There was nothing Recluse could do to assist Tulie, only continue to be the focus of Roarke's fangs instead of her. Was he confident they could win? He could not be sure of anything, only that this lion would remember him tomorrow, should he suffer the consequences of fighting a Black with the gift of venom.

He bite on Roarke's face would be met with a hard slam, hard enough that Recluse's jaw would ache in the following days, he might also have chipped a tooth with the force of it. Claws would dig at his back again as well, Roarke seeming to want to draw him in close before suddenly and violently driving them both into the ground. Recluse would not resist this, knowing to strain against a lion with greater weight and strength than himself would only do him more harm than good.

Recluse would feel the wind get knocked out of him, gasping for breath before he would try to react. Even with his back crying out in protest, he would attempt to jerk clean away from the lion, to get back to his feet before his opponent might be able to. Whether he succeeded to get up first or not, front claws would lash towards the lion's face, hoping to leave deep cuts there, provided the claws found their mark.

His lungs ached, his jaw was throbbing and the cuts along his back burned. He had to wonder how the fall affected Tulie or that little brat that fought against her own kin.

@Recluse, @Tulie vs. @Roarke, @Viper
for @Reah
Round iii / iii
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 9d20: 3 + 7 + 9 + 2 + 14 + 15 + 19 + 8 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 13 + 17 + 3 + 10

image by moogle/code by saph

They fall. Roarke, as planned, lands hard. What isn’t exactly planned is that he lands hard on someone, the attacker on his back refusing to budge as he begins to slam down. From what he can feel, they aren’t big and they aren’t sturdy enough to take his weight - but this is war, and worrying about the fact he might crush someone stupid enough not to jump off isn’t his problem.

Recluse falls with him, likely unable to do much else, but he’s quick to stagger to his feet - Roarke makes a point of trying to rip his claws deeper into the smaller male’s back as he wiggles out of his grasp. The lion is smaller, faster than the giant, and he does get to his paws quicker. Roarke would’ve preferred to keep them both on the ground where he had the advantage, but no matter.

He rolls to his paws, not even bothering to glance at the creature he’s crushed, his attention wholly focused on Recluse as claws come for his face. They slash across his cheek, just under his eye, and blood quickly wells and flows down his face. The giant snarls, and shoves hard off the ground to lunge at Recluse once again, unwilling to give up the fight until one of them yields. His jaws attempt to snap around the left side of Recluse’s neck and bite down, while his own left paw lifts and attempts to hook into the tender, meaty flesh of Recluse’s right armpit and hook into it.

Roarke has no idea where the kid - judging by the voice - went; he’d not even laid eyes on the twerp yet. For the moment, all he can do is end this fight as quickly as possible, so it’s safe to get her away from the danger.

Roarke & @Viper (wtf kid?) vs @Recluse & @Tulie
For @Reah
III of III
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 9 + 15 + 16 + 2 + 3 + 10 + 5 + 12 + 13 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 6 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 9 + 11 + 13 + 4

Tagging Tulie for reference later

It seemed that getting rolled onto by Roarke was enough to silence the woman that had interfered with the fight. She didn't respond as Viper's teeth broke the skin on her back, opening her bloodstream to the venom that she carried. With that matter settled and the woman lying still on the ground, Viper turned her attention to the other attacker - her uncle Recluse.

Would her mother and father approve of her fighting against her own kin? Probably not. Did Viper really care? Not when it came down to defending her pride mates in a battle.

Both lions were rolling to their feet. Recluse had an easy time of it since he was so much smaller and lighter than the massive Roarke. Her uncle slashed out at Roarke, his claws catching his cheek, just beneath his eye, and Viper snarled her fury. With little regard to her own safety, she rushed forward as fast as she could and attempted to slam into Recluse's right hip, leaping to try to slam all of her weight into him and knock him off balance or....something. She didn't really know what, other than to be a thorn in his side.

Viper & @Roarke vs. @Tulie & @Recluse
for Reah
Round 1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 1d20: 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 17 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 12 + 13 + 7 + 6

BG

The girl, @Maven , falls partially onto her own flanks. He can't savor the small win, for her small limbs wrap around his ankle, dragging it closer and closer to her and rendering his balance to waver - almost toppling over. A grunt, and he attempts to kick his leg, maybe one of his claws would slice her somehow and force her to retreat. @Mateo released his grip on Aeistrios' back, and seemed more focused on one of the other three than him. @Velimor slammed a paw down onto his spine, a harsh blow that caused his weight to give out with the cub holding onto his leg. He grunts, butt falling hard onto the soil. Aeistrios growls, before slashing a paw out and aiming to @Capucine with a strong force, desiring damage . Aeistrios, @Mavour and @Reah vs @Velimor @Capucine @Maven & @Mateo For @Isla ♔ ♔ Round 2 / 3 Hits: Rolling 8d20: 13 + 11 + 16 + 1 + 4 + 14 + 10 + 9 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 8 + 1 + 18 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 17 + 7 + 13 + 14 **dice at fight initiation was 9/4/5, cleared w sr.staff to use the dice at fight initiation vs wounded dice he got after initiation. ** **-1 to hit and dodge, making 8/3/5 with fatigue system ** [/quote]

CAPUCINE

Stupid bitch. @Reah's slurs do nothing but fall upon deaf ears as Capucine prepares herself to face the woman's wrath but at least she had managed to secure her attention. Immediately the ebony woman plows into her chest and the air is knocked from her lungs in one big whoosh. A deep bruise begins to blossom beneath her pale skin and Capu just knows that she is going to be in some pain for some time after all of this is said and done. Reah's claws grip into her shoulders and for a moment she is caught like a mouse in a trap. Vaguely she feels @Aeistrios' claws as they rake down her right thigh, but the yearling does not relent in her quest. Leaning forward she attempts to swing her thick skull to her left in an attempt to bash their heads together. It would hurt like hell and maybe it wasn't completely thought through but she hoped it would be enough to get Reah to loosen her hold, enough for her to escape this fight with @Maven in tow.

Capucine, @Maven, @Mateo & @Velimor v. @Aeistrios, @Mavour & @Reah
For Isla
Round 3/3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 4 + 2 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 2 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 10 + 9 + 2 + 4

code by flea

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Maven thinks she's heard that somewhere before. Oh, and with one his limbs successfully secured between her paws, the plum King of Lorien does fall - though not before making his strength known to her once more, his clawed paw lashing towards her with a force she hadn't expected, breaking her hold and clipping her face where it'd been foolishly lowered far too close.

Something warm and wet trickles down her right cheek. Distantly, Maven thinks it should hurt. Perhaps it does. But it is a dull burn, buried beneath adrenaline and stubbornness and fear.

And when she stumbles back, her rapidly blinking eyes catching a glimpse of the bright, bright red that Aeistrios paints down her sister's white coat, she finds that she only has room for fury.

"Just get away from her!" She gathers her feet beneath her just enough to gracelessly lurch to the side, gaping jaws reaching out in an attempt to grab @Aeistrios's dark tail around the base and yank him backwards with all her strength. Somewhere in the crimson haze that is now her mind, she hopes that she might somehow buy @Capucine just enough space to escape the beast's claws, unlikely though that might be.

The finesse is lacking, but her goal is as clear as ever. Until she and her sister are safe again, everything else around her shall fade away into shadow.

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

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 8 + 10 + 9 + 12 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 15 + 12 + 7 + 18

You're only sixteen, going on forever

art + code by sammiie

Just shy of a year old, Mateo was almost the same height as the woman he was fighting. He already knew he was going to be large, more so even than his mother or father. He'd reach his full height in a matter of months. That, combined with his stumble, was what had caused her to latch onto the loose skin on the side of his neck, instead of the top.

His new goal was to keep this bitch from getting to either of the girls he was fighting with.

"You're pride is terrible," he hissed at her, even while she had his skin in her teeth, unable to reply back. His claws cut through the skin of her shoulder before his paw dropped back to its normal state. She seemed to steady herself, refusing to let go of his skin and digging her claws in to maintain her stance.

She tried to pull him up off the ground like a mother might lift a cub, but he was too tall. The pull of his skin was painful and new wounds tore open where her teeth were latched in. Blood began to drip from her jaws where they were dug into his neck. He hissed, and it was at that moment that she charged into him. He wasn't knocked over, but she shoved him backward and he stumbled over his own feet, losing some of his balance but able to stay upright thanks to her hold.

The breath had been mildly forced from his lungs, half from the blow and half from surprise. Since she had come closer to him and they were nearly facing each other, he attempted to swing his head towards her neck or face, his jaws open to try to bite down on whatever he could reach. Depending on the angle and how she moved, it might be just her neck, or potentially an ear or the side of her face.

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

Rolling 4d20: 12 + 17 + 15 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 2 + 13 + 5 + 20

postscript by aurora

WOE to those

As @Mateo refuses to fall to her feet, Mavour began to realize that she might have underestimated his height and weight in the heat of the fight - only really seeing the youth in his features. Her hold was worthless now, and as she sees from the corner of her eye his head whipping around to latch onto her, Mavour would finally release his bloody neck.

Maw warm and sticky with the young male's blood, Mavour swung her head back and lifted her own forepaws slightly from the ground. In doing so - with her open jaws flashing her large fangs, the male manages to latch onto the flesh of her left shoulder just at her clavicle.

With her own blood pooling to the surface a hiss slipped between her teeth. In retaliation Mavour lifted her right paw - claws extended - and attempted to slam them deep into the left side of the young male's ribcage just behind his shoulder blade. Her intent was to make deep lacerations all the way down from his spine to the height of his elbow.

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

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 9 + 6 + 10 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 16 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 16 + 10 + 9 + 17

Who Call Me A Friend

code by corvus

He had not seen @Alizabeth take down the large male as his focus rested solely on @Novalie.

He had leapt upon her once more before a flash of white became mixed into the fray. Before the boy realized what had happened it was all over. The woman he had been trying to engage with in battle rolled over and submitted.

Asbjørn pushed up, practically standing on the Plains lioness like a perch as he looked around. He quickly noted @Keligan on the ground before turning to Alizabeth. Well.. He panted as he removed himself from Novalie to join the blooded white Summit fighter. What do we do now?

Art by Era, Code by Minxy

@Darcy VS. @Ahyarë FOR Dominance
— DEFAULT —

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

Darcy HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Dominance!

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 goes by. Whichever come first!