Nephthys wasn't sure how her hits weren't landing. It made her angry. She held onto that anger and used it to move forward, hissing between clenched teeth. Although she had missed her target in trying to claw his face, Nephthys attempted to drop her paw back to the ground and then attempted to brace against the headbutt. It landed against her chest, winding her and undoubtedly would result in bruising. Nephthys took the opportunity of his head being lowered to attempt to snatch his muzzle between her teeth, hoping to crush the bridge of his nose to cut off airflow.

Nephthys vs. @Keligan
Spar
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 18 + 1 + 15 + 8 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 4 + 16 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 17 + 1 + 13 + 11

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

There is a moment when the patchwork male on the sideline began to pay too close attention to the cobalt creature. The giant spared the burning gaze of the smaller male a faint look of intrigue as he danced ever closer. Butit was only as the dark lion set upon him that Acheron would respond, turning toward his new opponent with the smile of the devil inked across his parted lips.

Slam. The impact of Siren's tutor as he collided with Acheron's chest caused the giant to stagger backward a step. Chest heaving, certainly bruised, the blue celestial hummed out in satisfaction. What delightful friends his siren had. His muscular legs tensed, aiming to use clawed feet to halt him from any further backward motion as he tried to tuck his chin down, his own teeth aiming to meet the other's attacking jaws in a painful clash of ivory.

Right limb would lift, aiming to try and smack his right paw into the nearest side (left?) of the dark male's skull.

Was this a battle for the scarlet lioness? Or had the archangel committed some sin? The savageness of Amaryllis never ceased to bring a smile to his inky lips.


Acheron vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim (tbd)
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 20 + 11 + 3 + 7 + 18 + 9 + 10 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 14 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 13 + 1 + 16 + 4

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Scrape of her nails clipped his face as his opponent put her paws down. Ooze of blood line left the safety of his skin as he bled. Eyelids remained narrowed, ears pinned down against his skull, his head butt move was successful in hitting his mark. She gasped from the impact and Keligan kept his purple gaze on her. His stumpy tail twitched behind him as his claws gripped the ground. As his opponent moved to grip his muzzle with her jaw, he lifted a paw with extended claws to attempt a smack on her face to release her. Attempting to push his entire weight into her to knock the wind out of her lungs to get her to let go.

Keligan vs. @Nephthys
Practice Spar
Round 3 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 4 + 9 + 19 + 14 + 10 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 6 + 7 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 3 + 12 + 9

{OOC: Putting in a request for judging}

@NEPHYTHYS VS. @Keligan FOR SPAR
— RESULTS —

Nephthys Hits: 4+3+2+4 luck = 13
Nephthys Dodges: 2+2+1 = 5

Keligan Hits: 3+3+4+2 = 12
Keligan Dodges: 1+2+0 = 3

Nephthys Successful Hits: 10
Keligan Successful Hits: 7

NEPHTHYS HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR SPAR!

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Although she had nothing against the man, Nephthys was glad when she was able to pull away from him and disengage. She ran her tongue along her lips and licked away any blood that had gathered there before offering the man a stiff nod. If you'll excuse me, she murmured, turning on her haunches to see @Acheron and @Ronin clashing. She could only assume he recognized the scent of him in her pelt, but oh, she wasn't sure she was going to like the outcome. Ronin either won and made Acheron hornier, or he lost and was maimed. There was no real downside for Acheron either way, especially considering he wasn't desperate for the company of women. She clenched her teeth as she moved to sit down, her eyes locked intently on the battle.

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Slam. Air would squeeze from his lungs, but it would jostle his adversary, giving him time to refill his lungs with a large gulp of air, the expansion of his chest at such a deep breath would cause his chest to ache, reminding him of the bruise that would be there later. Despite the pain, a smile would pull at the warmongers lips, even as they outstretched and reached for the blue enemy.

To his surprise, however, the man was reaching for him, in a painful clash that could be both felt and heard, teeth would gnash together, bumping roughly against one another. Tiny cuts where his teeth grazed his gums would bleed, though not as much as he was sure his opponent wanted. Ronin did not stop the assault, instead, he would aim his teeth to wrap around his opponents lower jaw, in an attempt to grab and hold, the angle was awkward, his skull cocked to the side to try to keep his snout out of the mans mouth- whether that was successful or not was unclear.

Right limb of his opponent would lift, trying to smack him on the left side of the skull. Given the angle of his skull, it would hit his lower jaw, chin area. A grunt of pain would be heard, but he would not yield, not yet. He couldn’t tell if claws had been out, if there had been, blood would seep from the wounds on his jaw and chin.

Ronin would shuffle his paws, attempting to brace himself, preparing for another attack, one he wasn’t quite ready to use yet, but he needed to be in the right position. If successful his paws would shuffle to distribute his weight more to Acheron’s left instead of being centered.



Ronin vs. @Acheron
Minor Maim/payback, bitch.
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 9 + 5 + 18 + 4 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 8 + 13 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 16 + 15 + 17 + 19

With the clamp of his muzzle with her fangs clipping his skin, he lost. As @Nephthys let go and excused herself, Keligan rose a brow before noticing the other fight. Apparently, the lioness knew who the two quarreling lions were and she went over to watch them. Pondering for a moment, the blackened brute decided that he was going to stay and see how the other fight ended. Licking his lips, tasting blood from the bite marks on his muzzle, he tasted the iron. Moving to sit down out of the way, he watched the two lions battle as he started to clean himself. But after a few moments, he decided that he didn't want to get involved with the drama and moved to leave the area. He just needed more practice.

EXIT


Master: Barbarian
+5 Complete a spar or fight
+5 Lose a spar or fight (defaulted or judged)

(Sammie said I could edit my post so I could have his leave)

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Whatever drove the dark male in this fight. Acheron was pleased to find himself the centre of emotions. He was vaguely aware that his siren had now stopped her fight, because her sultry scarlet form had appeared at the edge of his own.

But who was her champion? Acheron had a little feeling that it was not him.

The clash of teeth against teeth was a painful jolt to the senses, scraping blood and skin from Acheron's muzzle and gums. But he did not seem to deter his opponent for long, as the masked man successfully took hold of the cobalt giant's lower jaw with his own. Acheron could feel the sharp touch of fangs nestling through the skin of his jaw and pinching against his tongue. He tried to shake his skull, aiming to shake off his opponent and attempting to widen his mouth to aid him in the endeavour.

Though Acheron's right paw had connected with flesh, it landed upon Ronin's lower jaw rather than the intended side of his skull. The blue male tried to retract his claws a short distance before trying to slam them down again, this time aiming for Ronin's neck with his claws. Hoping to gouge flesh and hear the yelps of pain.

If Acheron was aware of the dark male shuffling to his (Acheron's) left, he didn't show it. Too distracted by attempting to free his jaw.


Acheron vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim (tbd)
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 4 + 5 + 2 + 16 + 13 + 19 + 3 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 7 + 14 + 6 + 10

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Success! He would successfully grasp hold of the lower jaw, the awkward angle causing his neck to ache, but he only had to hold on a bit longer. Blood would touch his tongue, invigorating the warmonger to do more damage, but still he waited patiently. The blue devil would shake his skull, causing a jarring, jerking motion that made his neck ache all the more, a growl rolled from his throat, though it came out as more of a growl of laughter. Ronin would not be so easily swayed. Ronin could feel his grip loosen slightly from the shaking, but not enough to cause him to let go.

Claws would sink into his neck, despite his mane, he could feel the claws press into his flesh, causing blood to tangle into his mane and a snarl to come from the beast, not a yelp of pain. Ronin would never yelp, the pain only fueled him further. Much like it did the beast he fought. Left limb would come up, attempting to press into the right side of his adversaries face, claws unsheathed to puncture and dig in. Simultaneously, his weight would shift further, the front half of him attempting to pull the beast down (towards Acheron’s left) by his jaw. The warmonger offered no mercy here, he wanted to break his opponent, to make him regret ever fucking with Nephthys.


Ronin vs. @Acheron
Minor Maim/payback, bitch.
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 20 + 18 + 4 + 10 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 2 + 16 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 2 + 18 + 12 + 3

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

All attempts to shake off the male amounted to nothing and Acheron felt a blossoming pressure in the lower portion of his jaw. The giant ceased the incessant movement of his broad skull, perhaps unfortunately, for as his own claws took successful and brief aim at the male's neck, the masked lion raised his left paw to Acheron's muzzle, grasping and tearing the skin of its right side (of his muzzle) as he (Ronin) pulled the cobalt angel's skull downward and to the left.

Acheron immediately attempted to return his previously attacking forelimb to the earth. The behemoth aimed to tuck down his chin, trying to pull against Ronin's strength and at the same time, stepping forward in an attempt to try and knock his opponent off course, aiming to smack into him with his chest.

Acheron vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim (tbd)
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 7 + 15 + 14 + 19 + 1 + 11 + 18 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 1 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 15 + 16 + 1 + 18

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