Tentative, but alert - Baltasar found his opponent on edge, defensive. Of course, when she had just hurt Zahra so bad his sister had feinted, Baltasar could not blame her for being on the defensive. His slashing claws did not rip her face off as he'd intended and as her jaws parted to try and capture his wrist, he swiftly withdrew the attacking limb, catching on the feline's jaws on the way out to bruise. Whilst her claws came up to flail at his right side, clashing against his upper ribs, Baltasar attempted to use her balanced body against her - surging forward, he aimed to shunt his chest and shoulder against her chest in order to push her back, to shove her over and onto the ground. His own fangs flashed as he reached further, blindly aiming for cheek or ear to scrape and pinch as a backup.

Baltasar vs @Sarsaparilla
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 17 + 18 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 9 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 16 + 19 + 15 + 14

* -1 to hit/dodge due to fatigue

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Amara's belly was burning like a fire had been placed on it so when she felt a sharp pull of the paw in her mouth and felt the bones give way to the pressure of her bite she gave in. Her teeth tore the flesh before she let the paw go and as Revna moved away, Amara quickly and painfully got to her feet. She fully expected that she would be attacked again but it seemed that Revna got the message and was backing down. Fucking bitch wouldn't learn. She turned toward the chaos around her, not really knowing what was what or who was who. The desire to fight hadn't left her even as blood seeped out of her wounds. Echo was going to have her paws full healing the wounded here. Amara was going to need to find her another healer and soon to help with all this. Maybe that one from the pond would come with her, if she could find her again. She stood in the mess, her gaze on fire as she looked around. Fucking cub drowners. She yelled into the sounds around her, she wasn't sure who would hear her but she hoped that enough of their allies would or did they not care? Were they all ok with cubs being tossed to their death? Her golden gaze locked on a yearling male that look like Zoti. Her next target it would seem. She started a limping walk toward him, keeping a very open eye on everyone that may be near her. She would take him out.

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Alizabeth's attention had shifted from Alaric very quickly when she realized @Nero was fighting. Avidly did she watch his battle, not even paying attention to her surroundings - the woman uncharacteriscally worried. Brows knit together tightly, her ears pressing back as she holds her breath, watching him finish one fight and come out victorious. "Hell yeah, baby!" She cheers, her heart racing for him. The ivory lioness was about to approach and congratulate him, but he rushed toward another lion to start another fight. Immediately her stomach dropped and that worry she had been feeling before returned with a fire.

He fell, unconcious and likely in an immense amount of pain. Before @Corinthian can walk away she makes sure he hears, "You've got it fuckin' coming." She sneered, rushing over to Nero's side. Nostrils flare, taking in his scent and the smell of blood and puke overwhelms her. Gingerly she licks his face, attempting to console him, even if he can't hear her. Lifting her head, she roars, attempting to get the attention of any of the nearby healers. "HEY, someone come fuckin' help my boy. He's bleeding, a broken bone or some shit!" Ever the eloquent woman, teeth snap together in annoyance.

It was then she saw and heard @Amara speak. The hair along her spine bristled, blood boiling. Had Alaric been going around spreading lies? Were these fuckin' idiots stupid enough to attack first, ask questions later? Couldn't say she blamed them. That was her life motto. "Talk shit, get hit." Was all she would mutter before lurching forward. She'd have to apologize to Nero later. The call of war was overwhelming and she wanted to fuckin' sink her teeth into someone. If a healer didn't show up to heal him, she'd have to bite their ass.

For now, however, her attention focused on the Wolfbron Sovereign. It didn't matter who she was, at this moment - in this war, she was the enemy. While her build was small, her speed was great and Alizabeth would attempt to slam the entirety of her weight with her right shoulder directly into Amara's left ribcage. Hoping to try and tackle the woman. Jaws would also simultaneously try and snap for the left side of her neck, toward the lower bits where it was nice and meaty. Getting a good grip would help give her an advantage, but this bitch looked like she knew what she was doing. Alizabeth would have to be careful.

Alizabeth vs. @Amara
For Minor Maim
1 / 5
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 12 + 16 + 9 + 3 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 18 + 9 + 1 + 20 + 13 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 13 + 11 + 16 + 15

define your meaning of war, to me, it's what we do when we're bored

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Momentum cast them in their fated paths. Walpurgis' jaws had stubbornly kept their grip thus far but her neck was contorted, twisted around side-backwards like a dog who had jumped slightly beyond the frisbee they were chasing. Walpurgis was doggish at the best of times, and bullish at the worst. Guess this was the best of times and worst of times now. She felt the bump as her shoulder met his chest, a muffled pain for her, but mostly she felt the strain of her head becoming too much as his neck leaned over her. Strain fought with the instinct telling her to push, to seize the weakness she had uncovered. She snarled a single note as she was forced to release the grip. It wasn't a conscious choice but apparently her body had a limit for pain and vulnerability, even if she did not.

Her injured limb still ached and with her balance off, and orientation near gone, the chaos of war ringing in her ears, she had no way to counter his crashing weight even if she had been smart enough to predict it. She inhaled a panicked gasp which was immediately crushed out of her as she landed on her right side with his weight over her ribs. This just in: mud was not softer than sand. There would be tender bruising all around her ribs as well as a worsening stiffness in her neck the next few days. The claw wounds in her shoulders worsened from the assault, soaking the fur around them. Her jaws worked, fangs bloodied and attempting to rake at anything she could reach. She attempted to draw her left paw toward her chest, claws out, mainly with the instinct to keep her weapons close to her throat but also opportunistically trying to slash along his face/neck/whatever is in reach bc ~~positions.

@Khal vs Walpurgis
Minor maim (tbd)
4/5

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 9 + 20 + 6 + 4 + 10 + 18 + 12 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 7 + 1 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 12 + 16 + 5 + 8

@Nero dropped the tail vestige at her feet and she followed it's descent through the air to the earth where she reached down and immediately snapped it up for herself in her jaws. An abnormal gift to be sure, but strangely all the more befitting the battle field they found themselves on this day with thundering growls and blood staining the earth. I'll get us flowers after. Naz shouted after Nero as he began to run off towards his next target.

Naz's feet began too to move. They raced along in his wake. Ducking away from one rolling body, twisting around the other and keeping Nero's heels in their gaze while they ran. Praying he'd have the same luck in this bout... Naz skidded to a halt near the colliding pale alabaster bodies and watched the sides, the flanks for any interference.

It was the sickening crack of Nero's leg that snapped them back to looking at the actual fight. The cove lion lording over Nero's fallen and exhausted body. Still breathing but a sight that made Nazonal's heart sink and race. Without hesitation they raced to close the distance, wanting to stand over her friend with one paw ready to raise to set down gently on his bloody flesh protectively. Her toothy grin morphed into a fierce snarl, brown eyes fierce and ready to beat off anyone who got too close to them and Nero.

And she was beaten there by @Alizabeth, unfortunately with no way to know her intentions she received as much a snarl and angry growl as anyone else would. Hey he's already down! She attempted to shove Alizabeth with her shoulder, brutish and tough.... She was shouting... She was running off. Help... He needs help. She echoed the cries of the woman before she rushed off into battle. Nazonal shifted into the space left by Alizabeth and then lingered protectively over Nero until she could formulate their way out of here...

He swung his right limb back from the traces he'd left on her side, her left shoulder jettisoning into his right shoulder with resounding force. His chest expelled the last bit of tired hot breath he had in his lungs out of his lips and into the air between them, what little there was. He jerked his right limb backwards and as he tried to get it to the ground, to untangle them from their fight, he grappled it around her left elbow and quickly twisted with force until he could feel it pop out of her socket. Her grip upon his face painful, deep and throbbing. He would twist himself down, away and taking a few steps backwards from her with a decent part of the flesh around his lower jaw now torn free and still in her jowls. Aquila snarled, turning to the other lions who were around here- the pirates and the mire. Who was next?

He eyed @Alaric with a deep frown. Long live Jafar. Long live the Sigrun. Long live Cassandra. In spite of the lions like him and those he kept who would walk upon his homelands. All of it and think they were owed anything.

@Myra vs. Aquila
Minor Maim - Dislocating Myra's Left Elbow

- He's up for another fight if anyone is interested -

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[[i waited way too long to post him again lmao so many pages, i hope i got everyone XD]]

Interestingly enough, @Roarke seemed to have something personal against the boy. Curiosity, and instinct honed over a lifetime of working and fighting alongside the man, held Edward in place where he might otherwise shift to join the main group of the crew. Pinning Roarke's target between them was a little more important, at the moment, than a slightly stronger show of solidarity. Though the approach of a small girl did earn a laugh - he'd have to give her credit for such a brazen display.

And then the king himself decided to confront them, spouting incorrect assumptions about the situation. Bloodied and fatigued, he was less of an imposing figure as he might have been when at full health and strength...and against only a single member of the crew at a time (if that). Against the group, it was just an amusing show - a toothless jackal nipping at their heels.

However, the blatant amusement on his face would shift to equally blatant disapproval as @Leviathan's boys joined the scene, "Ohhh, I think y'just lost any moral high ground here." Judgmental gaze fixed on @Alaric - the crew might be unapologetically opportunistic, but they didn't hurt kids, not on purpose.

Ears flicked toward the sudden calling of what must be the conscious boy's name (Levi'd spoken about them, but Ed had no faces to match to names before now), spotting a battered woman (@Úlla) approaching. He wasn't ready to immediately trust her, but she seemed more concerned than aggressive at the moment. "Seems this lot nearly killed 'im." He had no reason to assume @Finnulf was lying.

@Calhoun shifted focus to helping the boys, and he expected Levi's would do the same. Edward's, of course, would shift from the fun of raiding a distracted pride (and trusting @Archesia's disappearance meant she'd find something so the effort wasn't a total loss) to ensuring nobody interfered with taking care of the kids. He didn't move from his spot yet, but was more than ready to jump in and prevent anyone from going after Cal or Levi.

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He did as his old friend asked, keeping an ear trained on the two lions as they departed. But his eyes never left the clay woman pressed against him. She had not moved and neither had his grin for her. Do you? He rumbles in full amusement of her stubbornness. Do you have peace? You look as though you do not know what true peace is. But fear not, Wretch. Fore I do. And I can show you. His red orbs swept up and down with open suggestion before he let out a crazed fit of chuckles. It was a few more moments before he finally stepped away. We will meet again. The words mixing with his laugh. Next time I will make sure you know. Until then, repent. And repent hard. There is only so much I can do to save you. Oblivion turned away then, but he would not follow @Mordecai and @Arishem . They appeared far enough way now to not be bothered by anyone else. Until next time, Filth. He called out over his shoulder. /exit Oblivion @Hazel

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As Morrigan and Sahir's fight pushed onward (and seeming to be coming to a close with how they both seemed to be losing steam) Keir's attention would once more sweep the many battles that were still ongoing. He would find himself locking back onto @Nero once more, the boy finding himself in yet another battle - and this one not seeming to go as well as the first. Blue eyes would narrow as he watched, slowly stalking forward toward the duo, watching as the albino lost his stomach contents before falling to the white lion. The all too familiar sound of bones cracking would cause his the obsidian lion's ears to twist backward slightly before realizing the sound had come from Nero. Keir would feel his blood begin to boil, the rushing in his ears and the adrenaline beginning to pump quicker throughout his body. And then @Alizabeth would yell out for a medic, standing at the boy's side briefly before she threw herself at the Bluffs Queen.

And then it happened.

Shades of red was all he saw, his chest heaving with the heavy breathing his body was being consumed by. He was trying to calm himself, to try to keep himself out of this war for his true target wasn't achievable today, but something inside the brute snapped - just like Nero's leg. With a blood curdling roar would he rush forward, pushing with all his might and giving him the speed he wanted to clear the distance and head straight toward the white lion. Keir was attempting to barrel right into the right side of the lion, jutting his right shoulder out to attempt to ram it right into the ribs and give more of an impact. Tail would lash about wildly behind him and his unsheathed claws would grip into the ground to help with his traction, ears pinning into his mane and his jaws clenching tightly shut for the time being as he embraced for possible collision.

You mess with my brother, you mess with me.


Keir vs @Corinthian
for Minor Maim
round i/v
Hits

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 10 + 1 + 5 + 12 + 7

Dodges

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 19 + 12

Luck

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 14 + 11 + 15 + 1 + 4

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alaric couldn't help it -- he laughed. as @Cassandra spewed her nonsense about false kings he barked a short laugh, jerking his head back and well out of reach of her claws. a sneer curled his lip over his teeth, but he doesn't lower himself to respond to her. instead he rolls his eyes as he turns his back on her, ignoring everything else that came from the beaten child. @Alizabeth briefly pulled his attention from his stalking path to the pirates, but he only gave her a similar roll of his eyes. "not the time," he snapped, clearly not in the mood for her teasing and games. there were far more serious matters at hand -- specifically the fact that his wife was in a fight to the death, and his pride was being threatened. fights were everywhere but he only had eyes for the pirates, thankful that they didn't seem inclined to pick a fight now that he had come. myra joins him for a moment, but then the cowardly king of the brook attacks her and he snarls his displeasure. to pick on her when he was standing right there? how very brave of him. "opportunity is gone," he snapped, at the captain of the crew, his focus on @Calhoun. he was exhausted and stretched thin, and yet there was little doubt he'd start and finish a fight if he needed to. no matter how bloody giant the opponant was. it is only when @Finnulf appears that he is visibly shook, his gaze focusing on the unconscious boy on his back. "what did you do to him? @Emrik?" genuine concern was evident on the man's face, evaporating quickly in to anger at the blatent lies. "that boy," he states with a deadly calm in his voice, "has been a ward of the Mire. he was found alone, seemingly orphaned, and came willingly to join us. we have taken good care of him." there is zero hesitance in his voice, his gaze flipping from @Calhoun to @Edward to the near frantic @Úlla. "we did not do this." they would not believe him, but alaric had no energy to fight his point. if they wanted to take the boy then so be it -- evidently they were family anyway. "take him and go, get out of her." he stood steady between them and the rest of the pridelands, clearly unwilling to let them move any further than this bloodied clearing. when the hell would it be over?

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