It was chaos around him, and Seraphiel had to admit that he didn't know where to turn or what to do. The stench of blood was thick in the air, threatening to pull him back to the days of his youth where he had, not that he would ever admit, participated in raids much like this from the opposing side.

With a mighty shake of his head, Seraphiel moved off the main part of the battlefield, starting to feel the aches of his fight. He had given as good as he had gotten, better perhaps, but that didn't mean he wasn't injured himself.

There was a young woman prowling the perimeter of the arena, the scent of the Brook strong on her, and he moved to her side in an attempt to block her from view with his larger frame. You must be careful here, he commented softly, trying not to draw attention to her. They will try to take you too. He can tell she's a medic by the herbs she's carrying, knows she's here to help, but still he worries.

@Ygritte

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He felt the prick of claws along his cheek, but his bite seemed to have deterred her enough he didn't suffer anything beyond perhaps pinpricks, and he was rewarded with the scent and taste of her blood as she tried to pull her wrist away. Ryker let her. His own claws, coated in the sap of the manichineel tree, seemed to touch something but he had no time to assess what.

Her shoulder came for his face, and Ryker rocked himself backward, rear limbs bending slightly to pull his head away. Though she would still connect, the damage would be lessened - a moderate bruise to the side of his muzzle rather than something deeper - as his chin tilted down to tuck toward his throat.

As his rock backward finished, it would shift smoothly into a returning rock forward, as he attempted to meet her searching fangs with the flat of his forehead. Though it would result in lacerations to his own forehead, he was trying to slam into her muzzle hard enough to at least rattle her teeth.

His still-raised right forepaw would lift further, as he tried to hook claws into the left side of her neck and tear down toward the ground.

Ryker vs. @Zahra (@Shazaki ★)
Minor Maim (tbd)
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 5 + 19 + 15 + 9 + 10 + 4 + 12 + 1 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 15 + 11 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 3 + 17 + 19 + 12

Attacks:
> trying to headbutt her in the muzzle to hurt her teeth
> trying to claw the left side of her neck

I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

Fighting my way through the sins of the street I'm feeling psycho, psycho Where did my mind go? Biting my tongue and I'm loading my gun Back to the wind, better run, better run I'm feeling crazy, crazy Go 'head and make me It's the life that I can't escape, can't walk away There's blood in the ocean And I'm losing focus I'm a friend of the devil I'm a dangerous rebel

code by corvus

+20 participate in a raid or war (double xp from keligan)
+20 Intercept a trespasser (reah) (double xp from keligan)
(1/2) +10 Observe a fight (capucine & co vs aeistrios & co.) (double xp from keligan)
One way or another, her opponent was able to slip free from her grasp - something that made Isla irate. She releases a frustrated roar, spittle flying free from an open maw and into the downpour. Narrowed eyes watched as the other slunk away and toward a cluster of a fight; the Heiress knew several of them, for they were members of Illyria. Shifting and making her way to watch, she was unsure as to what they fought for but was glad that and older lion were helping the three young ones. Something akin to pride swells within her breast as she watches them, mismatched eyes gleaming as she watched their determination and loyalty shine through.

Her attention shifts, taking in the rest of the fights raging on. Her mother was still underway with her own, so for now Isla would stand and wait with bated breath to see who would win both of the fights, having zero doubt that the Summit beasts would prevail.

isla lost her fight so i think she's not allowed to be engaged in another

ART BY NAVARRE, CODE BY DEE

She took what petty joy she could from the damage she managed to inflict upon the woodland ghoul, savoring every moment she hurt in anticipation for the next moment she was hurt. Anniston tried to take advantage of whatever hold she could maintain, trying to keep that ear clenched in her teeth for as long as she was allowed despite the lioness' harsh movements. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the acute pinch of jaws closing around her paw just as she was going to remove it from her opponent. Puncture wounds bubbled with blood as Anniston emitted a snarl of pain, lunging forward then to try and knock her shoulder into the lioness once more.

"Come on!" She whined the protest as she finally moved to release the lioness' ear, unsure of how much longer she could keep this up. Why couldn't anything be easy?

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ANNISTON vs. @Heloise
Round 3 of 3
For @Analía
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 1 + 20 + 13 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 18 + 10 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 14 + 17 + 12 + 5 + 4

code by corvus

There was too much going on all at once. Fear still ricocheting off of every find that tried to swallow her whole. While Seraphiel was the winner of his fight, she knew that he would no doubt require the plants that would be able to soothe his pain. There were plenty of healers within Vermeda but... would there be after the raid was over? Or would they all live within the Plains? Eyes swept to @Elysian, then, seeing the Rainforest Queen slamming her paws down upon his face upon one of his eyes. Ana winced, knowing how crucial eyesight was (seeing as she unknowingly had the same blindness as he did and in the same eye) and immediately went to his aid.

Suddenly forgetting about her own injuries to her face where even blinking seemed to hurt, she aimed to have him lean against her side. I'm here. Lean on me, I'll get you out of here. Because they were pride mates and she wasn't going to let him stumble around where he would be in danger of another fight or simply endanger of being bowled over. Elysian might not have won his fight, but he had tried and according to @Aquila that was all that mattered was that they put their best foot forward and did what they could. Not every fight would be a win just like every fight would not be a loss, either. exit via helping elysian to safety

+10 - attend a challenge to assess the wounds (seraphiel vs. rugaer)
+10 - attend a challenge to assess the wounds (elysian vs. levana)
w/ keligan's doubler.

+10 - Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting)

^{ART BY RABBIT, CODE BY CALA}

x2 from Keligan:
+20 Participate in a raid or war (actively fighting, healing, or helping others)
+10 Lose a spar or fight (defaulted or judged)
+10 Complete a spar or fight

Khadija remained there,in the ground, feeling everything around her spin. With the pain and partial blood loss she wants in the best of conditions. But there her Queen came to lay down with her she looked even worse...her heart ached and seeing not only Lorien lions but Vermedan tooall in pain. She was starting to doubt herself and her choices. Was this really needed? Why would they raid a hole pride with cubs just because of one woman?

"Miss.Renfri..." She muttered upon hearing the older's words of..support of encouragement. Even after she lost? Her eyes got wet again, she felt warmhearted after listening to her leader's words. "I...am sorry. I promise to train more and get better...i am sorry I couldn't do more.." Do more to help you.... She was too tired, she felt her energy drop and soon enough she felt her consciousness slip out from her paws. And like that Khadija was at last out of this raid. exit via unconciousness

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It feels strange. The way her claws tear into dark, leonine hide is both similar and yet somehow so very different from the sensation of tearing into prey. But just like hunting, this is necessary, for the good of them all. The good of those who were good themselves.

Maven half-expects to feel sickened when the drip of crimson oozes past her claws, the sound and of smell of ripping flesh being added to the overall chaos by her own paw. She does not expect the exhilaration of it - the way her resolve hardens with the chance to finally, finally exert some level of control over this mess she doesn't entirely understand. There is a revelation to be found, grim but powerful, in the truth that she was capable of causing hurt, too.

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*Fight details here*
There is also truth, however, in the fact that she could be hurt in turn. The gigantic man swings his hips toward her even as she reached for them with her jaws, his solid bone crashing against her teeth with such blinding, forceful pain that it sends Maven reeling back, stunned. She breathes rapidly through the haze of stars flashing behind her eyes, only distantly aware of the bronze boy and the older Illyrian warrior who've come to aid the sisters' cause.

Mostly only because the force of the latter's attack sends Aeistrios lurching into her petite form once again, shoving her to fall back partially onto her own flanks, her breath forced from her lungs.

Even if she were aware of the pair of enemy lionesses who'd joined the fray, Maven's in an inopportune place to deal with them. She can only concentrate on the vile man before her, flinging both her front paws out in attempt to wrap them around Aeistrios's rear right ankle so that she might wrench the leg towards herself, and out from under him. She does not truly know the intricacies of battle or her place in it - it is only blind instinct that drives her now.

She won't let this lion have enough legs to harm Capucine on.

@Capucine, Maven, @Mateo, @Velimor vs. @Aeistrios, @Mavour, @Reah
For @Isla ♔
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 17 + 2 + 14 + 16 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 5 + 11 + 9 + 4

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

ooc: sava ok'd mateo's attack hitting since it got missed in the confusion that is this ridiculous fight xD any of you please feel free to reach out to me for clarification if needed!
@Tyrannidae I wasn't sure which of Mateo's sides Mavour approached, so I was working on the idea that she approached perpendicular to his left side.

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Mateo's claws struck home and he was able to get a hold on the plum King's back, hooking his claws into the skin. He attempted to hang on as best as he could, flexing his claws to try and maintain a good grip so it would be difficult to shake him loose.

It was just in time, too, because another Summit lion (@Mavour) came crashing into the Lorien King's other side, shoving him against Mateo who stumbled a little as the weight of the massive lion pushed into him. Before he could react further, another Plains lion involved herself in the fight, coming straight for him and grabbing at his scruff. Her teeth latched onto the loose skin at the side of his neck instead of the top, thanks to the shifting in position and the fact that she and he were close to the same height (he'd be taller than her in a month or two). She might have been trying to keep him from attacking the king, but she was too late to stop him from grabbing Aeistrios' back with his right claw. Still, she tugged at his scruff, making it difficult to maintain his hold on his original opponent.

He growled in protest, protective anger sparking inside of him. He had planned on attempting to bite at the man's flank with his teeth, but this woman who insisted on interfering changed things. Mateo pulled back his claws, releasing his grip on Aeistrios' back and swinging the leg towards the Mavour's shoulder (maybe the left one?) that was closest to him, hoping to get her to release his skin at the very least.

Another woman yelled and ran at them, but she did not go for Mateo and he lost track of where her attack ended up. The other two girls of the Summit that were with him were still thankfully focused on the Plains king.

Mateo, @Maven, @Capucine & @Velimor vs. @Aeistrios, @Mavour, & @Reah
for @Isla ♔
Round 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 13 + 5 + 11 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 1 + 2 + 4 + 6

postscript by aurora

@Aquila VS. @Lachesis & Hexa FOR Ania
— DEFAULT —

Due to Aquila being set inactive, this fight has defaulted.

Lachesis & Hexa have WON THE CHALLENGE FOR ania!

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challenges have responded, or if 3 days go by. Whichever comes first!

@Heloise VS. @Anniston FOR analia
— RESULTS —

Heloise Hits: 4+2+5+4 luck = 15
Heloise Dodges: 4+5+2 = 11

Anniston Hits: 2+2+3+5 luck = 12
Anniston Dodges: 1+1+2 = 4

Heloise Successful Hits: 11
Anniston Successful Hits: 1

heloise HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR analia!

In official wars and raids, fight result timers and posting restrictions are negated. Posting may continue, but the results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded, or if 3 days have gone by. Whichever comes first!