On the twelfth day, he was, admittedly, growing restless.

He wanted his progress to come faster. Though he could be exceedingly patient when it came to waiting for things he desired, when it came to this? his personal strength? He had no patience. Who knew how much time he had left before his adversary came for his throat? He could not know and that made him antsy. As much as he was facing his fears, confident that no one would dare try to kill him with so many witnesses of differing allegiances, that did not cover the time after he had left the pit.

It was for that reason it was imperative in his mind that he regain his power, and quickly. It had, after all, been the entire point of the repetition.

Thankfully, he would not wait long for his opponent. He saw him — a lion large in statues, of wheat pelt and red eyes — and issued his challenge easily.

Let us see if you can best me.

@Lachesis vs. @Ruger
For Dominance
Rounds: 0 / 3

Ruger hadn't explored much of Amaryllis despite having been there for several long months. He was finding it more interesting to learn to learn the surroundings around where he were sleeping, but there were only so many stones he could turn over. He were travelling with no destination in mind, stopping now and again to observe the territories he passed to see if there was anything of useful interest to him. And it would be during one of these stops that he would notice a figure standing in the clearing, and it would seem as though he had noticed Ruger, as well. His words would be listened to by black shaded ears, and with a grin would he begin to pad toward the male.

"I'll try to take it easy on you," he would comment with a smirk and a joking tone to his words. With a quick shake of his mane would Ruger speed up so that he were now coming to the lion's right side quickly. His claws would unsheathe and his ears would pin backward, his tail held high as he moved toward his opponent. He wasn't one to engage in fights too often, but he knew how to defend himself and attack when need be. With a final push of his legs would Ruger attempt to use his size to barrel right into the center of the other's right side with his left shoulder jutting forward. His neck would scrunch inward and his skull would turn slight to his right so that he wasn't smashing his maw into the other's side. He wanted to see if he could unbalance the man before he decided on any more moves.


Ruger vs @Lachesis
for dominance
round i/iii
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 5 + 4 + 8 + 14 + 3

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 19 + 20 + 3

luck

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 5 + 14 + 6 + 9

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Though the other lion offered to 'take it easy' on him as a joke, Lachesis found nothing humorous in it. He frowned, in fact, to make certain the lion before him understood that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. He had, after all, not come here to play around. He wanted bloodshed and he wanted it earned. It seemed, however, that his opponent understood this to a degree, for there was nothing in his attacks that suggested he was going easy.

First, the man collided with him, shoulder first, causing Lachesis to cough and stumble over. Though he tried to catch himself, Lachesis fell, landing hard on his side and winding him greatly. Out of breath, he did not immediately get up, instead slowly trying to get back on his feet.

Lachesis vs @Ruger
For Dominance
Rounds: 1 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 18 + 13 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 18 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 2 + 5 + 19 + 13

Ruger and the man collided, and as the other stumbled his opponent would find himself falling. Crimson eyes would watch as the lion hit the ground, landing on his left side, trying to scramble back up onto all fours as quickly as he could. But the wheaten man moved swiftly, attempting to place both of his front paws onto the other's side, his claws attempting to pierce through the flesh it may step upon. Tail lashed behind him, and with a growl would his body then crouch down as his maw moved down and toward the other. Ruger was attempting to bite the other's left shoulder, trying to keep him down for as long as he could. They were in a rather odd predicament, but he made the most out of it the best he knew how.


Ruger vs @Lachesis
for dominance
round ii/iii
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 3 + 7 + 20 + 5 + 18

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 4 + 14 + 20

luck

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 3 + 9 + 11 + 14

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He was too slow, that much became clear to him when he caught movement in the corner of his eye as he tried to stand. He tried to move faster, and yet, failed, finding himself suddenly at the mercy of his foe. In an instant, he felt the weight of his opponent's front paws on his side, hissing as claws dug into his ribs. In such a weak position he could not dream of somehow countering his foe, who bit into his shoulder (always the shoulder!), leaving Lachesis with only one option—

Flail.

And so he attempted to do, aiming to thrash and roll about enough to dislodge himself from the situation before the other had the chance to do serious damage.

Lachesis vs @Ruger
For Dominance
Rounds: 2 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 9 + 6 + 10 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 15 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 10 + 8 + 15 + 5

His hold stuck and the other's left shoulder being held in between his jaws. All seemed to be going Ruger's way, and while he was thinking on his next moves did his opponent begin to flail. He were flopping and flailing like a fish out of water, desperately trying to dislodge the spotted lion. And with his jaws still holding on to the shoulder Ruger was hoping that with the male's jerking and flailing that his teeth may have done further damage. But before long would his neck begin to hurt from the whiplash of the male convulsing back and forth, releasing his hold from the shoulder. His paws continued to try to keep him down, his claws attempting to dig in deeper, Ruger now using all his weight with continuing to keep him down.


Ruger vs @Lachesis
for dominance
round iii/iii
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 16 + 2 + 10 + 5 + 1

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 18 + 9 + 15

luck

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 9 + 14 + 3 + 15

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The plum colossal truly felt as if he, himself, was learning a lot of new things by watching so many fights. Aeistrios had settled down to watch the scuffle from afar, a fresh lamb leg in his jaws as he chewed on it here and there. Limbs we’re laid out, the sun warning him from above as he focused in on the fights before him. He really focused on the attacks- watching the hits each one gave to another. Then, he’d observe the defenses, just how to avoid certain things. He stored what he could away to memory while filling his belly up at the same time.

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He was making his own wounds worse, but that was far better in his mind than allowing another the chance to do it for him. His shoulder would be a bloody mess as it often was, but at least he made the bloody mess. In the end however, his shoulder was released and that made the pain he suffered for that freedom worth it in his mind. He was, however, not out of the water yet, for he felt claws digging deep into his side, with weight holding him down.

Having such a large male on top of him was dangerous, clearly, so he did his best to awkward thrash his limbs at something, attempting to swing at the air in hopes he might find a way to give himself enough leverage to move.


Lachesis vs @Ruger
For Dominance
Rounds: 3 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 10 + 1 + 15 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 17 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 15 + 8 + 3 + 9

@Lachesis VS. @Ruger FOR Dominance
— RESULTS —

Lachesis Hits: 2+1+3+4 luck = 10
Lachesis Dodges: 2+2+2 = 6

Ruger Hits: 2+3+1+3 luck = 9
Ruger Dodges: 3+3+3 = 9

Lachesis Successful Hits: 1
Ruger Successful Hits: 3

Ruger HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Dominance!

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A nimble kick to his chest would cause for Ruger to back off of the lion. He'd slam his pants onto the ground and let out a grunt, shaking out his body as the adrenaline began wearing off. "Maybe next time at least try to make an effort?" His tone was identical to when he first spoke to the lion - joking with that same smirk plastered onto his maw once more. Crimson gaze would shift to the bystander that was watching them before he turned on his heels, tail flicking behind him as he began to make his way toward the makeshift den he had created for himself. The wounds he sustained weren't life threatening, but he definitely wanted to get them all cleaned up.

exit Ruger.

@Lachesis

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