"Here and there."

Bruno snorted. Though his mind itched with curiosity as to the goings-on of this elusive brother, the young prince still had sense enough to know it may not be a matter for outside ears. Or, perhaps he gave this yearling too much credit where none was due. It remained to be seen. He watched with an ever-arched brow as the boy leaped from his rocky perch, strolling over to the red lioness in a showy display and quickly making his intentions to follow known through a rasped whisper.

Bruno turned his gaze briefly to the other diplomat, amusement rising in his chest at the site of her apparent surprise and then acceptance. Such feeling was quickly cut short by the sight of a dark blur plummeting into her, massive in size and ferocity both. The prince lurched backward as sands kicked up around them, bristling as he prepared for some unknown onslaught over a matter so simple as dragging his prodigal brother home. The pace of the scene did not slow, another lion swooping in just as quickly as the first attacker to bear the brunt of the assault. Bruno stood with his legs spread at a crouch and his chest heaving with panting adrenaline, looking about wildly in an attempt to make sense of the scene. Through it all, it seemed that (for once) Ecrosia was not at all part of the fray. He shook his head.

"This doesn't concern us," he muttered lowly for the Stärke youth. Only the scents of grassy plains and muddy brook hung in the air as pairings for freshly-spilt blood, neither party one he particularly cared to meddle with when he could make no sense of the stakes. Turning to the freshly-battered girl, he would only offer a, "good luck with all of that." Then, seeking to catch the rogue's eye for agreement, Bruno would turn to make a trotting exit from the moonlit scene.

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-exit- @Janus @Eisa_{BG — ART — CODE}

The delicate balance of diplomacy between the trio rapidly devolved into an exchange of venom, tooth and claw at the approach of two males. Janus stumbled back in pace with the Stärke ward to avoid the fray. The cause of the eruption was lost on him, looking upon their battle with little care or curiosity.

"This doesn't concern us," said the man.
'Good,' he thought.

He had nothing verbal of his own to offer the lioness, only a curt nod, as she was regarded by the other. Giving the brawl one more passing glance, Janus turned away from it to follow this unknown relative of his. The sounds of the heavy blows and deep bellows grew softer and softer until even the sound of the sea vanished.

exit.

His planted right forelimb is grappled and grabbed by outstretched reached arm and claw of the plains bastard. Cuts tore around his elbow then downwards before being caught up in flesh and torn skin gaining a hold. His shoulder, whichever was aimed for/it wasn't specified, also suffered a grappling deep wound with teeth that punctured more than tore around this time. Blood meager at the moment but pain great.

He aimed to drag his left paw back down towards the ground, to severe through whatever flesh he met and could reach as he aimed to lower the limb back to the ground below him. His body rocked into his right shoulder and he aimed a wild barbaric shove of all of his weight into the lion's biting jaws and neck.

@Aeistrios vs Aquila for Minor Maim
3/4


Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 14 + 15 + 5 + 18 + 11 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 13 + 15 + 14 + 19 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 1 + 3 + 6 + 2

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Flesh was torn among his body as Aquila dragged his paw back to the ground - deep lacerations that screamed in pain, a bloody mess staining the ground under him from them. The Brook lion shoved all of his weight to him - to his bite and his neck, jaws flashing from a sudden force of pain. He is too late to be able to rear back from him, to put distance between them - so Aeistrios attempts to bite down among the flesh shoved to him, hoping he can secure a grip before Aquila moves away or shoves at him again. He really didn't want his jaw to get broken here today - how would he eat? That sounded absolutely devastating. Aeistrios vs @Aquila for Minor Maim 4/4 Hits: Rolling 9d20: 1 + 3 + 16 + 20 + 9 + 8 + 2 + 11 + 5 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 20 + 16 + 9 + 10 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 3 + 14 + 10

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The wound already cut into his shoulder grew deeper and the other lion succeeded in his grapple, puncture wounds born deep into flesh and muscle of Aquila's shoulder sending a white hot seering pain into his brain, into the back of his eyes and making everything go foggy for a second. He plants the grappled shoulder's forepaw down on the ground and again tries to press his weight forwards against the grip. Simultaneously he lifts his other paw and reaches forwards, aiming it for one of his opponent's forelimbs specifically near the elbow. Claws unleashed and aiming to grab into tender flesh near tendons and other delicate things near the joint.

@Aeistrios vs Aquila for Minor Maim
4/4


Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 10 + 6 + 12 + 13 + 7 + 14 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 10 + 14 + 11 + 9 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 15 + 19 + 8 + 6

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Flesh was torn among his body as Aquila dragged his paw back to the ground - deep lacerations that screamed in pain, a bloody mess staining the ground under him from them. The Brook lion shoved all of his weight to him - to his bite and his neck, jaws flashing from a sudden force of pain. He is too late to be able to rear back from him, to put distance between them - so Aeistrios attempts to bite down among the flesh shoved to him, hoping he can secure a grip before Aquila moves away or shoves at him again. He really didn't want his jaw to get broken here today - how would he eat? That sounded absolutely devastating.

{Aeistrios vs @Aquila for Minor Maim
4/4}

Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 1 + 3 + 16 + 20 + 9 + 8 + 2 + 11 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 16 + 9 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 7 + 3 + 14 + 10

@Aeistrios VS. @Aquila FOR MINOR MAIM
— ROUND 4 RE-ROLL, BARBARIAN LEVEL 5 PERK —

As per the level 5 Barbarian trade perk, Aeistrios is re-rolling their dice for round 4 of this fight. This re-roll was performed by @irish ★, and automatically replaces the previous rolls for this round.

Aeistrios Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 16 + 7 + 2 + 10 + 18 + 3 + 17 + 12 + 11

Aeistrios Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 8 + 5 + 7

Aeistrios Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 20 + 18 + 4 + 6

Of course he should target Eisa. The younger, the easier victory. Of course that would be his fixation because to target the real instigator, the one who would have happily continued to actually fight his pregnant wife over and over, was a much harder fight. And if Aquila knew nothing it's that Aeistrios was a cowardly and weak man. It may be war now but it has been war all along since he and his stench came to the Brook and was sent packing with his tail between his legs.

An act Aquila hoped he'd see again soon.

As readily as the plains bastard arrived for a fight so did the Brook Noble. He attempted to approach perpendicularly to Aeistrios's right hind hip at a full run from the side. He shoved his right shoulder forwards as he charged and aimed to knock it into Aeistrios's right hip. His left paw lifted and aimed to reach across under Aeistrios and grab the lion's lower left hind limb just above the ankle joint.

{@Aeistrios vs @Eisa Aquila for Minor Maim
1/4}
**Using his Paladin Perk to take Eisa's place

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 8 + 19 + 14 + 16 + 20 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 20 + 4 + 8 + 9 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 15 + 9 + 7 + 10

@Aeistrios VS. @Aquila FOR MINOR MAIM
— ROUND 1 RE-ROLL, PALADIN LEVEL 5 PERK —

As per the level 5 Paladin trade perk, Aquila is re-rolling their dice for round 1 of this fight. This re-roll was performed by @irish ★, and automatically replaces the previous rolls for this round.

Aquila Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 1 + 15 + 20 + 14 + 11 + 2 + 5

Aquila Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 19 + 4 + 5 + 13 + 20

Aquila Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 13

@Aeistrios VS. @Aquila FOR MINOR MAIM
— RESULTS —

Aeistrios Hits: 6+5+5+5+6 Luck = 27
Aeistrios Dodges: 3+2+2+1 = 8

Aquila Hits: 4+4+5+3+6 Luck = 22
Aquila Dodges: 4+3+5+3 = 15

Aeistrios Successful Hits: 12
Aquila Successful Hits: 14

@Aquila HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR MINOR MAIM!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @irish ★

@Aeistrios is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Aquila Wounded Roll: 1

@Aquila is NOT 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 6/2/23, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

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His grip on the shoulder was obtained, flesh tearing under the force of his jaw - but it is Aquila's other paw that secures a spot, claws shredding through layers of skin, and damaging sensitive muscle underneath. The maim shocks him - defeat swirling through the black dots around his vision. Aeistrios growls, irritation cloaking his features as he departs from combat with the Brook male. A heavy pant is upon him, and blood leaks from his wound - from his leg the most, the pain a searing heat upon his limb. However, his gaze finds @Eisa - before he looks back to @Aquila . "Keep her close to you, Brook." He rasps, a chilling gleam in his eyes as he taunts from afar. He began to take retreating steps, his eyes moving between the two of them with his limping frame. "She'll make a great addition to the Plains soon enough." Perhaps it seemed like an empty threat at the moment, with him weak and injured; maimed as he continues to retreat. However... there is a lingering promise, and as he peered to Eisa again, he can't help but smirk at the idea of it all. "Goodbye, Little Kitty." /exit

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If he has true confidence and strength he'd need not go after those younger and weaker than him. Picking an easy fight had not worked out well for him today. It'll be your life next time. And how badly he wanted to take it today. Instead he resorted to spitting on the Plains false king's turntail defeated form as he walked away. You know where to find me. You better take me down before your kids are left without a father and mother. His pride, his crown, his life would all be torn away. The Brooks noble snarled, bore his teeth and watched with immense delight that bloody form leaving on his own.

He glanced then to Eisa with a soft frown, overwhelming disappointment took him because he knew this weak king would continue his parade and attempts to only pick fights he knew he could more easily win. Wordless, he left.

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