with pain as her fangs dug into the sensitive skin inside his mouth, causing it to fill with the familiar, metallic taste of blood from the puncture wounds.

Angered, Sahir used a move he had first tested in his fight for Caladan. He swung his head violently to his left, attempting to knock it into his opponent's to try and injure and disorient her while moving his jaw free. As he lowered his already-lifted left paw from his attack on her neck, he attempted to rake his claws down the muscled flesh of her right shoulder with all the downward force he could muster.

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Sahir Najma vs. @Morrigan
Minor Maim (leg break)
Round 2 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 6 + 5 + 3 + 9 + 4 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 18 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 5 + 7 + 8 + 6 + 12

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It did not matter, in the end, that @Zahra had silently agreed to be calm - within moments his sister is attacked and the shadowling stood, backing away in order to give his sister room to fight. Outrage at the attack was quickly smothered - the Sigrún were not weak and Baltasar would not disgrace his warrior sister by intervening on her behalf. He knew perfectly well how capable the women in his family were of defending themselves. But as he watched the chaos erupt around him, Baltasar felt a little of what his sister did - the war drum pounding in his skull. He might be a cold, analytical creature, but the adrenaline surged. What would Vellen think, if he sat on the sidelines whilst his sister fought on the Sigrún front against their enemies?

Sharp black eyes watched the arrival of more and more, the rage against their enemies blew hot in his belly. In the chaos, it was hard to decipher who was friend and who was enemy, but he caught scent of Wolfbron and knew that to be an enemy scent. His dark gaze locked upon the skulking form of @Elaine ♔, her shout to her mother highlighting the Bluffs High Sovereign locked in battle with a Sigrún wife. An enemy then.

Slick as oil, the melanistic male slipped around the fighting bodies and aimed directly for the left side of the Wolfbron teen. With his head lowered to align with his spine, he aimed to ram his forehead against the tender flesh of her abdomen - not only to rid her of breath but attempting to also knock the girl flying. Whoever she was looking for, whatever trouble she had hoped to cause, Baltasar intended to stop it.

Baltasar vs. @Elaine ♔
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 10 + 5 + 16 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 13 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 7 + 11 + 12 + 20

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Fashionably late. It was truly the best kind of late. Apollinaire Dieudonne followed after he saw his starry-furred Queen and a few other Bluffs members leave the territory. Was there a party they forgot to invite him to? What a shame, really. No event could be called great without his presence! He had to correct their mistake.

The scents begin to overwhelm him the moment he steps foot through what was seemingly a claimed territory. Was this another challenge? What greets him was far better. Chaos. Uncontrolled, magnificent chaos. "Mon, comment merveilleux!" He spoke out loud, his voice drowning out in the snarls and screams around him. The scent of blood fluttered past his nostrils and Apollinaire drank the air hungrily. To the distance, Amara was engaged in battle and so was Charax. There were a few other Wolfbron members scattered, including Louve.

He was uncertain what caused this eruption. Nonetheless, the suave man was going to take his own pound of flesh, both literally and figuratively. Now, where do we begin? He glanced about with a wild grin.

Apollinaire is attempting to find @Olive

Rolling 1d10: 10

- Rolling a 1-3 means that the other character is successfully hidden and cannot be discovered in that thread, by anyone.
- Rolling a 4 or higher means that your character has successfully found the hidden character, and can react accordingly in their next post.

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It was a long trip from the Hollows to the Mire, but Saga's call couldn't go unanswered. He knew that Erna was within the Mire and while the rest of them were scattered around, the war cry made it clear that things were happening. Máni's grey body lumbered into the Mire, his gaze sweeping around as he entered the lands and headed toward the apparent sound of fighting. It was hard to miss the feeling of excitement that rolled through his blood as he got closer. He hadn't been a part of things before, but now he would be able to. The Rike was shedding the fake niceness that he had around him for others and was ready to spill some blood! He arrived and was nearly salivating at the thick scent of blood that was heavy in the air. His gaze found a large, dark female who seemed ready for a fight. That was his target.

Mine. Oh, how he wished he could rush across the battleground but there were to many battling bodies in the way. Máni moved to weave around some of the bystanders. He attempted to come upon @Nadia's right side with his full speed attempting to thrust his shoulder forward into her ribcage while his jaws parted and attempted to bite down in the fleshy area of her shoulder. A gleeful look rolled over his face as the fight started. This was pure bliss

Máni vs @Nadia
Major Maim (TBD)
Round 1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 2 + 19 + 20 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 8 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 16 + 8 + 17 + 6

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As Sláine's claws met (and then slid away from) their mark, the female's briefly airborne form would seek to land and balance on the feet of her rear limbs so that she was stood upright on two legs.

Her hopes to grapple with the lion were prevented by his sudden forward rush and his jaws snaking out dangerously toward her. This move almost toppled the woman over as she desperately sought to stay upright by adjusting her stance and hopping backward a step or two.

Sláine tried to jerk her opening mouth downward to intercept his own, her teeth bared, but she had moved too slow and felt his jaws bite into the shallow fleshy skin folds of her neck (just below her lower jaw). Blood erupted from the shallow puncture wounds at her neck as Sláine continued on with her own attempted attack, adjusting marginally to try to snap her jaws at the bronze male's eyes/brow bone.

Her claws had been unable to take purchase of his cheeks, so Sláine instead had slid them down and tried to grip both sets of her foreclaws at either side of his mane covered neck, it was an attempt to use him to balance herself rather than aiming to injure. Though with any luck, she might do both.

@Sláine vs. @Aquila
Minor Maim
Round 2 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 18 + 8 + 20 + 2 + 14 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 11 + 4 + 19 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 15 + 20 + 2

Nadia stood at the ready, her dark ears laced back onto her perfectly chiseled crown as she surveyed for a few moments the absolute carnage that took place around her. But truthfully, she didn't have any intentions of simply spectating, she was ready to draw blood at the drop of a hat. And that hat would in fact drop in the form of @Máni. There were plenty of bodies scattered about but the shuffling of paws to her right caused her to turn; his approach was fast, and Nadia knew she wouldn't be able to outrun him as he barreled towards her. Instead, she could only shift her body slightly so that instead of her ribs taking the blunt of his ram it would be her right shoulder instead. The direct contact from the male would cause a whoosh of air to be expelled from her lungs, meanwhile his teeth sunk in right along her withers.

The woman let out a snarl before she would quickly move to rotate and face him. Doing this only caused his teeth to shred down the skin of her back, but she couldn't focus on the pain that lingered in their wake. Instead her dark gaze narrowed as she moved towards him, claws unsheathed as her left forepaw would reach outward in an attempt to rake down the man's chest. Teeth bared she snapped at his muzzle, hoping to lock onto the man and clench down.

Nadia v. @Máni
Major Maim
Round 1/5

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 5 + 19 + 10 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 8 + 19 + 13 + 3 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 19 + 16 + 13 + 20 + 7

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Bard exp +5 Attend a challenge(2/2) +5 Apply dye/paint on yourself or someone else(2/2) +10 Participate in a raid or war (Guarding EM cubs) (1/2) Everything turned bad as she watched more enemies breaking through their borders, with clear intentions of bringing war to their home. She snarled, feeling this as a nightmare, but even though a part of her screamed her to run, by no way she would leave her family and friend behind, she was small but not a coward. Family was everything for the wheat yearling. She reinforced the paints on her, wanting to be fully painted out. Ready for the war physically and mentality alike. But before she did any further actions, her father @Ronin stepped forward, giving her clear instructions. And even though she would love to help him and the rest with fighting or something, she knew her younger siblings were vulnerable and even more with both parents actively fighting. Fear invaded her when she saw both into a maim with an enemy, but she needed to do as she was told. Silently she disappeared, doing so towards where the cubs were hidden, and fiercely she placed herself in the entrance, half body in and only her face and forelegs outside, making herself a barrier between her young siblings and the outside world.

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She wouldn't be kept waiting long. As Valkravn glanced over at Morrigan as she spewed out words in a foreign tongue did she catch sight of the Caladan King barreling straight toward her. This would cause for the woman to take a large step back swiftly, releasing a snarl. She didn't want to be in the way of the two now interlocked in battle, and as she let out a breath would she be greeted by her own duel. A large white lion came crashing into her, feeling the impact of a front paw smacking her square on her right shoulder blade. The familiar white hot sting of flesh being torn would cause for her to release another snarl, lavender eyes narrowing onto her target. "þú hrygglausi ormurinn þinn!" You spineless worm! The words would be let out in a hiss as blood trickled freely from the fresh wounds upon her shoulder, Valkravn tucking her neck closer to her body just in time, causing for her opponent's teeth to instead sink into her right cheek. The feeling of fangs piercing the thick skin would bring the Heiress to see red, her body slightly rocking back and forth on her heels before she unleased her fury. With a roar would Valkravn attempt to tear her cheek free from the male's grasp by lunging her skull toward his in an aggressive headbutt, her right front paw lifting itself into the air. Her toes flexed as claws remained unsheathed, attempting to twist and strike its way toward the male's left side. She didn't care where she were aiming, as long as her claws were able to grip into flesh and tear downward to make him bleed. Tail would lash behind her wildly to help aide in balance, ears staying pinned and her weight being distributed between the limbs still planted on the ground, claws gripping the ground to help further in balance. Valkravn vs. @Corinthian For Minor Maim Round i/v Hits: Rolling 6d20: 18 + 5 + 9 + 13 + 14 + 11 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 4 + 16 + 19 + 1 + 15 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 8 + 11 + 16 + 7

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it seems she lacks the aptitude for hiding as much as brawling. carmine eyes clash with his own as he pursues her with the fervency of a bloodhound, and had the babe known of her pride’s affiliations with his and the blood shed between them, she might have fled upon detection from his ravenous gaze. but she is naive to their politics and thus assumes he is merely on the hunt for a seat in the stands of her makeshift colosseum, and she offers him a soft chuff in beckon. a single forepaw lifts to motion to the underbrush to her right, and she sinks lower into the bush to avoid further exposure: a pretty fool. tag: @Apollinaire

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