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Spring finally crept into the lands, warming it with the suns rays…when it wasn’t raining. Today was not a sunny day. Storms rolled overhead, thundering and flashing lightening in the sky. An ominous energy hung in the air, but it electrified the beast that wandered through the Pit, looking for an adversary to fight again. It did occur to him that he should heed his sisters advice and rest, but…there was an energy within him that would not settle except during a fight, only to return shortly after. He needed that energy to settle now, thus, here he was, pacing in the Pit.

The warmonger would pause, standing in the center of the pit as rain began to fall, quickly slickening his coat wet with a cold rain. Ronin would roar a challenge, letting the wind carry it where it may as thunder boomed overhead. Someone would come and fight- even during a storm. He wasn’t the only restless soul out there.

Ronin vs @Lachesis
Dominance
0/3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 18 + 19 + 11 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 18 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 19 + 16 + 15 + 13

Storms used to be such a calming thing for him, back before he was bitten by a serpent and the visions came. There was nothing quite like listening to the roar of thunder thrumming with his heartbeat, or seeing flashes of lighting illuminate the sky. Now, he found them disconcerting, certain they were vessels in which he could hear fate's voice.

Today, she called him to the pit, and he listened, if only because it further his own goals.

Let it never be mistaken that he would follow her blindly. Even if he intended to unseat her, she was occasionally, right.

As he climbed down the pit, he heard the roar of a challenger, and so, came down to meet him, wounds in all.

Would he win this fight? Unlikely, but then, he only wanted to feel alive.

And so he would.

You have first move, friend! He shouted over the roar of thunder, bracing himself for what came next.

Lachesis vs @Ronin
Dominance
0/3

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The warmonger would not have to wait long as rain darkened his already dark brown coat, cooling his hide even further, if he hadn’t so much adrenaline and excitement burning through his veins, the beast might have shivered. As it was, he would merely pace and wait, pace and wait. Then, finally another would emerge in the growing storm. Ronin would grin at the prospect of someone answering his call and would turn to face the man. Eyes would shift over his form as a shout was made, telling him to make the first move. The lion that answered the challenge was smaller than him, but not by a lot, he was tall and lanky, lacking in the thick muscle that Ronin had.

Ronin would nod to the white faced challenger and would begin to move, ready to begin the dance of violence and blood. Jaws would relax, parting slightly- ready to fall open fully when the time was right. Claws would flex, gripping into the softening soil below as tail lashed behind him. The beast would brace himself and Ronin would smile, moving forward in a prowling posture with his head just above shoulder height. This time, the warmonger did not rush into the fray, instead, he would nearly walk up to his adversary with a deceptively lazy stride. If any knew the warmonger, he was a calculating beast, and as much as he loved to rush into the fray, that was not always a possibility. Today, the beast would test out a new method of starting a fight.

As he got within striking range, the dynamic of Ronin would suddenly shift. Where his movements were slow and relaxed, now they were quick and tense as he suddenly swiped out with his left paw, attempting to strike at the mans jaw, hoping to cut into his lower jaw, lips. This was not a heated fight, if anything, the beast was playing with his opponent. This was just for fun, honing skills and all of that.


Ronin vs @Lachesis
Dominance
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 4 + 2 + 9 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 20 + 16 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 3 + 12 + 7 + 18

In truth, the only reason he had allowed his opponent to go first was sheer laziness...or was it exhaustion. Really, he hadn't felt like going first but whether that was because of his wounds or the need to switch things up was up for debate. Not one he would have, given that his opponent seemed keen on slapping him in the face.

Seriously, what was with the lions here and their seemingly unified desire to hit him in his face? Could they not tell he was gorgeous? Hmph.

In any case, he had the fight he wanted on his paws, so it was time to deal with it. Claws cut his jaw, and for that, he surged forward, ears flattened and teeth bared as he attempted to strike the closest part of Ronin to him.

Lachesis vs @Ronin
Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 7 + 18 + 14 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 20 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 5 + 19 + 10

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What surprised the warmonger was that…well…his opponent didn’t really take any moves to avoid the paw swipe. What an unorthodox way of fighting. The underside of his paw would warm with his opponents blood as it trickled from his claws down to the pads. It wasn’t a deep cut, unfortunately, but that was alright. It would be enough to goad his opponent into surging forward, teeth bared, aiming for his body, but without any particular target. Ronin would have just enough time to shift his head, so that teeth would slice into his cheek instead of his muzzle. The slice would burn, blood instantly warming his face as blood stained the dark brown of his face.

The warmonger would grin, muscles tensed to brace and attempt to push forward into the man, hoping to stagger him backward. He could have done this with all four feet on the ground, but he did not. Instead, he would attempt to grasp the mans shoulders, claws unsheathed to slice into flesh deeply.




Ronin vs @Lachesis
Dominance
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 17 + 6 + 5 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 15 + 3 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 14 + 2 + 15 + 1

His teeth cut into cheek rather than muzzle, but he would take any contact as a small victory. That was all he desired, truly, to feel alive and spill blood while thunder boomed overhead and rain poured down on them both. Feeling cold rain running into his wounds was cathartic in that way and he could dare to say he wished to feel such a sensation more often.

What he could possibly do without was lions tearing into his shoulders as Ronin did after pushing into him. His foe's larger stature caused him to stumble when they made contact. Thinking it better to get out of the situation, Lachesis attempted to rear back and forcefully pull himself free of the grab, regardless of the pain he would put himself in.

Lachesis vs @Ronin
Dominance
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 20 + 16 + 1 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 14 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 7 + 19 + 16 + 3

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The beast would pull back, away from him, yanking his claws from flesh in a both satisfying and frustrating way. He would growl as he came back to all fours, cold rain cooling his heated frame to the point he wanted to shiver. Again Ronin would attack, jaws reaching in a bluff attack, pretending he was going to go for the beasts face, but at the last moment his body would shift attempting to shove forward, shoulder rolling forward as his body attempted to angle to the right and slam into the beast again.

It was an odd way to do battle, but this was just a squabble, a skirmish in the rain. This was not war, or serious. Why not leave the man bruised instead of bloodied? This was to test, not to wound. After all, he was not from the mire…or at least… he didn’t reek of the swamp. He was just a stepping stone on his way to getting into shape for a real war.



Ronin vs @Lachesis
Dominance
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 11 + 1 + 6 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 17 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 1 + 2 + 15

The pain he put himself in by ripping away was immense, though he could not regret it when the battle was not over. His eyes, though narrowed, focused on his opponent and he found himself bracing himself to move as he expected jaws to come for his face (always with the face!). Instead, he found that his foe suddenly shifted and lead with his shoulder and he slammed into him.

Rather that make space between them, Lachesis attempt to rear up on his hindlegs and grab onto the other with his claws unsheathed, hoping keep the space between them small so that he could maintain contact with his opponent and attempt to bite down on whatever was closest.

Lachesis vs @Ronin
Dominance
3/3

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 2 + 20 + 7 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 18 + 13 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 18 + 13 + 5

@Ronin VS. @Lachesis FOR dominance
— RESULTS —

Ronin Hits: 1+1+1+6 luck = 9
Ronin Dodges: 2+2+1 = 5

Lachesis Hits: 4+3+3+6 luck = 16
Lachesis Dodges: 3+1+2 = 5

Ronin Successful Hits: 3
Lachesis Successful Hits: 11

Lachesis HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR dominance!

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4 years, no bonus.




Ronin was not the winner here, it was clear as claws dug into either side of his neck, holding on to him. The warmonger could have continued, jaws itched to reach forward and sink back into his opponents flesh, but the beast did no such thing. Snarling Ronin would cease his assaults on the man. He knew when he was bested. I yield He would finally say, his snarling lips turning into a grin. It wasn’t often he was bested in such a way, but even now, the beast would make an attempt to pull away, giving more space for the man.

We should spar again sometime. It’s nice finding someone worth fighting. He would conclude, taking another step back, pausing long enough for the man to respond before he would nod and make his way to leave. He could come back another day, for now, he was soaked, bleeding, tired and cold. He wanted to find shelter to rest.

@Lachesis