Soon and swift do @Seneca and @Leander fall upon the challenger, engaging him in a battle that could only be compared to a glorious dogpile. Halimede may have joined it, if it wouldn't have become so overwhelmingly unfair to a man who'd clearly had no backup of his own. She was no stranger to a lack of honor in battle, but honor was scarcely an option when many times it lead to failure. Seneca had all but raised an army, why not use it? She watched as the crowd began to gather, children of Seneca and Andal onlookers alike. But just as soon as the battle had begun, it was over, and Ryker was left overpowered by the Miroslav brothers and left to return home with a few wounds to lick.

She couldn't help but notice above everything, however, that he smelled of a pride.

Whether or not he acted as a lone wolf or did so on behalf of his ilk was unknown to here, and even less were his motivations outside of perhaps a pure unadulterated desire for for Alma. Regardless, the deed was done, and if the Bluffs came knocking as a result, Halimede were more than ready to protect herself. And the Oasis. And Seneca, too, she guessed.

exit Halimede

One could hardly expect Ryker to succeed at his foolhardy task. With no backup and both Miroslav brothers upon him, it's only a matter of time before he relents, and Seneca allows his retreat from the fight with a low growl and a thin smirk. His words may be meant to jab, but the desert king never promised that he would play fair — no, Seneca Miroslav plays to win. "He'll be back," the monarch predicts casually, his gaze drifting towards @Alma with a slight quirk to his brow. "I suspect that next time, he won't be alone." It's pointed commentary meant for all of them; Seneca has no doubt that this was a test, and that it was never really about Alma. They would do well to be prepared for whatever future is coming. Without another word, he shrugs back off into the underbrush, making for the wellspring to quench a thirst. exeunt seneca

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They successfully defend @Alma, though the challenger does not leave without adding in his own two cents. Not that Leander cared all that much. What was the point of family and a healthy pride if they would not be there to overpower their opponents? He spies @Halimede depart out of the corner of his eyes and as @Seneca announces that trouble might be brewing with the Bluffs, the Heir determines that he is due for rest. Sore, bloodied and bruised, the Miroslav follows after his wife, eager to rest in their den until yet more problems would be throw his way. Exit Leander

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She smirked as they overpowered the poor idiot. Her heroes she had to admit though not out loud. It could appear unfair but it was his fault to test the Oasis. And she was happy to know they cared for her enough to not let them take her away. Another reason she enjoyed being on here. She liked Seneca from before and now even more. Leander too. Really all were worth following to.

She stretched her limbs, a yawn to let the boredom slip away from her system. She nodded to @Seneca's comment. "Por su puesto." She said as she looked at the lion that almost got her. But not for long. Slowly she began to walk away. "Gracias a todos" And she meant it to every lion in tye Oasis. And as soon as the words left her lips she was gone. Exit

T:
1. Of course
2: Thanks everyone

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+5 Observe a fight

There was no doubt in his mind that Seneca and Leander would win, and his assumption was proven true as they soundly beat the man.


A silent snarl crossed his features as Ryker dared to taunt the Oasis sovereign, but he only got as far as taking a single step forward when Seneca spoke and he stopped himself. If his sovereign was going to choose not to take offense then him chasing after him wouldn't help how things looked. Best just to let it go, but to remember the slight for the next time they saw each other.

"I will be ready," he promised Seneca. He didn't know what words Alma said, but could guess the sentiment.

Casting one last glance at the male's retreating form, Seraphiel turned to walk the border to see if anyone had taken advantage of their attention being elsewhere to sneak in.

-exit seraphiel-