Ragna was the type who didn't falter utnoñ the end, she always tried to stand on her feet until the last blow. She had learned to never give up unless there weren't any other ways or forces left. And even in non-lethal fights like this, she always gave all she had. Revna's claws anchor firmly into her flesh, pain and blood pouring freely of the cuts provoked by those talons. Her own jaws found purchase at Revna's upper arm, and as soon as she felt she caught it, she attempted to have a firm grip there. Not as strong as she would have done should she not be family. For enemies like the Rike, she would go right for breaking the limb. But not today. Revna goes again to push her harder. But not only that, now the wife's jaws adventured up to Ragna's upper neck, feeling those white daggers and snag the loose skin if there. There she lifted slightly her right forepaw and with claws out she aimed to place it into Revna's other forearm(Left one) , wanting to use it to push it down or damage the skin. She always sought to leave her mark, the mark of what menag to fight her. Like a personal signature. Ragna vs @Revna For Jarl/Dominance 3 - 3 hits: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 16 + 5 + 2 + 7 dodges: Rolling 5d20: 1 + 4 + 18 + 9 + 7 luck: Rolling 5d20: 4 + 20 + 11 + 14 + 2

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His push does little to destabilize the melanistic lion, and as he aims his bite for the man's ear, Myrkvi is ready for that, too - simply folding his ears. Reynir bites down, but has nothing to grab onto, so instead, his teeth leave shallow lacerations in the thin skin that coats his skull.

Myrkvi lifts up one of his paws, and with that movement, leans heavier into the bite at Reynir's neck. The nerves there scream against the strain and his muscles tighten as he endures the pain. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Myrkvi rakes his claws against Reynir's face. The lacerations sting and drip blood down his face as he fights to move his face away. As Reynir closes his eye to avoid being blinded, he realizes with the other that Myrkvi is only on two legs now - and he attempted to twist sideways, leaning into the side that aimed for his face, hoping to drag the man to one side, to throw him off-balance, to at least make him stumble now that he has one less paw on the ground. Reynir attempts to sink his teeth into Myrkvi's neck (yes, he gets a lot of mane with it in the process). With the bit of skin he might manage to grab, he'd attempt to use that as leverage to help drag the man down.

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Reynir vs. @Myrkvi
Round 3 / 3
Dominance (Right to Jarl)
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 2 + 19 + 20 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 13 + 17 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 7 + 16 + 20 + 9 + 4

I am the nightmare that will haunt you in the light
If its war that you want, then I'm ready to play

His rear legs tremble with the effort it takes to remain balanced on the sand for this long. He feels the wetness of blood on the paw he used to go for Reynir's face as well as the friction of his talons meeting flesh until they come up empty. His grips maintained, it was rather hard to tell which way this would go. Though the sudden movement of Reynir would off balance Myrkvi with his weight having been leaned against his opponent. His hind legs look for purchase while the forelimb that had just went for the younger lion's face seeks to find a grip in the area of Reynir's neck and shoulder while he decides to lean into the fall. Myrkvi would attempt to hold onto his opponent as his bulk toppled toward the sand in an effort to use his jaws and claws with momentum to drag Reynir with him.


Myrkvi v. @Reynir
R 3/3
Dominance/Right to Jarl
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 16 + 5 + 15 + 7 + 11 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 1 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 4 + 16 + 18 + 5

With every scar I will avow to shake the Earth
Unless it's blood that you want, get the fuck out my way
'Cause the world's gonna scream my name

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She is late, far later then she intended to be, but nonetheless the calico medic makes her way towards the familiarity of the sands and towards her family. The talk of who would be Jarl had been hanging over all of their heads for quite some time and even though Dahlia had no interest in the role herself she was curious to see who would take the helm of their clan. Her petite frame danced across the sand, brown eyes searching until the view of fighting bodies up ahead was enough sign alone to indicate that the tournament was well underway. Dahlia moves silently to take her place amongst the family, her eyes immediately going to Myrkvi and Reynir but drifting towards Ragna and Revna as well. Two separate fights, both equally important. Her satchel hung at the ready over her shoulder, ready to mend anyone who needed it but the healer was virtually silent, observing.


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He'd made it most of the way to the meeting without having to stop, but then when the family was in sight he'd felt the hitching in his chest and had to stop. His breath wheezed out of him for several uncomfortable minutes as he was forced to watch the rest of the Sigrun gather without him, whatever passed between them all going unheard until his lungs finally settled and he could move once again.

The battles had already begun as he came up on his father's free side, mouth working soundlessly as he tried to ask what was happening. Embarrassed, he covered it with a cough that unfortunately caused several more to escape him. Still, he kept his gaze fixated on the battles before him, knowing they were important.

@Revna vs @Ragna FOR Jarl/Dominance
— RESULTS —

Ragna Hits: 2+3+2+1 luck=8
Ragna Dodges: 3+2+1=6

Revna Hits: 4+3+1=8
Revna Dodges: 3+2+2=7

Ragna Successful Hits: 1
Revna Successful Hits: 2

Revna HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Jarl/Dominance!

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@Myrkvi vs @Reynir FOR Jarl/Dominance
— RESULTS —

Reynir Hits: 4+2+3+2 luck =11
Reynir Dodges: 2+2+3=7

Myrkvi Hits: 3+2+4=9
Myrkvi Dodges: 1+3+0=4

Reynir Successful Hits: 7
Myrkvi Successful Hits: 2

Reynir HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Jarl/Dominance !

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you can take my heart, you can take my breath There's a part of her that feels guilty. Revna may not be a Sigrun by blood, but @Ragna is still family. The last thing Revna wants to do is hurt family. But there's a drive in her that she can't ignore. A drive to stop her son from making a mistake. The woman's teeth dig into the flesh of her forearm, staking a claim there and finding a solid grip. But her own teeth found purchase in the loose skin of Ragna's neck and she attempted to dig her teeth in for good purchase. That hold would now be her advantage. Ragna lifts her other paw and presses it against her left forearm, digging claws into flesh there. Revna hisses and releases her hold on the woman's neck, but it's too late for Ragna to do more. The fight is over. Retracting her claws, she releases her hold on Ragna's shoulders and pushes away, attempting to detangle them, if Ragna would release her grip on her other leg. "Enough," she snarls, her face twisted in anger, fangs bared. "You will not be jarl today." She has no enmity for Ragna, in truth. She only wants to stop her son from getting himself killed. But as she glances over to the other battle taking place near them, she doesn't see what she wants to see. It looks like @Reynir might be winning. when you pry it from my cold, dead chest

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Somehow, it worked. Myrkvi began to tumble, using his paws that were placed for attacks now for stabilization as he felt himself begin to fall. Claws ripped at skin, and Reynir followed him down, though it was easy for Reynir to keep his footing (even as he stumbled) while Myrkvi met the sand.

Even with his favorable position above his opponent, Reynir did not attack again. Myrkvi's hide met the beach, and while they were both battered and bruised, he came out on top. "Good fight," he spoke to Myrkvi, attempting to step away to allow his opponent to get up again.

If he were being honest with himself, he hadn't expected to win against the scarred brute who had quite a bit more experience than he did, from the look of him. However, somehow, Reynir had come out on top.

The sound of his mother's voice called his attention - she spoke the same word he did to end hers - and he saw that she had also seemed to win.

This was about to get even more interesting.

Reynir walked to the center clearing of the beach, allowing his fresh wounds to drip, allowing the cool coastal breeze to coagulate the blood that welled at their surface. He wasn't sure if they were expected to get right into it, or was @Magnus going to say a few words before they did?

@Revna @Myrkvi

His attention - vibrant and biting - slides first to @Hrefna, who is most disgruntled with him. Ívar smiled, bright and wide, noting easily the way she coiled like a spring. "Á ég ekki jafn rétt á mér og þið hin?" Dear oh dear, this wasn't a very warm welcome, was it? How disappointing. He would curl a lip, expression shifting quickly back to neutrality as it shifted his attention away from his sister - not that he knew who she was yet, of course - and toward @Hvitserk. One he could certainly count on as an ally here. Possibly the only one, given the reception he'd received.

"Alveg rétt, bróðir."

The old bastard would speak again, though, and voice his decision on the matter. Oh? So he was being blocked officially? The piebald brute sat at that point, rocking back onto his haunches as Magnus explained why exactly he would not be permitted to challenge. "Ég sé." His tone, eerily calm, would not falter as he shifted his attention over the others that gathered. The two boys - one evidently related to Magnus, and so to him by proxy - the chimeric woman and the dark older woman.... they would all fight today, but not he. It would be easy enough to press the issue and take part anyway; to take and take until he got exactly what he wanted. But to have the family against him?

Well, what would be the point?

As frustrating as it was to play the long game - Ívar was a brute that, admittedly, strove for instant gratification above all else - he could see value for it here. None of these relatives of his seemed keen on going against Magnus or his traditions, and so... He shrugged, curling a lip again. "Mjög vel, gamli maðurinn. Við gerum það á þinn hátt." After all, what would be the point of winning for the others to turn on him afterward? He only had Hvitserk on his side. For now. As the others turned their attention to fighting or spectating, the rogue turned his head subtly and lowered his voice, projecting it for his littermate and his littermate alone. "Bíðum og sjáum hver rís upp, bróðir. Við munum fylgjast vel með þeim, finna út meira, tengjast þeim og þá? Hver veit." He smiled wolfishly, then - Hvitserk knew him well enough to read between the lines and uncover the intention there. Ívar could not speak as freely as he could here, but in private? They'd be able to hash out a plan.

@Revna and @Reynir emerged victorious from their rounds, and the piebald brute turned expectantly to @Magnus, then. Well? What say you now, old man?