@Ryker VS. @Seneca FOR @Cassine
— RESULTS —

Ryker Hits: 3+3+4 = 10
Ryker Dodges: 1+2+2 = 5

Seneca Hits: 3+4+2 = 9
Seneca Dodges: 2+1+3 = 6

Ryker Successful Hits: 4
Seneca Successful Hits: 4

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TIE-BREAKER

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Ryker Hits: 4+1 Luck = 5
Ryker Dodges: 2

Seneca Hits: 4
Seneca Dodges: 1

Ryker Successful Hits: 4
Seneca Successful Hits: 2

@Ryker HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR @Cassine!

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Ears slicked back more in irritation than defense as he continued going after her rump. On the up side, her claws did catch a bit of his face. Curse would continue to curl toward him, trying to get herself into a more favorable position.

Until his fangs went for her rear again, then she huffed and planted her feet and attempted to slam her rear directly into his face, "Get the fuck off my ass." While his fangs would clip her right thigh both through his attack and her own, and she could feel fresh wounds opening, she still hoped to ram his nose or jaw hard enough to at least get him to back off long enough for her to twist herself into a better position.

She didn't really care what his motivations were. Her own might have mirrored them if she thought Alizabeth might be watching. The small, scarred, woman had once asked if she could fight, and Curse was always eager to prove her worth. But the lagoon king was engaged in her own scuffle and so Curse fought for her own safety and survival, with very little interest in mercy.

Curse vs. @Poltergeist (@CloudyNight)
GTFO my ass (Dominance)
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 4 + 9 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 8 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 19 + 20 + 1 + 7

she keeps the matches under the mattress, she keeps a smoking gun by her side, she keeps the cold and the fever it catches, you should know better by now,

she’ll burn you down CURSE

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

Successful, more or less, in its efforts, his right forepaw would return to the ground, the motion leaving @Seneca's own searching claws landing somewhere around his mid-forearm as it lowered and he aimed to move back a step. The backward motion would pull his shoulder back, preventing the other male's fangs from finding a grip, though they still sliced through the front edge, allowing fresh blood to stain his fur. His move backward was intended to put him in a slightly better position for his next attempt. Ryker's fangs would, again, try to close over the area of Seneca's left eye - either to wound him further or drive him back.

He may never admit, out loud, how close the battle felt. He needed the man to back the fuck down because if he lost Cassine...Well, on the one paw he wondered if the rest of her family wouldn't just eat him alive, and on the other he wondered if that might spark a greater war than this little scuffle.

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

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Tripfire felt his shoulders burn, all the lacerations she was giving him were creating quite a bloody mess on his fur. Yes, despite his fur being red tinted the darker red of blood was making it look far more brutal than it was. Still, he pursued, his paw made contact with her head and a wicked sneer peeled across his lips. Step two now. Claws curled trying to find purchase in the flesh of hus opponent's temple. Pushing hard with all his might to try and topple her down.

Tripfire relinquished his hold on her cheek to hiss venemously at her, "back the hell down!" Eyes narrowed he saw her jaws and turned his head to meet them. Her top teeth would graze the side of his muzzle enough to start some bleeding, while his own jaws sought to grab a hold of her bottom jaw. It was a obscene make out attempt.


Tripfire vs Zahra
for
Dominance
3 // 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 9 + 17 + 15 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 6 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 8 + 15 + 7 + 10

He is drawn to the chaos, to the claiming cries and the fiery inferno of anger and the cold sting of resentment. The hound is perched upon the edge of the pit, peering into the dusty, bloodstained basin with his typically cold gaze alight with rapt attention. The spectacle down below was a truly marvelous sight to behold. The endless, chaotic swirl of emotions whirling and churning within the souls below until they emerged in physical form, in the flash of fangs and the swipe of claws. In the spray of crimson that arced through the air, glittering like the most precious of rubies, before being stomped into the dirt by frantic paws.

It's terrible. It's beautiful. It's the most entertainment Cerberus has had to watch in months.

Until suddenly, his lavender gaze catches on her. That familiar willowy shape, the image a bold, fearless woman sculpted from clay and brought to life in a shroud of shadow. A graceful whirl of stripes, dappled like the moonlight ridges of an undisturbed sand dune. @Aidoneus.

Once he spots her, she is all he sees. His only sister, whom he had feared (hoped?) he might never see again. The enigma, as much his salvation as she was his destruction. The one who had slipped through his paws like so many grains of sand. She's here.

And in a cruel twist of fate that he might later say would probably make for one of the better tragedies to be immortalized in myth by his family, an interloper seeks to rip her away from him before he can even accept that he's found her, before he can even decide on what to do with his discovery.

He doesn't even realize he's lurching forward, not until he's already sliding down the wall of the pit, half-airborne as his moonlight-streaked toes just barely scrabble against the rough vertical surface, knocking loose various pebbles and stones as he goes and leaving a miniature rockslide in his wake. He hits the bottom hard, rolling through a dust cloud of his own making, in a tangle of smoke-tinged limbs and tail. There are many points where he could feel the edges of his bones collide harshly with the unforgiving ground beneath him, many places that will undoubtedly bruise later, but it does not deter him from rolling to his feet. This temporary pain cannot direct him away from his goal, cannot keep from getting to get to Aidoneus's side.

@Euphrosyne is there too, a pale flash sweeping across the battlefield like a graceful wraith in the corner of his eye, but the hound can spare her only the most fleeting of glances, too consumed in his unrelenting charge across this wretched arena, all of his focus narrowed down to just getting between his sister and @Kieran. "You will not dare!" The roar sounds foreign to his own ears, the ragged notes of rage and fear scraping harshly across the usually calm, smooth tone of his voice, fire licking at his throat so strongly that he thinks he can taste the ash upon his tongue.

He can't be too late. He can't. For too long, the hound has left Aidoneus's side unguarded, wrapped up in everything that had come to pass, everything that might yet comd to pass - But he's here now. He's nearly there. It has to mean something. It has to be enough.

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

Beast came hunting, sniffing along the edge for scraps. Unattended children and the like. Children screamed extremely loud relative to body size, and Vermier did intend to deliver a message. Any offense against them would be taken as a declaration of total war. Amara was forced to fight a piebald male, similar to the ugly beast who had stolen away his Genya. He cared little for the maiden any more but the harshest blow was ever dealt to his pride. So in revenge he would take! Slash! Like charging bull, barely under command. Battles were beginning to escalate. Others of his pride took more strategic targets, following orders. But orders were for less esteemed and creative beings than himself. At least orders given by Amara. So when he saw @Ragna again he saw the perfect opportunity for symmetric revenge. This split-face hoe had come to support Ulla when she had taken his Lagoon, and she had defeated Bee when she had tried to maim her on his orders. And now she was here, talking but not invested in the fighting. Did she think he wouldn't see? Did she think he did not remember - did not punish haughtiness against him to the utmost?

Didn't matter what she thought. What mattered was what she might think. What others might think. Revenge, his claws curled and he felt their sharpness. It felt better than the usual soreness he felt. Felt awake. Alive. Drool filled the scarred pockets of his lips. Vermier aimed to approach from behind, wanting to take advantage of her distraction, but he really couldn't help but grin as he toed on little prancy cat feet and his target was obvious if anyone was following his gaze. He attempted to jump onto her back with his front claws extended to try to claw down the sides of her shoulders, while his gaping and hungry maw attempted to chew her right ear.

Vermier vs @Ragna
Minor maim / scarring
1/4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 10 + 20 + 2 + 15 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 12 + 6 + 19 + 2 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 12 + 8 + 19 + 18

Beelzebub tires of these wars. They set an ache in her bones — a constant reminder that it never stops, that Odin will always have his penance, one way or another. Her gods are cruel and fickle, but as she has come to learn, so is much of the world; they are made for one another, with plenty of greed and fury to go around. And her? She is just a cog in their machine, a vassal to spread the message, a bridge between this world and the next.

And when she crosses that divide, she will gladly feast in Odin's hall.

She follows after the slew of Bluffs lions, certain of her mission and her place, even if she loathes it sometimes. Even if all she wants is for the world to fall silent. Along the ridge of the pit, she takes in the chaotic scene slowly, taking note of faces she knows and those she doesn't — and when she sees an older lioness from Andal bearing down upon young @Louve ♔, her features twist into a snarl.

For family, Bee will do damn near anything — and she has been a part of every vital moment in the youngest Dieudonnés' existence; she witnessed the tragedy of their coming into this world, and has seen them grow from toddling babes to sleek and ready forces of nature. But they are still children, and she does not hesitate for even a moment to leap to their defense.

Her head dips down as the Bezra moves to engage, rapidly picking up speed as she seeks to intercept @Kira at a perpendicular angle. Beelzebub attempts to plow forcibly into the woman's right shoulder, her jaws surging forward in an attempt to use her slight height difference to her advantage, attempting to sink her teeth into and obtain a grip upon the woman's scruff.

beelzebub & louve vs kira for dominance
move one of three
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 19 + 18 + 4 + 17 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 5 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 15 + 3 + 12 + 14 + 13

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By this point, Leander is exhausted. There is much at stake and the chaos about them only highlights the importance of this fight for it would appear that there was more than simple dislike brewing on the horizon. Her talons sting along his neck, teeth gritted as they find purchase under his skin -- tearing and sinking deeper as they continue their tussle. @Amara's right paw drags through the side of Leander's left neck as she aims to return one forepaw to ground. Her talons leave shallow lacerations on his skin but tear a sizeable chunk of his fiery mane, a snarl leaving clamped jowls as they leave their mark.

Leander attempts to drag his right paw with claws unsheathed down from her cheek to the side of her neck, talons seeking purchase as he attempts to continue to bring Amara to ground with his hold on her neck. The Heir of the Oasis also attempts to shift the brunt of his weight forwards and onto his opponent, hoping to weigh her down. Her left paw continues to prickle at the right side of his neck -- a pain made worse by his movement but a most required sacrifice nevertheless. Thankfully the thickness of his mane would protect him from serious damage but it still stings miserably.

@Leander vs @Amara
For Wolfbron Bluffs
Round 4 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 9 + 8 + 5 + 10 + 12 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 20 + 12 + 8 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 4 + 10 + 12 + 14

Narsil arrives in the thick of the moment, lions fighting everywhere and the smell of blood was intoxicating. Ears flattened to her head while she patrolled the group minding to not get in anyones way. A familiar sight caught her amber eyes, her sister fighting someone. For a moment time seemed to slow to her, because while she watched her sister engage her opponent someone else was trying to join in on the fun. hell no A growl bubbled up from within and she was moving quickly. She started at a jog that turned into a with her run claws out to aid in traction. her tail lashing behind her in a banner. Eyes narrowed for protection while she attempted to slam into @Beelzebub from her left side near the back end. Paws up she attempted to grapple the womans back end and pull with the momentum of her hit. Jaws meanwhile attempted to snap forward across the womans rump above the base of the tail while she snarled, "Keep the fuck off her!" Narsil & Kira vs Louve & Beelzebub for Dominance [get off my sister!] 1 // 3 Hits:  Rolling 5d20: 15 + 18 + 17 + 6 + 11 Dodges:  Rolling 3d20: 8 + 13 + 2 Luck:  Rolling 5d20: 6 + 5 + 3 + 9 + 13

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@Kira @Beelzebub @Louve ♔

they were almost finished now — cassine could feel it in her bones, and in the way in which the adrenaline pounded so wildly within her ears with every turn and snap of their fangs. it was now or never, and she knew that; it was time for the revenge that she so hungrily sought and to prove, once and for all, that wolfbron was no place for their foolishness and false ambitions.

another snarl rose from cassine’s chest as she managed to sink her fangs deeper into alma’s hide, seeking to grip the tender area with as much might and strength as she could muster, with the hopes of maximizing her foe’s discomfort. the andal woman was just as stubborn, however, as her own grip succeeded in tightening around cassine’s forepaw, causing the lacerations to cut deeper as the air swirled with the sickly, copper perfume of battle.

but there was still more coming. because it was a moment later that the parisian saw the glint of claws swinging back towards her face — and it was only then that cassine sought to release the hold that her fangs had had, jaws slacking and stained with crimson as she attempted to rear her head back slightly. despite this, alma’s claws still managed to collide with the flesh of cassine’s snout, tearing moderate wounds as pain flared across the sensitive area in a burst of flames and blooming annoyance. without wasting a breath, however, cassine would look for swift retribution as parted jaws aimed to tilt forward and snap at the same paw that had just swatted at her face, attempting to crunch down across the tops of alma’s toes in a clear act of karma. it’s time for you to go home.


@Cassine vs. @Alma
for minor maim
round four out of four
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 18 + 15 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 13 + 16 + 6 + 15 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 11 + 8 + 18 + 5

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