Everything was a blur as she was shaken and thrashed, the pain spreading through her entire body. It was only one it had all stopped, her body discarded on the ground as if she was nothing, that she noticed the distinct lack of pain in one place in particular. A lack of any feeling at all. She tried to pull her limbs under her, to push herself up, but only three obeyed. The thought occurred to her slowly, the nerve damaged caused by his brutal bite on her spine. The loss of a limb was worth her life, though. And now, if anyone asked why they detested the Brook, she dared anyone to contest this as a reason. Sure, they had invaded. They had brought this on themselves, but Renfri was not a fair woman. Aquila would pay. She looked around as the Brook male moved away from her, going off to start his next fight. The white bitch that had come to their borders recently, it took her a moment to process the words she’d heard faintly over the chaos of battle, but it clicked now. Her freedom was once more on the line. Her lips curled, and she tried to push herself upright, as though she could contest the claim herself. The movement sent the world spinning once more, though, the roiling in her head spreading to her stomach until she was sure she was going to vomit from the overwhelming sensation of pain that had encompassed her entire body. She couldn’t fight, but it would seem she wouldn’t have to. She watched, @Keligan swept in to take up the challenge, to defend her. Lips parted, surprised. When she had spoken to him about their alliance, he had said they were trying to stay out of conflict. She had assumed he would sit this out, considering the Plains were the invading party, and not being attacked unjustly. But he had come, and he was fighting. For her. And no sooner than she had realized this, she noticed another joining the fight for her. The last one she would have ever expected to come to her defense. @Novalie. Her mouth went dry and that. Guilt was a foreign concept to the Heiress, but she’d already had inklings of the feeling. It had become most apparent to her when she’d interfered with Etain, the uneducated yearling that had the misfortune of being not the first of many trespassers on the Plains. Despite that, that feeling of wanted to repair mistakes of the past, she hadn’t even had any idea how to go about it. Where to start, or how. She didn’t think her sister would have any desire to hear from her. In all honesty, she had expected that the mauve healer would rather have Renfri dead. There would be no ignoring her now, though. She glanced around again, taking in the rest of the scene. There was so much going on she didn’t even know where to look. Keligan and her sister were the only ones from Caladan to show, but it was more than she had expected. She watched as their allies from the Rainforest battled, glad to see that they were here and finally holding up their end of things, unlike they had at the Obsidian challenge. She took a moment to appreciate @Henrik as he battled, too, knowing that he had not seemed particularly thrilled when she’d warned him about the conflict when he’d first joined. He had appreciated her honesty, but she had wondered how many of their members would be chased away or dissuaded by their conflict with the Brook. How many of them would last the test of time, and true battle. They made her proud. Each and every one of them that fought on behalf of Lorien. Even @Rugær had shown up, which she guessed shouldn’t have surprised her. He had been angsty when they reunited, and from what she knew of him, she knew getting his paws bloody would be what was needed for him to be able to think clearly enough to try and integrate into a pride where he was not top dog. It was a shame he had to do that before coming face to face with Aeistrios. She had hoped to see the brothers fight each other. Maybe over her, if she was really lucky. And maybe she still would be fortunate enough. Neither of them were very restrained when it came to their women, and she suspected the conversation between the three of them would be quite interesting once they were all recovered enough from this to be coherent. She spotted @Khadija then, and with her remaining strength, she hobbled over to the yearling, her lame hind limb dragging behind her. She let out a soft grunt as she all but collapsed beside the girl, looking her over. She was in rough shape, but seemed better off than the Heiress was at least. “You did well.” Renfri muttered, her voice strained from the pain of her own wounds. She hadn’t seen the girl fight, but win or lose, it didn’t matter to her. She had fought her hardest, and that was what was important to her now. Consciousness was a challenge, a struggle for her to hang on, but she used every ounce of strength she had left to remind upright to keep an eye on the battles around her, as well as her members. The fight for her own freedom, of course, had most of her attention, but it didn’t stop her from looking around and eventually spotting something that had her heart nearly stopping in her chest. Her daughter had come. Her lips parted, to call out to her, to demand she leave immediately. But would that not draw more attention to her? To call their enemies focus to what could hurt her the most, more than a paralyzed limb or the taking of her life. Seifri’s life, the lives of all her children, mattered more than anything to her. The word died in her throat, white hot panic coursing through her as a frantic gaze swept once more to see if any of the defending party had spotted her, aside from the much larger cub she had run into. Holding her breath, she watched to see what would happen. She no longer cared about any of the other fights taking place, didn’t care if the raid was lost as a whole. As long as @Seifrienriosa made it back home safely. And if she did make it home, gods help that child. Renfri’s instructions had been clear. Stay home, in the den. She had expected they would likely disobey to a certain extent. Perhaps use the lack of supervision as a chance to sneak out and play in the territory at night. But not this. What would have possessed her to come all this way? What was she thinking? This was perhaps the one time she regretted the strength of her own genetics. A small, abyss child with that striping on her flank, the speckles across her shoulders and front legs. There would be no mistaking her as a Saxe child, which meant there would likely be a target on her head, and based on the throbbing in Renfri’s own skull, if she even attempted to try and fight on behalf of her daughter now, she would go down hard and fast. She wasn’t even sure she’d be able to make it across this distance before her body gave out. She could only hope that her daughter was clever enough to get herself out of whatever she had just gotten herself into until there was someone available who was actually capable of protecting her.

Art & Code by Vasilia

The taste of his opponent's blood in his mouth is confirmation of success even as the impact of teeth against hard service sends a painful jolt through his skull. Left paw finds its mark as well, but he does not have long to dwell on small victories as that same rigcage is pushed and pulled away as his opponent pivots to a more suitable position.

Khal attempts to yank his head back, abandoning his attack with his jaws, but not in time to avoid the scrape of torn flesh across the top of his muzzle and through soft pink nose. He keeps his jaws agape as he feels the blood beginning to drip into his nostrils. As he feels his opponent's left claws begin to tear through the thick mane and puncture the flesh of his neck, he would attempt to slam his still lifted own left claws down onto the planted right toes of his opponent.

It was all he could think to do as he was met with equal brutality. He'd picked someone bigger and older than himself, likely far more experienced, too. Of course he had, though. It had been a running theme of his, noble stupidity.

@Khal vs. @Rainhart
for Minor Maim (TBD)
ii/iv
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 18 + 11 + 12 + 16 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 17 + 18 + 4 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 10 + 15 + 9 + 3 + 13

+1 luck from lead scout perk

coding by flea & image by yumpy

His opponent comes barreling towards him. Aquila is struck on the upper half of his left side, nearer to his shoulder than hips. A severe ache radiates from impact and he is staggered to his right one step. A step he takes wider with his hind leg as he attempts to turn and face Lachesis head on. Teeth grasping out, lashing and aiming wildly for the skin along the Plains lion's left side cheek and muzzle. His breathing was raging and uneven- hot plumes of exhaled breath radiating from his lips and nose with each forceful collapse of his chest. And anger. Rage. All he saw, all he felt.

He'd kill them. He'd kill them all.

Aquila vs @Lachesis
for Ania
1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 17 + 8 + 11 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 2 + 16 + 9 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 7 + 9 + 12 + 17 + 15

( -2 hit/dodge for wounded/fatigued, +1 luck for Khal's presence_{ART — CODE}

hexa lumine

your best bet is to stay away motherfucker

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The brute shouted then and told Hexa that Heloise wasn't going to be hers. She let out a low growl. "She won't be mine today, but I'm not stopping," she told the Summit man. She couldn't help but smirk, her ruby-red gaze narrowing. Her head hurt so fucking bad but she wasn't one to easily step down. Her muscular figure turned away from the man and she stalked back into the chaos, hoping to lose him.

That was when she found the new Noble, her eyes locked on to his form as he began to fight with the Vermeda king. She couldn't help but lick her licks and cackle. "Oh this will be fun," she muttered to herself.

Without another word or thought she would run forth towards the brute's left side and attempted to rake her claws against his rib cage.

@Hexa & @Lachesis vs. @Aquila
For @Ania
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 18 + 5 + 8 + 19 + 1 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 3 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 1 + 8 + 2 + 10

Fatigue applied to dice (-1 hit/dodge), Barbarian Level 2: Able to take on another opponent after losing a fight (once per thread)

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code by scorpixia♡︎ | art by vasilia

Just as Morrigan was enjoying the first taste of her initial opponent's blood, she would see the expected, hoped for figure of Parvati attempting to flee. At the same moment as a vaguely familiar face moved to block her. Morrigan's eyes narrowed as her former pridemate very clearly pulled his punch, nor did he seek to really help her own would-be victim. Interesting, she thought, but ultimately unimportant right now if wasn't going to bother her.

She felt her grip threatened as her opponent swing his hips but she let the momentum he offered carry her even as she attempted to grip even tighter on his right hind limb, the jarring movement rattling through her jaw and skull. Gladly offering her own substantial rump to him, she would attempt to kick her right hind limb out to try and kick him in the side of the face that had turned to look at her, talons out. Is this what you wanted?

@Morrigan & @Parvati vs. @Henrik & @Azriael
For Parvati
Round II / III
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 16 + 8 + 18 + 15 + 10 + 5 + 17 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 12 + 13 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 7 + 15 + 9 + 17 + 2 + 13

table by ferus, art by grav3wolf

Unlike the last time he attempted to lay claim, help arrived in the form of Hexa. He did not know her personally, but the fact that she was fighting on his side was more than enough for him. He had no time to greet or otherwise acknowledge her for Aquila's teeth dug into left cheek and muzzle. He could feel the blood oozing from the wounds. Roaring in anger and in pain, he did not intend for this offense to go unanswered. He unsheathed his claws and swung his paws wildly, attempting to rake them down the nearest leg of the Brook lion.

Let it be known he would not simply give up.

@Hexa & @Lachesis vs. @Aquila
For @Ania
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 17 + 12 + 3 + 9 + 4 + 16 + 1 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 8 + 12 + 18 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 20 + 15 + 16 + 2

There was success in so much as he got the man to let go of his paw without the delicate bones being crushed into tiny (tinier?) pieces, but he felt the delicate covering of skin being torn to ribbons on the exit, to say nothing of the pads of his paw. He'd stagger if he wasn't bigger than the man, but it was a near thing.

He knew the paw wasn't going to take his weight well enough to swap attacking limbs, so he was stuck with making a sub-optimal decision either way. Might as well stay upright, he thought, especially with all the chaos around them. So he made the choice that seems like it'll land him less in trouble and took another swipe at the man with his already injured paw, droplets of blood flying in the air as he attempted to sink his claws into the other's already wounded right shoulder.

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

Rolling 8d20: 4 + 13 + 2 + 16 + 9 + 12 + 5 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 1 + 16 + 6 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 20 + 10 + 2 + 16

Rainhart’s teeth scrape briefly, barely at the tender skin of the lion’s nose bridge, lancing. He tastes the hint of blood in his mouth, resisting the urge to make a soft, satisfied sound. He feels the claws of his left paw clutch into flesh and fur of Khal’s mane, tearing as he had so wished. Win or lose, Rainhart is thorough enjoyer of a good fight, and although this opponent is younger, they do not feel excessively apart in strength. Excellent.

He feels the tawny lion’s left paw slam down upon his right, bruising and puncturing with piercing claws, blood welling. It is exquisite and excruciating.

Rainhart doesn’t hesitate, and attempts to slash the claws of his left paw directly down to the ground, trying to tear at Khal’s neck and right side chest. He simultaneously aims to snap forward with gaping jaws at the man’s left cheek, trying to deliver another glancing bite. This young man had picked this fight - it was only fair Rainhart could have a proper taste.

He kept his eyes narrowed, ears flattened and his weight levered to his back limbs with a lowered hindquarters, tail extended for a counterbalance.

Rainhart vs @Khal
For Minor Maim
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 8 + 18 + 20 + 13 + 9 + 1 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 17 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 2 + 8 + 7 + 13

code © hinter

and we don’t need saving

We’re hell raising

Everything happened just as quickly as she got there. Someone who should've stayed in the den, where it would be safe for the children she did not know she was carrying, but Ygritte had grown confidence in her art. Courage where it was needed and found that she couldn't sit still when her family was fighting for what was theirs. Ears twisting on top of her head at all the noise. The fighting, the blood that clung to the air around them as she ventured through the crowd and went hunting for anyone injured that was an ally. Though there were so many scent she wasn't sure who was who.


Ygritte is looking for others to heal. Open to being stolen.

code by corvus / image by kim

Aquila's right front leg suffered scratches from Lachesis's extending forelimb, wounds already suffered in his previous fight made worse. Deeper. More blood. More. War. Anger. Kill kill kill. His left side rib cage too torn by way of Hexa's claws. Sweet saccharine perfume. Dull. Numb. A machine to fight. A machine to destroy.

Aquila lashed out again towards Lachesis's face, this time reaching higher and aiming to drive his teeth into and through the Plain's lion's left eye ball. Piece by piece Aquila would dismantle his enemies. He'd burn Amaryllis to the ground for this and everyone within.

Aquila vs @Lachesis / @Hexa
for Ania
2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 14 + 20 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 3 + 20 + 10 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 5 + 20 + 6 + 18 + 12

( -2 hit/dodge for wounded/fatigued, +1 luck for Khal's presence_{ART — CODE}