Lyle had arrived with his father and brothers and had so far just been sitting next to Alabaster. But when Alozabeth showed up, he was unsure of what to do. He was angry (what else was new) Angry and jealous. He had had it in his mind that his mother had taken his sister on some epic adventure and just left him out of it. And now his pale father was saying they were no longer Princes? And now look! Two dumb asses he didn't even care to know were fighting over HIS home!
Life was getting far to complicated for Lyle's liking. So when his brother went to join their mother, he simply sat and continued to simmer. Only cocking his head and lifting one long ear to eavesdrop on the adults as they argued.

So Ezryn was missing then... well he wasn't going to let that change his mind! He could have helped! Alabaster rattled on as if only the adults were the ones that cared here. Lyle may have been a tough cookie but that was his sister. No matter the tension that brewed between him and his siblings, he loved them unconditionally. He may not have been aware of it so far in life, but he would come to realize, and maybe even admit, that he would in fact die for them.

But everyone was being so damn crabby right now. It was hard for him to feel any different.

His darker sire rose to attack the woman that he had seen Mama fighting just weeks before. And his eyes glued to the scene. His young mind absorbing every movement. He hadn't even realized that Alizabeth and Orson had moved on.

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It would appear that she was late to the party. While her uncles had gone off to the Lagoon when the call rang out, Cassandra had initially opted to stay back. But then her curiosity got the better of her. She had to know who was trying to take the Lagoon since it had fallen. Secretly, she was glad to see Alizabeth off the throne. In her opinion, she was not fit to be a ruler. Rather than earn respect, she had demanded it back when she took the position of Sovereign alongside Saga around 2 years ago or so now. As she made her way onto the scene, she spotted her mother Morrigan hanging out, and she had to keep her nose from wrinkling in disgust as Alizabeth moved towards her. But her attention was pulled away from that little gathering to her uncle's fight. It would appear someone had tried to claim a member of the Brook - someone from Wolfbron no doubt - and her uncle had stepped in to fight for their member (as was what their laws demanded). And then another member of Wolfbron joined in. Did they truly fight with no honor?

-fight starts here-

Cassandra would pin her ears against her head as she quickly ran towards the smaller of the two lionesses fighting her uncle (Helah). While the smaller lioness aimed to drop low to go for her uncle's belly, Cassandra would aim to keep her from getting too much of a grip if she could. Her jaws spread wide, aiming to grasp hard onto the left side of the small lioness's face. She was hoping to at least get the brightly-hued lioness's attention onto herself and make this a fair fight. This had just snapped any possibility of being neutral with Wolfbron. If they aimed to steal members of her pride, the would reap what they sowed.


Cassandra & @Aquila vs. @Louve ♔ & @Helah
For Septima
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 14 + 2 + 10 + 18 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 9 + 8 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 18 + 15 + 7 + 14 + 4

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Louve knew that her call would not go unanswered. What she had hoped was that the girl would answer it herself, fighting for her freedom and giving the Heiress a fair fight. Alert and watchful she was not caught so unawares as to miss Aquila's form barreling towards her, nor did she stand idly by as he did so.

Instinctively she sought to swing her hips to the right, to face the charging bull. It was stupid to not try to avoid the hit entirely (especially considering the differences in size) but Louve was new to battle and stupidly brazen. Overconfident, even, as his chest met hers and she snarled viciously back at him.

Her breath is stolen from her, winded almost immediately, and the bruising will be extensive. Yet still she retaliates without thinking, baring her teeth and attempting to sink them deep in to the left side of face. Her goal is to hook in to his eye socket, her top teeth aiming for the eye itself, but she hardly expects him to stand still and take it. So engrossed is she, though (and thinking almost solely of the taste of his flesh and blood to come) she barely notices when others join the fray.



@Louve ♔ & @Helah vs @Aquila & @Cassandra
For Septima
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 7 + 20 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 7 + 2 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 11 + 10 + 14 + 1

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One minute the fight is contained to the two contenders for the crown — the next, blood is flying from the sidelines. The she-devil watches with great glee at the fights that suddenly spring up. The level of voraciousness makes it clear they're not just fighting for fun, and oh, how she longs to join them! Regardless of the fact she's not affiliated with any of them, she still would love to be in the thick of it.

To feel bodies clashing, pain ripping — blood, splashing.

She chuffs at the fight as a sort of jeer, tail lashing back and forth in agitation. Muscles cry at being so useless now as a ghost. All she can do is sit there and watch, her attention divided between the main battle, and the skirmishes. She cares not who wins.

She was mildly surprised when it was not Alizabeth who came for her, but one of the males she had seen hanging around at the challenge. She had no idea who he was, but it was clear that he was involved with the white bitch - as another male seemed to be as well.

The massive black male made no move to hide who his intended target was, and the distance between the two of them gave her plenty of time to prepare for his attack. By the time he reached her, Tiamat was facing him head-on, her legs braced for the incoming blow, refusing to run from the challenge. Her wounds had healed. She was at full strength now and ready to unleash her violence on any who tried to do her harm. She'd come here with the mere intention of watching the challenge and gloating a little. If they wanted to turn it into a battle then so be it.

She took a single step forward, moving her face out of the line of fire of the blow he had aimed at her face. Instead, his left paw crashed against the side of her neck, the claws digging furrows into the skin as he dragged them through, drawing blood that welled up against her wheat fur. The grin on her face made it clear that the blow hardly deterred her.

She wouldn't be able to overpower the massive male like she could with some of her opponents. Like she could Alizabeth or the woman who had challenged her rank at the Mire. So she lunged forward, attempting to duck beneath his head and sink her teeth into his left shoulder now that he was done attacking with that leg. At the same time she snaked her left paw towards his right one, attempting to wrap it around the ankle, claws extended, and yank the foot out from under him.

@Ransom vs. Tiamat
Major Maim - tbd
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 15 + 6 + 12 + 1 + 20 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 11 + 2 + 16 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 10 + 11 + 12 + 1

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+10 Witness an event worthy of making history

Another pride has fallen. The waves were certain to affect his Vater's kingdom sooner or later, and the young Prince wondered what that would mean for the Mire as a whole. Will they gain more allies in the wake of losing Caladan? Or will they gain more enemies? He would be pleased nonetheless. Perhaps a little more pleased if they were enemies, for he was longing to rip into something for a while now and his younger siblings were proving to be poor dummies.

He arrives to witness chaos, but not to participate even if @Tiamat who was a Mire woman was being attacked. Eh, she will deal with it herself. It wasn't like Alaric was here either, which means that the man was looking to steer clear of potential political trouble. Maybe Luther ought to do so as well, like the good little son he was.

But that didn't stop him from approaching @Banshee, when he saw her apparition form. At first his heart skipped a beat at her appearance, which reminded him of a certain dead someone. One would think he was bold or foolish if they didn't know that he'd met a member of the afterlife many times by now. His own mother was one, and she'd shown herself and spoken with him a few times since her death. Since her murder, he mused vaguely. "I'll bet on the small guy," he said nonchalantly to the ghost, settling beside her as if she were there.

you made your
sceptre with the
bones you've broken

Morrigan was surprised to find her eldest present at a challenge that didn't directly involve him. She would follow his words to where he looked saw he spoke true. A battle scarred woman sat there, but even less corporeal than the spectres Morrigan had met before. She couldn't dwell on it long, however, when more of her allies arrived or approached her where she still lingered near @Maia and now @Khal. Another Wolfbron man was fighting now, against the man she had once sparred, a Miroslav if she remembered correctly. Certainly an ally of Seneca's at least, and Amara's hounds clearly hadn't forgotten.

@Keir had approached her, something which Morrigan was glad for as they hadn't had a chance to catch up, yet it seemed this time they may not either as before Morrigan had the chance to answer his words there was yet another call from a Bluff lioness... except this time they intended to steal from Vermeda. The Miroslav girl who had been sitting next to Leander. She growled, looking to her son nearby, but before anyone else could react @Aquila was there. "A stupid one unless their intention is to make enemies of every pride in these lands. Vermeda and Wolfbron were mostly neutral. Not anymore," she finished with a scowl.

Looking away for a moment at the sound of more violence she realized one of Alizabeth's men had attacked the Ecrosian woman who challenged the former Scillan King and lost. @Parvati had taken shelter in Morrigan's large shadow, something the monarch was content to provide as they spoke of the storms and the way they worked with the seasons, "I believe the little man may be kin to some of our pride, so if he wins it should mean peace from the Lagoon for us at least." Morrigan was unsure if the Blacks had any enemies. Perhaps they would just wish to be left alone, as the Summit did. Morrigan would have to ask @Archaic if they chose to approach their little grouping.

@Alizabeth herself approached her just then with one of her children (@Orson), Morrigan assumed, in tow close behind. "Of course," she would respond quickly, though the tension from the rising violence around them was audible in her voice, "Welcome to the Summit then, the both of you, your other children, and whoever else may need the shelter." She wasn't sure if Alizabeth's mates would join as well as they didn't need the political safety net, but they were welcome all the same. Morrigan growled suddenly when she realized a second Wolfbron lioness had made the craven decision to make the fight two vs one instead of letting the younger Bluffs woman reap what she had sown.

She need not have been concerned long, as her daughter was there, making it an even fight very shortly after. "It looks like this may escalate further, Parvati," she warned them, knowing that usually meant the Greyflood herself ended up fighting.

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Jeez, another challenge? Ears flicked in his blonde mane while he moved towards the Lagoon. Might as well go see who was fighting he thought. Upon arrival it was quickly descending into mass chaos, cubs and grownups around. Looking around at the faces he would try to keep a low profile. Well, that was before he caught sight of Aquila moving. He was met with force from not one, but two lionesses. A low groan left his throat as he hissed, "shit.." he had started to walk towards it when Cassandra joined in making him pause.

Quickly he looked around him, his defenses slipping into place while he kept some distance from this fight. Watching, waiting. He would intercept any who touched his brother in law, though he hoped he didn't have to.


Bronx is paying attention to the Aquila fight, ready to jump in if needed

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As Maia sits beside @Asteria, a steady increase of bodies seems to follow freely into Scilla. Any respect for the border was completely disregarded at pride challenges, and they often became tense affairs, with representatives from all prides gathering to see a spectacle. The familiar and welcome figure of @Morrigan joins her, and her words are solemn ones. “You're not wrong, Morrigan.” She comments with a brief nod of her head, looking to the woman, before eyes fall on the fight that continued to develop before them.

The figure and voice of @Khal is overheard by the Firnen High Sovereign, and her crown turns to look at the young man that smelt of the Brook. “Ghosts?” She echoes to the young man, scanning the area briefly before her eyes fell on @Banshee. “Oh.” Maia murmurs, her gaze lingering on the lioness for a little while longer than normal. Things really were turning strange, these days.

Asteria reveals that one of the lions fighting was a friend who went by the name of Prometheus Frei. She had never met him before, but it was useful to know that such a family had come to Amaryllis - she made a mental note of this as Asteria turned her attention to Nero.

What happened next, though, was quite unexpected, as the figure of a man she did not know seemed to launch himself into battle with another. A sigh formed against her lips as it seemed that this man wanted to spill blood for his own personal reasons, and not because his home had been taken. The man who was the target (Leander), she did not recognize, but she was not willing to get involved in such pettiness.

It was a relief, however, to witness the figure of @Kovirah enter and join her, albeit not by her side. His nod was recognized with a nod of her own, knowing that she had some protection in the loyal warrior should she need it.

@Fissure speaks to her next, and her eyes turn to the black man as he reveals some... interesting information about the other challenger. “A dangerous bite?” She echoes, looking briefly to Recluse first before her attention falls back on Fissure who seemed so quick to offer information.

The familiar figure of @Keir, who had joined Morrigan, remarked some interesting comments. “Keir,” She announces, leaning forward so that the darker male could see Maia. “Ploy, for what?” She asks, a frown sitting on her face. “Do tell me - I am a little out of touch. What problem do we have with Wolfbron?”

And then, before she could even get an answer, the figure of another jumped into battle. Fiery eyes snap to the figure of Ransom who jumped so quickly against another. It seemed as though Amaryllis was on the verge of a war, and this fact disgruntled the grey lioness. She did not want to be caught up in such an event that would result in the loss of life, not if she could help it. Her ears subconsciously pinned against her crown.

Ah - alas. The movement of Aquila's body catches her attention and behold, another fight ensued. The muscles rippled underneath her well-kept coat as the roar of battle ensued, more and more jumping in to defend those who seemingly needed it. @Cassandra was next, and the woman wanted to stop her, to prevent injury coming to the Brook High Sovereign, but for now, the woman would remain steadfast. She needed to observe what would happen next, and if she needed to put her skills to use in battle. In war.

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More fighting broke out and Lyle wasn't sure just where his attention should go. He was itching with anxiety as well as excitement. His father must not have noticed the boy's antsy behavior. Lyle looked up at Alabaster but the pale lion's eyes were on Morrigan and Alizabeth. He was confused for the dimmest of seconds. When had his mother and brother gone over there? Brows furrowed as he turned back to the fighting.

I want in on it. He half whispered half growled to @Colsun. Lyle had gotten up from his planted position and had slipped his way over to his larger darker sibling. I want to take someone down just like I saw Mama do. He expected Colsun to not really care what Lyle wanted to do. He'd probably even call him dumb for thinking he could pick a fight with anyone currently present.
Purple eyes swept around the gathered bodies, searching for trouble. And there he found it. A young lone lion. Not too terribly older than himself. And what's this? Lyle drew in a sharp inhale to pock up that the other cub smelled just like the lady Ransom was fighting. A smile broadened across Lyle's face. There! He excited but made sure not to yell. Alabaster was still close enough to stop him. Lyle shouldered passed Colsun and slunk low to the ground away from guardian supervision.

And then he was sprinting. Ears flat against his skull and his grin turning into a snarl. He barreled right for @Luther ♔, not even realizing there was someone.. or something.. beside him. @Banshee went unnoticed as Lyle sought to slam into the older boy, attempting to ram his shoulder into the other and knock him by surprise. You stupid trash Mire lions have a lot of nerve! He snapped, lunging for the other in an attempt to rake claws across his face.

Lyle vs. @Luther ♔
Dominance
Round 1/ 3
Hits:

Rolling 1d20: 9

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 18 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 7 + 17 + 9 + 11

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