@Anniston VS. @Lucien FOR minor maim
— FIGHT TIMERS UNPAUSED —

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5years, no bonus.

@Jafar was first to speak on the news that @Nero shared, and Ronin listened, but his gaze shifted around the crowd. Noting the disinterest and interest with a passive expression, keeping his thoughts to himself. Fortunately, on the note of Alizabeth, they wouldn’t have to wait too terribly long, because Amara would speak, causing Ronin to shift his gaze to her, his brow quirking upward at the words she spoken. Alizabeth hadn’t been to any of the Mammoth events he’d heard of. He’d been to all of them if he remembered correctly. Still, the fact that she said that she had went on her merry way, left Ronin quiet. For now. He could share his thoughts with Nero later.

Jafar would then address him and Ronin listened with acute attention to the words he spoke, he wanted what they all wanted for their prides…well…except maybe the Bluffs. Ronin would nod to him. As do we all, I suppose. I’d be more than happy to speak to you further about an alliance, if you’d be interested. He tilted his head, curious whether the man would even want to ally with the Oasis after all that was to unfold today.

@Tiamat would speak next and Ronin would turn to her, listening intently, though there was hardly a surprise at her words. He would nod to her. Understandable. Then his gaze would shift to @Tinúviel as she spoke. His heart would drop, ears folding back fleetingly before perking forward. Oh how wrong she was. Though he had originally thought of her as a flighty, fragile, bird, he had learned that she was far from it. He took the onslaught of words without rebuttal, but there was a glimmer of hurt there. It was never that simple and here had not been where he had wanted to tell her, but Alaric sort of ruined that when he greeted him with his real name. She would turn to her sister queen and plead to leave, perhaps the sharpest wound of all. He couldn’t stop her though, he would only have to try to find her another time to try and repair what he had broken.

@Amara would speak again, this time to him directly. Ronin listened to her version of how the feud started and he would nod as he listened. If I can temper my heir, would the Dieudonné be willing to do the same? He would ask, curious if a tentative peace was even on the board. Could he help put this feud behind them all? He noted how she would speak to @Louve and @Vermier and he gave them the time to speak to one another as he turned his attention to the next to draw his gaze.

@Revna would speak, commenting that Cassandra was healing from her wounds, but Revna was the Sovereign. He would nod to her respectfully, listening as she made it clear that she could not promise a full alliance, but there was no reason to deny neutrality until she could speak to Cassandra. He would smile slightly, I understand. Cassandra is a tough leader, I hope her wounds heal quickly. He would offer, before his attention was once again turning to another, this time to the fiery @Anniston.

Why would she look for Nero’s family? The condescending response was enough to have his lips twitch, but then she would turn to Ronin and he would incline his head ever so slightly, ready for the fury that was clearly about to be unleashed upon him. Wasn’t setting himself up for success? He didn’t need to look around to know just how many lions in the group did not like him currently. His expression remained smooth and unreadable. His head would tilt ever so slightly at her accusation that he had pissed off the largest prides in Ama. Had he? Or had they pissed him off? However, the icing on the cake was calling Violarum daddy in front of everyone. To which he did his best to hide the laughable smirk that twitched his lips.

A low rumble would finally work its way to the surface, but it was only as she screeched at her Sovereign to attack him, instead of doing so herself. All respect that he had for the fiery girl (despite her parentage), because even he could admit it took balls to stand up and yell at him in front of a crowd, was gone. No, he had no intention of brokering anything with her or Violarum. Still, the warmonger would shift his gaze to @Lucien just as the man would snarl and correct the girl.

His own attention would be suddenly yanked by the all to familiar and angry voice of @Sláine. Eyes would turn to her as she asked who it was he had the issue with, a question she would not be getting, not here in the public. His words had not been an open doorway to spill out their personal drama, but clearly that is what it had done. She would ask of their daughters and what war would bring and again, his lips would twitch, the only indication that her words were reaching him. He didn’t want war, he’d made that clear, but her hormones were clearly getting the better of her. He would pull in his temper, though he would narrow his gaze ever so slightly at the mention of the peak, how she thought matters had been settled. It took every ounce of his will not to yell at her that she had pushed him off the cliff. How was that settling things? Instead he would only show her a flicker of confusion. He would nod to her and Nephthys as they both mention of the release being between Alaric and Neph, he could live with that…though he clearly didn’t want to. If Alaric refused, then it would become a problem.

Slowly she would get to her feet, Ronin immediately recognized her stance and took a step back. I’ll not fight you Sláine. He would say simply, repulsed by the idea and it showed. @Nephthys would speak and Ronin would turn to her, noting the fleeting look that she had given him, fine. He would trust her. For now. It was absolutely pertinent to this conversation, but he would again bite his tongue.

Agreed. Lets keep the personal out of it. He would comment as others brought it up as well. This had not meant to be personal…not really. However, she would continue and there was a growl that could be heard. He did not like her undermining everything he had said, but to say that she would stay with the Mire was a stab to his chest. He would turn his gaze to her, sharp and unreadable.

Then it was Alaric’s turn, he would speak of not knowing of the accusations he spoke about and for a moment, surprise would dance across his expression. Had Slaine not told him of the accusations that his Sovereign had accused him of? My mistake. I was under the impression your Sovereign had filled you in on the accusations she made. He would dismiss it at that, gaze glancing fleetingly to Slaine, only to snap back to the Mire King at the scoff in his tone. Brow rising, almost challengingly. When the Mire King spoke of their past Ronin would snap. A growl in his voice as he spoke. Do not speak to me on trust and value. How dare he bring up trust, when he had trusted Alaric with his family, only to return home a little later than expected to find him fucking his wife.

And now, he was unwilling to release his current mate? As I have said, I do not want war. I just want my wife at my side. Was that really unreasonable? Then @Luther ♔ would speak and Ronin would shift his gaze to the ghostly Heir. No, really, I’d planned on slandering Violarum, but he was too lazy to show up. I did not deceive Scilla, only Tinúviel, I gathered everyone here for more than just alliance reasons. He would comment, before continuing by all means, tell us all how you are already running the Mire into the ground. I’ll take notes. He would say back, if Luther wanted war on a pride he knew nothing about, it only showed his immaturity. None of them knew who lay within the Oasis. It was a young pride but it was far from little. If one wanted to take notes, aside from his personal anger towards Alaric, he had spoken neutrally towards everyone. Unlike like Luther and Anniston, who seemed intent on showing their youth by sneering and mocking. Children should not be holding leadership ranks, that was all they proved.

To his surprise, it would be the plains that broke out in fight. Anniston speaking to the Sovereign before launching an attack. For a moment, Ronin would observe, shifting to the side to give more room for the brawl that was underway. @Vermier would answer his question and Ronin would nod to him, noting the pride that he showed. If he was content to being a puppet, so be it.

He’d glance to Anniston and Lucien a moment before turning back to the group. The other, main, reason I wanted to address everyone together was I’ve recently been given information about another island…They had similar things happen that Ama has gone through… mist, strange visions, the earth moving and collapsing… then unnatural seasons. Overly hot summers, warm winters, little rains in the spring…The lioness I pulled from the sea had lived near the cliffside. The entire cliffside fell into the ocean. He shrugged one shoulder. I thought it was something worth mentioning, given the similarities. It could be something or it could be nothing. Clearly, despite his shoulder shrug, he felt it was close enough that it was worth mentioning to them all. Excessive heat was his new life, but little rains and warm winters? That would affect them all eventually. Especially if the summit continued to melt.

Her words would fall upon deaf ears, Lucien solely focused on what was happenin' before him. He'd relish in the feelin' of his claws tearin' at her flesh wherever they met, not landin' on their intended target and instead scoring across her torso. He'd attempt to drag his claws downward in an attempt to create longer wounds before right paw slammed back upon the stone surface, shoulders rollin' forward as narrowed golden eyes caught of both Anniston lowerin' and snappin' her jaws at his underside while simultaneously tryin' to claw down his left leg. Lucien had to make a split decision, of which one he was goin' to go after, for his jaws couldn't be in two places at once.

The pressure and burnin' that came from jaws bitin' his underbelly was enough fuel for the Sovereign to attempt to strike toward her left front leg with parted jaws. He was attemptin' to wrap his jaws around the middle portion of her left leg, attemptin' to bite down with as much force as he could put behind him. While doin' this Lucien would attempt to swing his hips to his right, attemptin' to cause for Anniston to be jerked forward by his sudden movement and her hold on his underbelly where she stood. He was more than willin' to sacrifice himself by causin' more damage to his body if it meant his body was free from her teeth.


Lucien vs @Anniston
For minor maim - tbd
Round ii/iv
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 20 + 11 + 13 + 16 + 12 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 6 + 10 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 9 + 11 + 18 + 6

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Anniston grimaced as she felt his claws tearing further down her side, rage and adrenaline burning in her blood like fire. Determined as the heiress was, she was not the most seasoned soldier by any definition, and so the weight of fatigue was beginning to drag at her movements. Still, she was not deterred in her vicious pursuits. She grinned around the flesh of his belly, chomping down harder-still in an attempt at deepening her mark there at whatever cost. She tore her claws down the flesh of his leg eagerly, though the limb was caught up when Lucien’s jaws snapped around her forearm with quick punctures. She snarled, pain throbbing from the location of the bite while her claws lost purchase.

The lion whirled out of the way, pulling his belly forcefully from her teeth as she remained stubbornly fixed upon her own three limbs. Determined to free her arm, Anniston lurched her parted jaws forward once more, this time attempting to propel her bite at his left cheek. She tensed her captured arm in an effort at pulling it down toward the ground simultaneously.

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Anniston vs. @Lucien
For Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 17 + 1 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 2 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 15 + 19 + 18 + 16 + 3

@Gunner ★

If this would have been any lion other than Anniston, Lucien would have more than likely considered takin' it a bit easier. But with her little show and tantrum because he didn't listen to her barkin' orders at him he was feelin' a bit different about this whole situation. So when his claws were successful in slashin' down her torso before meetin' the ground he would feel the satisfaction ripple through his body. His jaws would secure their hold on her left front leg, and with this would he attempt to bite down harder on the limb, right as he felt the tearin' on his underbelly happen as he was successful in swingin' his body away from her. Muscles would tense and legs would buckle to help keep him balanced, tail lashin' out behind him.

With his attention focused on his bite, Lucien would be blind to Anniston's snappin' jaws at his left cheek. He would feel her teeth dig into the fatty tissue that was there, piercin' the skin and causin' for a radiatin' pain to shoot through the left side of his face. He'd feel the sudden tenseness of her left foreleg, feelin' the pressure of her tryin' to force its way down to the ground. With a snarl, the dun man would attempt to throw his head back and forth, as if he were tryin' to rip away meat from prey. He was attemptin' to both cause more damage to the limb he still had between droolin' jowls before his hold onto it teetered the line of losin' grip and still holdin' on while also attemptin' to dislodge her hold on his cheek.

Lucien vs @Anniston
For minor maim - tbd
Round iii/iv
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 2 + 6 + 14 + 11 + 10 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 17 + 5 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 13 + 7 + 1 + 15

@Max ★

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Anniston gasped as she felt his jaws tighten even still, each notch of pressure carving acute pain upon her flesh unlike any the adolescent girl had ever experienced. It ignited frenzied spite deep within her – a desire to make the lion hurt, to make him regret ever coming to Lorien or ever daring to challenge her mother that day. That heat fueled her snapping jaws as she managed to close them around the thin skin of his cheek, the taste of metallic iron sour upon her tongue.

This was when the jerking started – the tossing of the lion's head from side to side, effectively ripping his cheek from her mouth while tearing viciously at her leg. Her momentum successfully, painfully plummeted the limb to the earth with a new coating of fresh blood and repulsive drool. Anniston shrieked, lunging her head forward once more in an attempt at catching his left ear between her teeth. Any restraint was long gone from the youth – any lingering traces of comradery between pride-mates. She attempted to rip her head backward to tear the appendage without mercy.

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Anniston vs. @Lucien
For Minor Maim - Torn Ear
Round 4 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 10 + 5 + 6 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 3 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 5 + 17 + 19 + 4 + 12

@Gunner ★

Jaws snapped shut once her leg was no longer being held by them, a continuous snarl vibratin' in his chest as he felt the blood upon his cheek trickle down to follow the contour of his jawbone to finally soak into his ebony mane. Lucien would use the adrenaline that just about overwhelmed him to attempt to shift and turn his front half in her direction, so that he would have her in a slightly better view than prior. As he did this his right front paw would lift and throw itself into the air, movin' with him as he began windin' up a hard and hefty smack for his next attempted move.

Right paw attempted to slap at the nearest cheek of hers that his paw could reach, claws attemptin' to hook and bury themselves deep into the flesh to attempt to drag them downward. If she wanted to maul his cheek then he would repay the favor by makin' sure she had somethin' visible that would remind her of her insolence from this day. As he moved he would feel teeth grip at his left ear, fangs piercin' through the leather and sending a jolt of pain through it.

Lucien vs @Anniston
For minor maim - facial scarring
Round iv/iv
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 5 + 12 + 3 + 1 + 6 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 5 + 18 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 8 + 10 + 11 + 6

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@Anniston VS. @Lucien FOR minor maim
— RESULTS —

Anniston Hits: 2 + 3 + 2 + 0 + 9 luck = 16
Anniston Dodges: 0 + 2 + 0 + 0 = 2

Lucien Hits: 0* + 5 + 3 + 2 + 4 luck = 14
Lucien Dodges: 0* + 1 + 2 + 2 = 5

Anniston Successful Hits: 11
Lucien Successful Hits: 12

*round of dice loss from Fight Club review and missing an attempt word

LUCIEN HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

Please allow the challengers to respond to the fight results first. As per the site rules, if 3 days go by without a post from the challenger(s), they can be skipped. Whichever comes first! Any posts made before this will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Squid

Anniston is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Lucien Wounded Roll: 1d5 = 5

Lucien is WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of [03/14], and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Her chest heaved with their divine violence as she felt the satisfying clench of her teeth around the lion's ear, the taste of blood both delightful and disgusting to the young girl. Still, her fervor was not enough. The desire to cut and flay could only carry her so far. Anniston gasped a shrill breath as she felt his claws tear into the left side of her own face, hooking viciously on the flesh there and tearing downward. Finally, she released her fickle grasp upon him, her eyes brimming with involuntary, thinly-veiled tears.

"Fuck you!" She hissed, glaring at the lion through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth. Any haughtiness she had felt was so quickly shadowed by the pain of reality. Still, she was armed with what she needed: ammunition to prove that Lucien was not truly one of them following his actions that day.

Lifting a paw to her face, she felt the wet scarlet there with horrified distance. It was not her cheek, her blood. How could it be? Anniston recoiled then, turning on her heel to hobble across the rocky scape in an attempt to approach the coolly-coated Ecrosians. While their scarred king was familiar, she could only place the others by association: a lioness blue like the night and a younger lion, pale and cold like ivory.

"Will you please take me home to my father?" She requested firmly, searching their gazes for acceptance. The rest was merely implied: there is no telling what he will do now.

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@Alaric @Luther ♔ @Sláine @Lucien

Morrigan would allow her small entourage to gather around her as still others arrived to whatever this was going to end up being. @Caltáriel and @Talisa were silent and watchful. As she noticed the green eyed prince @Luther ♔ at his father's side, she feared @Isla ♔ might have a more tense reaction, but other than her daughter sitting a little more forward than herself, Morrigan sensed nothing but the same calm watchfulness as her other valkyries.

@Nephthys had arrived and gone to @Ronin's side. Well, that was interesting. It seemed Ronin already had ties to the Tollaire side of Morrigan. She wondered if that would work for or against here in this situation. @Amara arrived and sat next to the younger Frenchwoman whom Morrigan had seen fight her own eldest daughter once before, @Louve. The voice of @Nero pulled her attention from the Bluffs lions as he asked to borrow Ronin's audience for a moment.

She had already guessed what he was going to mention, for the most part. What had come as a surprise was the lingering absence of Alizabeth. The fiery stunner had always turned up by now before. Then it was Ronin's turn again and he began addressing individual leaders. While it was a bit disappointing to be brought up here for no more than politics, Morrigan was sorely overdue for a few visits anyway and currently in no shape to make all those journeys.

Ronin already knew most of her own allegiances, and those he wasn't aware of were vague to Morrigan herself. At his words she laughed, not surprised nor undeserving of whatever Drakon's daughter had said of her. Still, he ended it with an offer of an alliance, "That's a fair assessment. I'm a simple creature when it comes to politics, really. Don't fuck with me and mine, and I won't fuck with you and yours," she shrugged, "I can tell you that I really don't like him," she gestured to @Vermier begrudgingly, knowing he would probably only bask in the attention.

"And I don't necessarily trust the Bluffs but I respect Amara and her reign. Alaric and I have a... fundamental disagreement, and we are long overdue for a conversation of our own," her bi-colored gaze shifted to the Mire King as she finished. "Cassandra is my daughter but she is also her own woman who has her own strong Queen to help guide her," they were allies, yes, but Morrigan wished to make it clear that she and her wife had no control over the Brook. "And the Rainforest is a longtime friend and ally." Now they all knew where the Summit stood.

If she thought this would all remain a simple meeting between rulers, she was very wrong but also very relieved that for once nothing that had anyone fired up had anything to do with her own kingdom. It did have to do with Nephthys, though, which was a shame. Alaric was not happy to see his old ally seemingly so against him. If Morrigan had any lingering suspicions of Ronin's allegiance, the Starke king's reaction seemed to prove him truthful. And then the two Lorien lions were fighting each other, clearly disagreeing on what their hierarchy was.

The whole situation was making the Greyflood warrior very thankful for the uncomplicated personal life she had mostly been able to enjoy. Ronin had made mention, too, of strange happenings in another land, something which brought a frown to the formerly amused face of the Illyrian. She had no desire to live through the destruction of the island again. "We have survived such things before, but we will pray we do not have to again." The fight had come to a conclusion with the Lorien Princess requesting an escort from the Mire lions and Morrigan would wait to see if there was anything else the now Andal King needed of the Summit.

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