She could feel the male leaning over her, his jaws clamped onto.her, his paw pressing her down into the earth, she felt his jaws release and then saw from the corner of her eyes, him attempt to go for her neck, she snarled and turned her head, attempting to meet him, muzzle to muzzle. With His release on her hind end, she was able to twost her hips better than before, so with her shouldersbeing pressed down, she would attempt to pivot her hips to the side and attempt to plant both and legs firmly against the males stomach area. After this, she would attempt to just bike pedal as fast as possible in hopes of either kicking him off or shredding him to pieces.


"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me!"

Levana felt her chest heaving with every breath she rook, she was panting, her green eyes alight with a need to get this fucker off of her so she could breath and not feel so claustrophobic.

@Levana vs. @Elysian
Minor maim
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 6 + 5 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 3 + 12 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 19 + 12 + 15 + 9

Oh, ooooh hohooooo. This shit was juicy. Alizabeth was late to the party but the party she WAS. Her small form zooms into the scene, her breathy pants an obvious sign of excitement. @Roarke's bold call got her knickers in a fuckin twist, making her eager to do - to take just as much from these stupid fucks. Her desired target woulda been the Queen, but, the second best bitch would do too. A call rings out from those scarred jaws of hers, teeth flashing. "YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS, I HAVE ARRIVED." She'd point a paw at Renfri, her body trembling with anticipation. Tail lashes out behind her, defenses settling into place, "I want YOU, bitch." After all the shit they'd talked, hurting her husbands and then acting like they were bad bitches. Was time to test them, cause their Queen had failed on that part.

Alizabeth vs. ???
For @Renfri
0 1 2 3

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She heard someone yell about "that skeleton bitch" but she didn't have time to turn and look. Whatever it was, she didn't care. She was focused instead on the woman before her, who uttered a vague daft protest before her face met Heloise's paw and seemed to change her tune. {Spirits guide my claws. Maua watch over us all,} she intoned as blood began to be shed on both sides, seeping into the earth. A fitting sacrifice.

The woman charged her, a little huff of breath leaving Heloise as her shoulder made contact with her chest. Then teeth sank into her neck and it was really on. Heloise raised her left paw again, attempting to sink her claws into the woman's right shoulder while she also turned her head, tucking her chin slightly to protect her jugular and attempting to sink her own fangs into the woman's neck at the right side. Two could play at that game, she thought. They were of an even height, so at least their match was relatively even as well.

Heloise vs. @Anniston
for Analia
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 1 + 7 + 12 + 10 + 11 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 8 + 15 + 11 + 16 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 19 + 3 + 14 + 7 + 18

He had heard the call from the Rainforest as he patrolled the Northern part of his own territory and it took some time to figure out what was going on. Flicking his ears back, he decided not to get his pride involved if they didn't want to and would let them figure it out on their own. So swiftly in the dark, he took his route to the NorthWest part of the island. Following the scent of the Plains pride moving to the Brook, but by the time he arrived, there was an amass of fights and bloody battles happening. Growling, he saw a white lioness that was a loud mouth and he lowered his ears. He couldn't mistake the look of the female as the one who fought his brother at the Lagoon. Now, she was trying to take Renfri, which wouldn't do. Renfri was busy with her own fight, and so, he decided to take things into his own claws. Take revenge on the harm she did to Dagge and defend the Heiress of the Plains, because after all, pride ally and her sister was mates with his Heir. Despite the problems between the two lionesses. He would deal with the aftermath later. He was still pissed off about the whole Kvare situation as it was. So this would be a good burn off of his rage. -- FIGHT STARTS HERE -- Baring his teeth, he launched forward. His ears pinned back against his skull, his eyelids narrowed to slits, claws extended out, he ran for Alizabeth. "I don't think so!" He roared to the Summit lioness as he came barreling for her. With agape jaws, he ATTEMPTED to bite her face, he reared up slightly to ATTEMPT a launch of weight into her body by HOPEFULLY knocking her over. Especially with the size difference. His back claws dug into the ground beneath his mass as he kept his front claws at the ready to scratch and do damage as he needed to. His bobbed tail flicking behind him, he had pure fury energizing him. @Alizabeth v Keligan For Renfri (and revenge) 1/3 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 15 + 10 + 8 + 16 + 3 + 13 + 18 + 20 Dodges: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 6 + 18 + 14 + 10 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 10 + 17 + 16 + 7 + 9 (DOUBLE EXP ACTIVE FOR EVERYONE)

It hadn't actually been that long since he'd drawn blood, and Seraphiel was a bit concerned this was becoming a habit again. Still, at least now it wasn't for a bad purpose. It was in protection of his family and the place he called home. Surely no one could fault him for that.

He tried to pull back as he realized what was about to happen, but all that happened was his paw was caught in the man's mouth, and Seraphiel immediately flexed it in an attempt to drive his claws into the man's tongue. He knew if he just let him bite down on it he was going to have a bad time.

Seraphiel vs. @Rugær
for Minor Maim
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 8 + 20 + 5 + 12 + 10 + 7 + 13 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 15 + 1 + 20 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 16 + 19 + 11 + 14

She didn't hear a thing.

She didn't hear the roars - the calls, the summoning of chaos. But she did smell her leader, did smell the crowd - the blood.

It all scared her.

In the smells, she smelt @Renfri . Then she saw her - locked in battle. A gulp, part of her happy to see it - and part of her scared she'd lose the last family she had. She saw a white lioness focus on her, saying something, and only able to make out 'want you' from her lips. Then, @Keligan rushed to meet her in battle - and Novalie felt her ears pin backwards.

Her sister deserved it - Novalie had wished ill on her for years. But never to suffer as she had, no. Not physically. To just feel shame. A blink, and before she knows it Novalie is attempting to throw herself into the side of @Alizabeth , hoping to catch her by surprise.

Maybe, just maybe, it would make her sister notice her again.

Maybe she could have her family again.

Maybe she could redeem herself from her Mother's death.

Novalie and @Keligan vs @Alizabeth
for Renfri
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 10 + 7 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 12 + 16 + 14 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 13 + 15 + 17 + 7

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She will not yield.

Not when the fight is on her land, about her freedom- though she would have fought as fiercely for any of her pride-mates. Her attack is successful, as she rams into the male, her jaws sinking into the skin behind his shoulder. The grunt she heard was like a battle cry in her ear, and as his paw reached out to smack her- she reeled from the pain, as it raked down her side.

She will not yield. So she takes the pain- the searing scratches.

Though she has yet to master, to fight through the pain without a stumble, and stumble she does, hips kicking to the side from the force his blow- a snarl leaving her, before she aims for his back leg- aiming to slice a paw of claws down it, hoping to slam those claws down into his toes with her right paw. While she attempts to maintain her grip just behind his shoulder and thrash her head- opting for maximum damage. All the teasing, and irritation aside- she would fight like a feral beast, for her freedom.

@Eisa vs @Aeistrios
For Theft of Eisa
Round 2/3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 15 + 9 + 3 + 5 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 5 + 1 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 8 + 20 + 7 + 14 + 13

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Was this really any place for a cub? Definitely not. But Viper could not help but notice the stream of other Illyrians rushing from their home to race to the defense of their sister pride. Energy crackled in the air and Viper's teeth ached. She wanted to be useful too. And why couldn't she be? Her bite was venomousus. She could do plenty of damage, even as small and young as she was.

So she left the Summit and made her way down to the Brook. It was a long trek and she didn't know the way, but she was able to follow the scent trails of her fellow pridemates to get there. By the time she arrived the chaos was well underway. Knowing that she worked best from the shadows, she kept to them, slipping among the plants to stay hidden. Her mother had been teaching her and she had been practicing.

The scent trail she had been following lead her to a massive man from the Summit (@Roarke) that she hadn't met before. He was gray with red scale-like markings and a glorious red mane to match. She tucked herself into some bushes near him, watching as he called out a claim on one of the enemy lions, curious and wondering if there might be someone to bite soon.

Viper is attempting to hide!

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It seemed a target had presented itself to Recluse, a lion come to steal Reah from the plains. None immediately took up the giant of a lion on his challenge, so the small plum lion would take him up on it. Give the summit a taste of his unique talent, regardless if it would come back on his family, those who had taken up with the wrong pride and forgotten their traditions.

He would approach Roarke at speed, his only warning given with a low snarl as he lunged head-on at the beast, hoping to curl his front paws around his neck and anchor his claws into either shoulder, fangs aimed at the underside of his jaw. Hind legs would remain grounded, tail protecting his nether regions in the event this lion intended to play dirty.

Recluse vs @Roarke
For @Reah
I of III

Hits:
Rolling 2d20: 19 + 15
Dodges:
Rolling 9d20: 13 + 5 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 7 + 15 + 19 + 18
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 6 + 10 + 17 + 20 + 9

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Sharp talons tear through her tender flesh, and for once, no one comes to save her. No one defends her from the darkness that reaches, aiming to wrap so harshly around her world. He wonders if it is because they think her strong, that she might defeat him on her own. He rumbles a laugh, aloud for her to hear before it is cut off with a underlying growl to her damage at him. She goes for his back leg, her paw slicing down it with claws, and hammering down on his toes. Just as her, he bleeds; and no small amount either. Her head thrashes as well, deepening the wounds she had already placed on him, and so Aeistrios attempts to bite down at her neck, or in the general area. Scare her to abandon her hold on him, hopefully. Everything else was a blur currently; his focus unable to waver from the prize in front of him. Aeistrios vs Eisa for @Eisa 2/3 Hits: Rolling 9d20: 6 + 12 + 2 + 8 + 5 + 20 + 15 + 4 + 1 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 8 + 20 + 6 + 17 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 8 + 9 + 2