It would come as no surprise to have @Hiccup follow him into the pit. Being that it was a challenge for Wolfbron, though, Roan couldn't help hoping that it wouldn't be too many of his own members coming to watch. At least they weren't on the Bluff's territory, but didn't mean things couldn't still erupt like they did before. "Greed knows no bounds," the mauve lion mumbled back to the Gentry's words. "On the other paw, though, it is an opportunistic decision." Could he really fault someone for wanting to take every advantage they could in challenging for a home? If it hadn't been an Andal lion, then, yeah, maybe. Maybe the Hodari could respect the decision for a lion to challenge for a pride while the world fell apart around them. Roan was not that type of lion, though, not someone who would take advantage in such a way, not that he would ever likely challenge someone outright for their pride unless there was good reason to unseat the leader. Claiming empty lands, however? That was a different story.

Before Amara had even arrived, a mottled male called up a fight of his own as he surged towards one of the Andal women. "It never does," the masked man answered Hiccup's comment with a sigh of his own. It only made him more appreciative to be on the upper edges of the pit; less likely to get pulled into the fray. @Asteria slipped in alongside her friend then, mumbling her own opinions as well. "Keep your guards up," the Hodari warned both younger lions as they continued to watch the fights pop up like dandelions. "Obsidian has no relations with either pride, but I wouldn't put it passed anyone to pick a target at random." It wouldn't be the first time, anyway, though the Hollow lions had been lucky enough to be spared during the last attack on Wolfbron.

A woman he was only vaguely familiar with (@Ragna) then came up alongside Asteria, asking something about her mother. He'd seen her around several times before, only at other challenges, but had never formally met the Sigrun. Since it appeared she was familiar with the maned girl, though, Roan didn't feel threatened. She didn't smell of the Bluffs or the Oasis, at least, not that he knew much about the Rainforest either, for that matter. Still, Ragna's appearance gave the impression of a fighter, and much like the half-faced woman, Roan was protective of his members as well. With Hiccup and Asteria now being flanked by the two older lions, the Hodari could feel a little more at ease that they wouldn't get pulled into a fight as he continued to watch the battles explode. Amara had finally showed up by now and wasted no time in getting down to business. Would she be able to defend her crown again?

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She was held from either side. Axelle's right claws dug into her left shoulder, and jaws held shut against the plush fur of her throat. It took everything within Halimede to hold her breath, to keep herself firm against the lacerations dug into her neck that threatened to bleed and give way. Her shoulder burned with the weight of her opponent's claws, but even its deep lacerations seemed nothing compared to the burning at her neck.

In a desperate attempt to wrench @Axelle away from the tender area of her throat, Halimede aimed to shove her own right paw against the other's chest, claws unsheathed but most of her power focused on the weight of her push. At the very least, if she did not but a dent in Axelle's balance this time, she could at least hopefully wind her and force her to give way.

Halimede vs Axelle
for minor maim
ii of iv

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 13 + 8 + 6 + 3 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 17 + 11 + 3 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 12 + 1 + 18 + 9

Obsession dogged him more than ever. Even though he had not sought to interfere in the natural behaviours of @Alizabeth that would even usually stir up a great passion in him, the ghoul was rendered far weaker in will than before since learning that her belly was filled with his progeny.
Possessively, he had followed the throng of lions once again, sniffing out the taste of his wife on the air and shouldering his way toward the combatants. Mismatched stare roved across the scene, multiple fights had broken out, resulting in a war between those he did not know and did not care about.
But then the noble's sharp eyes finally found his wife, exactly, though fearfully where he had suspected, mid battle.
The giant's pulse began to judder, thundering through him and raising his core temperature intolerably high. Jaws gaped, angry and eager to take the face from anyone at all.
He swung around, catching quick sight of @Alabaster on the edge of Alizabeth's fight. Ransom stormed over, snarling as if he might very well attack the white warden, though of course he would not. "Why is she fighting? Who the fuck is he?" He demanded of his wife's mate. Ransom visibly shuddered with anger, his claws extended, scraping the earth beneath him. He cannot tear his eyes from Alizabeth. Heart lurching, rage brewing. There would be revenge for this.

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Jeez she had only just arrived when the sound of fierce fighting caught her interest. Ears twisting through her half mane to listen and trace where they were coming from. Oh of course, the pit, she should have known. Though tired from her journey back she decided to go take a peek, might be important. And she may learn more through observing than asking around. So the lioness started off in that direction, careful to rub along foilage along the way to disguise her scent.

Coming up to the group she clicked her tongue, looked like a mass battle. Eyes narrowed a bit while she carefully skimmed the edge of the group minding herself among the rocks that were there. Hiding behind a particularly large boulder she was able to peek around with her body low to the ground. Some faces she recognized, but most she didn't. One ear was cocked back listening for any sneaky dummies. Isolda would watch the show until it either ended or she had had enough watching.

Isolda is attempting to hide and observe

Ears pulled as he hopped Amara would look at him or anyone form the Bluffs to see him fight, or pretend he did.

What he didnt see was the fact that she was much taller than he was, maybe the rush to show what he wasnt made him miss that important information. Thanks to that he was only able to reach near her hips. Well, technically a beginner's mistake.

This might me his very first fight.

There as he attempted to adjust she curled to the side, lashing her claws towards his face. He really needed more practice with fights. He was slow when he moved his face, and for that he felt her claws pierce in his face, by the bridge of his muzzle. Bloodied trails left there. Fuck. What to do now?

Out of instincts he aimed to go forward again, aiming to go for her right(opposite to the side she used to attack him). Jaws opened as he attempted to bite on her thigh, wherever he could reach.

Poltergeist vs @Curse(@Corvus ★)
for dominance(Sorry not sorry)
ii - iii
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 2 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 18 + 3 + 6 + 15 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 19 + 9 + 6 + 8

BG

The fight turns out to be away from all she knew until now. All weird yet intriguing even if her chest burns in pain from the hit. And more than being scared of what might occur, she felt… happy to be trying a new type of fight. This might be useful, a way to gain unique experience. Even though she could be losing this fight, she felt less unsure and useless than the last one. Feeling her claws successfully drawing blood out of his shoulders felt like a win, small but for someone like her it was big in her learning. There within the heat of the battle, she felt how his paw was placed in her head, the same side where his jaws chunked her cheek. Followed by him pushing down. She didn't back away either, while her own jaws ripped through his mane, a part she didn't want but it was something! She attempts to hook her claws into his shoulders, aiming to use them to keep her grip on him, her back legs still working to avoid her from falling.. though for not much longer. She then attempts to reach his own cheek(the nearest to her jaws) wanting to use its closeness. Hoping to pierce the skin at least with the tip of her fang. Zahra vs @Tripfire For dominance iii - iii Hits: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 13 + 15 + 3 + 4 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 10 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 15 + 1 + 9 + 13

The down and inward drive of Seneca's skull allows him to narrowly evade @Ryker's teeth aiming for his eye — of which he is rather protective, considering that it is his only functional one — but his opponent's teeth still rend through the flesh of his left brow, sending a stream of blood running down the Miroslav's face. It's hardly enough to deter his onslaught and he continues to aim his teeth for the man's shoulder, even through feeling his claws lacerate across the right side of his face. Hoping to take advantage of the Wolfbron lion's raised foreleg, his left fore raises slightly to try and curl his talons around the back of Ryker's right wrist, hoping to shred the sensitive tendons at the back of it. seneca vs ryker for cassine move three of three Hits: Rolling 8d20: 4 + 1 + 6 + 14 + 2 + 12 + 8 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 8 + 10 + 20 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 6 + 10 + 5 + 17

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It occurred to Alizabeth, as it hadn't before - that she was pregnant. A small detail that had been in the back of her brain, but not considered when she had arrived here. It wasn't that the ivory King didn't care or want to protect her children - she just didn't think the Wolfbron bitch would sick her whipped dog after her. It took everything in her not to take this personally. Amara would get it, at least.

Her side stung, the pain radiating throughout her body, but especially where her ribcage met her intestines. Alizabeth realized his face had been coming at hers all too late. Attempting to jerk her head back, the Lagoon King would attempt to yank her paw away as he pulled at his wrist, wanting to try and slice into tender flesh and hinder him as much as possible.

The sharp edge of hungry teeth dug into her nose and muzzle, damaging the already cut up side of her face in the process. The same paw that had been pulling back toward her body lifts, back end attempting to swing away from him as she tries to rake her claws down the side of his face. All the while she would try and shake her head somewhat to try and deter Gauthier from holding on any longer.

Fuck, fuck. She needed to get back on top of this.

Alizabeth vs @Gauthier
for Minor Maim
1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 16 + 2 + 11 + 7 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 5 + 1 + 13 + 17 + 3 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 14 + 8 + 10

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By the time the newly minted Barony made it to the Pit there were fights well underway, a whole slew of bodies thrown against one another amidst the swirling dust. Her gaze would immediately go to @Leander and then flicker from him to @Seneca and then @Halimede. Claws unsheathing the merle woman was itching to dive in herself, she would do anything for her pridemates especially now. Her gaze scans the growing crowd, searching for an opportunity to attack. Immediately she manages to find a younger target in the crowd, not that she really cared about age differences to begin with.

She makes a beeline for @Louve ♔, no warning, no formal introductions. Kira attempts to charge the yearling head on, a large paw swinging forward as she attempts to swat the yearling across the face with claws unsheathed. Teeth bared she snaps, attempting to clip the area between her right eye and cheekbone if she could manage it. Her tail straightens behind her, helping to stabilize her body meanwhile her own ears lace backward to listen intently to her surroundings all the while.

Kira vs. @Louve ♔
Dominance
Round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 9 + 17 + 15 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 18 + 11 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 6 + 13 + 19 + 20 + 16

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The strong scent of his blood floods her senses and the sounds of their fighting seemed to mix in with the sounds of the fights happening around them. It was all a beautiful mess. Her claws dig into his neck and his own motion causes them to dig in deeper without her having to do much else. This pleased her greatly though the feeling would last only a moment as she sees his claws coming toward her face. She starts to pull her head away and out of reach when she feels him starting to pull against her neck downward. She wasn't overly balanced so the pull against her caused that balance to come into question. The movement around caused his claws to land along her cheek as her body starts moving toward the ground. She wasn't keen to be fighting on the ground once again but she would do what was needed. She spread her back legs to help with her balance and attempted to dig in and drag one set of claws(not totally sure which way he was heading so whichever side is closer to the ground) down his neck before she attempted to place it on the ground under her to try and help with her off-balanced position. Her other set of claws attempted to dig in more and cause whatever damage they could. Her body was twisted and hurting but she couldn't just give up because it was uncomfortable. Amara vs @Leander For Wolfbron Bluffs Round 4 / 5 Hits: Rolling 7d20: 1 + 17 + 2 + 9 + 11 + 8 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 6d20: 6 + 3 + 2 + 19 + 12 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 2 + 18 + 10 + 13 + 9

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