Never could Dobromira fully tear herself away from the siren song of flesh and fang. She may have still been a touch sore from the previous clash that her entry into the lands had sparked, but it would do little to keep the dark-cloaked woman down. She had to keep herself fit in fighting shape, keep her claws keen.

This place bristled with energy before she had even set paw upon its grounds, the air thick a feeling of volatility and even a faint whiff of blood on the wind. It reminded the hound of tales of the circle and all that it entailed; guts and glory, the tearing of flesh, death. But as she sat by and watches the comings and goings of the stone pit, it became clearer that this was something closer to a training ground than a killing one. A little more open air than what she was used to for such a place, but it would do for gaining strength.

Dragging her claws at an angle along the pockmarked surface of the pit with every other step, Dobromira felt a thrill of satisfaction run down her spine as each scrape reverberated through her paws. Weapons needed maintenance, and she was a weapon.


Dobromira vs. ???
Spar
Round 0 / 3

LION, CODE BY LARS

It was a dangerous game that he played. At first it had been innocent but he’d seen the way it had irked his ex-wife to think that he would target the Mire deliberately. The idea had grown as he found lion after lion in the Pit just waiting for a fight. His endeavors were beginning to attract her attention and in some way, that amused the warmonger. Ronin had always been a beast that liked to dance on that fine line, playing with fire you could say.

The heavily scarred beast would find the scent of the Mire all too easily along with the sound of claws scraping against stone and he would smirk, his direction immediately changing to follow the scent to its owner. Another lioness, bathed in darker hues with lighter accents. He would approach from her right, head held at shoulder height in a prowling manner. His wounds were healing, but only just. The scabs were cracked and darkened with blood in areas where he had broken them open repeatedly from moving. Other wounds were broken open entirely, exposing healing flesh from more recent fights where his wounds had been targeted again- assuming it would be advantageous to his opponent. It hadn’t been.

Ronin would stretch his hind end stretching out behind him, the beast would give himself a slight shake afterwards, warming up for the battle ahead. Lips would curl into a grin as he nodded to her, brow rising slightly in challenge. If his stretching and posture hadn’t given her a hint to his intention maybe that would. Typically, this was where a lion would rush forward, ready to start the battle but Ronin would prowl almost lazily toward her, even offering a bit of a yawn - as if he was just waking up. Once he was as close as she would allow he would throw himself at her with sudden speed and ferocity. Jaws would part as he surged forward, ATTEMPTING to bite into her side while his right paw with claws extended would swing out low, ATTEMPTING to hook into her wrist. Really he hoped to trip her, he didn’t try to go for a hold on her wrist, not seeing the importance in doing so.



Ronin vs. @Dobromira
Spar
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 12 + 9 + 14 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 17 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 7 + 11 + 1 + 4

Whatever vendetta the scarred man had with the mire, Dobromira knew not of it. But nor was she fool enough to let an approach go unmonitored in a place clearly meant for violence. No words were exchanged between the two beasts as the stranger slunk around her like a coiling serpent, they weren't needed. Both read the room well enough, even one so new to the scene as herself.

Claws that had been dragging along the ground remained out, her blades had been maintained and it would be a shame to not show them off in their shiny glory. And judging by the man's subtle swaggering, he wanted to be first in line to test their edge, something Dobromira would gladly obliged him on.

Older than her from what she could see if his mane growth and muscle mass, healing from some previous fight much like herself. It was an even enough match, not that such things mattered to her. The man grinned at her as if they shared some inside joke, nodding in confirmation to his desire to taste her blood if he could. She offered a faint smile in return, as if acknowledging the presence of a casual friend and not studying someone that she meant to land on their ass.

When the lunge came, a sudden hail of fangs and sweep of the paw, she was far from surprised.

Dobromira jerked herself to the side as his jaws sought hold, attempting to keep her body vertical to him and only present her front half with all of its weapons bared, but it would not come without the cost of his fangs scoring through her dark fur to rake thin grooves into the flesh beneath. Not a mouthful of flesh, but enough to draw the first blood between them.

She raised her foreleg nearly at the same time as he, his daggers slicing and drawing blood over her pads as his reach gained him in awkward sort of loose "accidental-pawshake-with-claw" that served to stagger the hound briefly. It made a shiver go up her spine, and not because of any butterflies in her stomach. Nonetheless, what kind of cold-hearted wretch would she be to not depeen this sudden show of camaraderie by trying to deepen the hold? Dobromira attempted to sink her claws into his paw so that she might jerk him forward, snapping her own fangs at his shoulder in further attempt to reach flesh at mouth-height. No point going for a throat covered in mane.


@Ronin vs. Dobromira
Spar
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 3 + 20 + 4 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 14 + 6 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 12 + 8 + 9 + 2

LION, CODE BY LARS

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He loved the dance, the thrill of the fight, the ache in his muscles… the feel of flesh tearing beneath his claws and fangs. Even when an attack did not go as planned, the warmonger would feel satisfaction in any hit happening at all. One could always do better, but that was what the Pit was made for- honing skills and learning different ways to hurt your enemies. Though he would far from call the Mire and the lions within it his enemy, one never knew what would happen in the future. He played a dangerous game after all, one he knew that the King would not be thrilled about should he catch a whisper of his doings.

The woman would watch him, study his movements as he approached, and he let her, her eyes could soak all of him in- it would matter not. What you saw was not always what you got with Ronin, but he was happy to let others judge him prior to a battle. Her subtle nod and small smile would be noted, and when he surged forward he would almost laugh at her movement to the side, making it so his shoulder missed her entirely and his jaws? Well they would slice into her flesh but only just so, it was enough to cause blood to come to the surface, to coat his elongated canines and to tease him with barely a taste of her blood. He wanted more. His claws would hook into her, but not where he anticipated, it was the pads of her paw that he caught, heat would swell into his own pads as the blood came to the surface, he would grin. Almost smug about their predicament.

She would react by flexing her claws, trying to deepen the hold and she would succeed, digging into the pads of his paws causing them to bleed as well- as if they were making a blood pact. How friendly of them. The lioness tried to jerk him forward with that hold, and he would allow it, moving forward smoothly so that as her teeth reached for his shoulder, they would meet it with welcome, slicing into his scarred and still healing shoulder. The pain would cut through him, causing him to growl as the sensitive healing skin would be cut open and bleed freely. Foolish girl. Ronin would turn his skull in an attempt attempt to bite into the side of her neck, to hold and cause damage. Ronin would also attempt to free his paw by forcing it to the ground widely so that his weight would be evenly distributed afterwards (if successful).



Ronin vs. @Dobromira
Spar
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 20 + 7 + 10 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 16 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 10 + 3 + 20 + 13

Blood bloomed on her tongue and Dobramira felt her heart rate spike like a strike to the chest, her inky muzzle wrinkled in delight as she tasted the raw tang of flesh trying to mend. It would do no such thing if the woman had any say, using her given hold on him to put sharp pressure behind her fangs in attempt to sink them firmly into the meat of his shoulder so that she might shake her head like a feral beast with unfortunate prey.

But she was, wasn't she?

Dobromira's focus was on his pre-savaged shoulder, giving an unintended opening the man to pierce his fangs into the side of her neck. That caught her attention firmly, making a warning snarl rattle in her throat as she turned all of her focus on getting him away from such a dangerous area. His paw was given back freely, her blood-slicked one jerking away like he'd burned her from the contact. Just as quickly, though, she shifting her weight onto her hinds, using his skin-crawling hold he had on her neck as further anchor to try and bring both front paws down onto the man's scarred face with claws extended.


@Ronin vs. Dobromira
Spar
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 5 + 8 + 6 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 15 + 8 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 15 + 8 + 14 + 3

LION, CODE BY LARS

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Her focus was not on all aspects of the fight, focusing so intently on her shoulder, she forgot about her exposed flesh, allowing him to sink his teeth into her neck, canines anchored there as blood would come from the wounds- coating his tongue with a metallic flavor that the beast craved. Her snarl of warning was met with a muffled laugh, amused that she would warn him when she fell right into his well laid trap. Her teeth had sunk into the tender and healing flesh, the shake of her head was enough to have his own snarl of pain sound but it would was followed quickly with one of anger.

She jerked her paw away from his own, allowing him the balance that he so desired, albeit at a cost. His paw would be placed to the ground and burn with pain. It was such a tender area and not one that he wounded often. It’d cause a hiss to escape him but he would grit his teeth as much as he could in an attempt to deal with the pain and cause damage to her neck. Just as quickly as she had released his paw she was aiming to press her claws into his scarred face. Ronins brow would furrow, narrowing the target of his eyes as claws pierced around his brow and cheek, but he did not release his hold. Instead, he would use her move as a disadvantage to her. Ronin would attempt, to shift his weight so that he would rise up a bit and rotate to the side in an attempt to throw her off balance and hopefully into the ground.


Ronin vs. @Dobromira
Spar
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 10 + 8 + 16 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 9 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 5 + 16 + 4 + 17

It seemed he was late in his arrival. Bruno neared the pit with a raised muzzle as he took in the traces of Dobromira's scent, interested to find Ronin, of all lions, as her sparring partner. The young prince attempted to approach them more closely by descending into the pit itself, his movements quick and quiet to prevent distraction. Whatever happened there, he was keen to observe. Bruno quirked an arched brow and flexed his claws into the stone below, beginning to rake them methodically to keep the instruments sharpened. One could never tell when they would get pulled into the thick of things, and Bruno intended to be prepared for what came.

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|| march y9 | 1y 7m | EM royalty | at the pit ||
+5 - Observe a fight
+5 - Maintain your weapons

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Their audience of one was not to catch her attention, all focus being on her opponent as their impromptu brawl began to draw to a close.

She drank in the man's pain, evert twinge and snarl of pain made her muscles burn and a heady rush flood her senses. Even with her neck literally on the line, Dobromira couldn't help taunting laugh of her own as her daggers made contact with the soft flesh of his face. Adrenaline spiked hot as his fangs kept their hold on her and the hound tensed the muscles of her neck, hoping the bunched flesh would dissuade his teeth from moving freely through her.

Bigger than her, her opponent's weight swayed the night-clad women on her paws, but the memory of her last fight was still fresh and she refused to end this one on the ground.

Hind legs bunny-hopping along the line of his momentun to keep herself from teetering over the edge, Dobromira's body was still tilted at an odd angle as she aimed a final swipe at the man's face, blood-inked paws greedily seeking more than they'd been given already before this was over.


@Ronin vs. Dobromira
Spar
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 19 + 4 + 7 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 20 + 14 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 13 + 5 + 7 + 16

LION, CODE BY LARS

@ronin VS. @Dobromira FOR spar
— RESULTS —

Ronin Hits: 3 + 2 + 2 + 4 luck = 11
Ronin Dodges: 2 + 2 + 2 = 6

Dobromira Hits: 2 + 0 + 1 + 3 luck = 6
Dobromira Dodges: 2 + 2 + 3 = 7

Ronin Successful Hits: 4
Dobromira Successful Hits: 0

RONIN HAS WON THE SPAR!

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The fight was coming to a close, he could feel it just as she could. The odds tipped in his favor as she refused to find herself on the ground, choosing instead to crow hop with his weighted motion so that she remained on her paws. They could continue the game, if he wanted to, but as she battered his face with another greedy swipe of her claws, tearing once more into healing flesh he would release her neck and push away from the feisty woman. Ronin would straighten, despite the pain, as he shifted his weight forward, ready to fight more if she so desired. Enough. He would growl, deep throaty tones coming forth with droplets of her blood dripping from his jaws. You’ve lost this fight.

His attention would then turn to their onlooker, a brow raised as he smelt the scent of the Mire on him through the blood that coated his nose. The Princeling was safe, for now. Harming the boy was not a wise move. It was one thing to go after the pride members, Ronin knew all to well that Alaric and Slaine would not tolerate a fight against the royal children. It was noted that he looked remarkably like Erna, though he lacked the thick bearish muscle that she had. His scraggly mane and lean frame reminding him less of his parents and more of a mangy rogue. Enjoy the show? He’d ask, before his gaze shifted back to his adversary. You fought well, the Mire should be proud to have you as a soldier. He commented. She was one of the few that had had the intelligence to shift with him rather than falling over- the woman had earned a mark of respect from the warmonger for it.


+5 - win a fight/spar
+5- complete a spar/fight

@Dobromira @Bruno ♔