Teeth sink into his flesh again as her claws slice into his face and ribs as she lands on him. This was going wonderfully. Had this male stayed on his paws, this could have been going very differently but he was down and Amara wasn't going to be giving any mercy. He was making the island unsafe for her family and she would have to do whatever she could to make him understand that attacks against her family would over and over again be ended with blood.

His head started moving and her claws that were on his face attempted to slice downward as her paw looked to land back on the dusty ground. His teeth slice into her shoulder and pain rolled through her. She wouldn't let go now, she couldn't let go. Even as his claws slice into her side again, she knew that she needed to keep him on the ground to make this win as clear as possible. He, a male, would bow before her.

Amara attempted to start thrashing her head back and forth while attempting to keep her bite on his shoulder and attempted to keep her claws dug into his side. She attempted to put as much of her weight on the male as she could as she steadied herself with the three paws she had on the ground and steeled her mind and body against the painful attacks. Just a little longer, she just needed him to give up and learn his place. She had to win this.


Amara vs. @Anthonius
WB Challenge
Round 4 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 19 + 4 + 8 + 17 + 13 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 13 + 18 + 5 + 3 + 4 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 5 + 13 + 4 + 8 + 19

**+1 dodge Pride tier perk and +1 luck lead scout perk**

you be the lamb, and I'll be the slaughter

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It works, perhaps too well. Apollinaire’s attention snaps from Dragos’s sister to him, and with it his body turns. The charge remains. Even if Dragos wanted to, there’s no stopping the collision. The Savante’s claws dig into the earth, scraping red dirt as the two lions crash into each other. Apollinarie’s shoulder slams into Dragos’s, like two knights at jousting, and both stagger from the impact. Pain burns hot and hard through Dragos, but he is not done.

His chest heaves from exertion, his shoulder and he holds it gingerly, shifting his weight off it as much as he can without throwing off his balance. From the corner of his eye, he can see his father - and now his aunt - fighting. Teodora battles Louve. Leila’s best friend. The lioness means nothing to Dragos, but to the tigress - she had hurt, having to leave the Dieudonne woman. Any chance of peace is shredded by Anthonious’s claws, and now his aunt.

Perhaps there was never going to be peace. Perhaps this is just the way things will be forever, just as it had been in his birthland. He does not remember much of his first year, before the war, if anything.

Now soundly placed between Ismeria and the threat, Dragos doesn't move. There’s no reasoning with these lions - especially Apollinaire. There’s no peace to be had here, not while any of them breathe. He’d baulked at his father’s talk of the ceasefire, refused to believe it possible - but Mother curse him, he understands now. It isn’t a matter of believing. It’s about trying - not for himself, but Leila and their children.

He wants Nicklebee and Elodie to grow up and know peace.

"We don’t have to do this." Dragos says, prepared for - expecting - another attack regardless. His jaws hang open, protecting his throat, waiting to grab anything that comes within reach.

Dragos vs @Apollinaire
For Major Maim
II of IV
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 7 + 6 + 11 + 16 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 15 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 13 + 8 + 1 + 6

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Dainty paws carried her across the terrain, a small slip of a yearling as she drifted closer to the growing hum of bodies gathered. She would peek past those gathered, her gaze moving to land on the speckled night woman and her adversary. This was no new scene to Bea, she had seen many fall at the hands of another. Violence was something she had grown used to seeing but the brutality of it all never stopped her heart from clenching. There was another fight on the sidelines between two angry men, teeth gnashing and claws slicing. Large elfin ears flatten themselves against her petite head, what was the meaning of such savagery? Mismatched eyes flicker, searching searching and THERE! There she is. @Lazare is spied through the throng of bodies but Bea merely flattens herself to the earth, curling up to watch for any signs of serious injuries but remaining distracted as she keeps an eye on her mistress.


[medic exp]
+5 Attend a challenge to observe the wounds

Art by drifty, table by cala

His nose wrinkled up a bit. Cassius was many things but he wasn't a fool. One could say the boy was the King of Condescension. Dark lips part and bright fangs flash in contrast. Yet before a rude word is uttered, an older lion approaches to address the girl.

Never heard of it or you. So how noble can it be? Was what he wanted to blurt but instead he relents with, I am Cassius X'uekai. Prince of Scilla. Blue eyes dig over at @Xavier for a second, his mind quickly running over the odds. Could he take him? Nmm..

Wanna fight? He asks quickly with a smirk, attention now returned upon @Faustine.

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When @Bruno ♔ arrives, Neytiri offers him a cordial dip of the head. And as @Alaric recounts that Amara has led Wolfbron for a long time, Neytiri turns back to closer examine the speckled woman. She indeed carries herself ferociously. The plum woman comments in agreement. He then continues to confess his dislike of the Savante. Ope. Nothing was given away on her end but she heavily wondered if he'd have issue with her child. She would have to bring him home one of these days. And his looks made it near impossible to deny paternal heritage.
A bridge she'd have to cross later.

Is it true what others rumor about Wolfbron? Surely Alaric would know what she meant. It was purely out of curiosity. Neytiri wasn't one to shun others for their.. habits.

Notice turns toward @Tinúviel as @Rohan makes a declaration of protecting her. Neytiri almost smiles fondly at the boy but she first catches the expression on his mother's face. Eyes track over to Alexander and.. well like knows like after all.

And I oop.

Art by Yumpy, Code by Minxy

He'd really hoped to get more of a rise out of the man with that comment. Whether he believed it or not, it had seemed like a nice jab, but he didn't get the surge of anger he'd hoped for. Anger tended to make lions sloppy when it ran hot, and even he wasn't truly immune to that.

Alexander shifted, but not enough to throw him entirely off course, and Ryker delighted in the first taste of blood and the sound of the man's snarl. Ideally, he'd drag the man down and treat him to the same sort of violence inflicted on Levana the last time they'd all encountered each other. But Alexander was too tall for that, had too much mane anyway.

Rather than clamp down and grip the larger male's shoulder, Ryker's head would turn, coincidentally, at the same time Alexander's jaws came for his face. Head angled, the red man's fangs slicing through the thin skin of his right brow [[right side would be closer to alex's face with current positioning]] as Ryker attempted to slam his own skull into the other's jaw, uncaring of the bruising to his own head that was sure to result. He hoped to both knock his opponent's head away and cause lasting discomfort to the jaw and teeth (dislocation would be oh-so ideal, but he didn't quite have the force at such a close range).

The tickle of blood lingered above and around his right eye, flowing down, and he hoped to make the best of things before it seeped in to artificially half-blind him.

His right paw would seek to adjust to the new angle and, again, attempt to shred his opponent's right wrist.

Distantly, he was aware the fight for the bluffs itself had begun, but that was secondary at the moment. He had faith Amara would come out on top, yet again, anyway. Or, failing that, her family would make quick work of the would-be usurper.

Ryker vs. @Alexander ♔
Major Maim (tbd)
Round 2 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 9 + 19 + 20 + 6 + 4 + 17 + 2 + 10 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 17 + 8 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 3 + 10 + 11 + 13

@Ryker vs. @Alexander ♔ FOR Major Maim
— ROUND 2 RE-ROLL, BARBARIAN LEVEL 5 PERK —

As per the level 5 [Barbarian/Paladin] trade perk, [who] is re-rolling their dice for round [#] of this fight. This re-roll was performed by @Ice ★, and automatically replaces the previous rolls for this round.

Ryker Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 15 + 12 + 3 + 14 + 11 + 9 + 2 + 5 + 17

Ryker Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 1 + 20 + 18

Ryker Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 15 + 16 + 11 + 7

He no longer had his limbs to rely on - and the ground was unstable, foreign to him; he was no expert on the land like Amara proved to be.

Her claws swipe down his face, lacerations left in their wake as new wounds decorate his frame. His ribs held similar damage; and he was grateful when her paw landed back on the ground. Grateful when his teeth sliced into her shoulder - and when his claws damaged her side.

Her head began to thrash, worsening the wound and deepening her hold on his shoulder. Her claws stayed in his side, and Anthonius ditched his bite to her shoulder; and instead aimed lower for her forelimb, looking to secure a hold or yank her down. He hoped he could wound the limb enough to cause her own balance to fault, to bring her to his level.

Anthonius vs @Amara for Wolfbron Bluffs
4/5

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 7 + 11 + 14 + 20 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 20 + 16 + 9 + 4 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 7 + 19 + 17 + 12

@Ryker VS. @Alexander ♔ FOR Major Maim
— RESULTS —

Ryker Hits: 3 + 5 + 4 + 6 + 6 luck = 24
Ryker Dodges: 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8

Alexander Hits: 5 + 5 + 5 + 5 + 10 luck = 30
Alexander Dodges: 2 + 2 + 3 + 3 = 10

Ryker Successful Hits: 14
Alexander Successful Hits: 22

Alexander HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Major Maim!

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @AbjectTerrier

Ryker is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Alexander Wounded Roll: 3

Alexander is WOUNDED!

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her teeth dig deep and - oh! - she wants nothing more than to snap the bone in two. break the woman's nose, disfigure her completely. louve's anger was ignited, a blazing inferno that threatened to consume her, now. she wanted to make teodora suffer for all that had happened, wanted to lay the blame on her shoulders. she, the matriarch. she a woman.

she should have done better.

louve's paw falls free and slams to the ground as her teeth clench down over the woman's nose, and a snarling growl of relief breaks through her grip. the dieudonne might have clenched down, gripped harder, except there were claws flying once more at her face and she releases when she instinctively jerks her head away. away from the claws, which still raze lines down her cheek; missing her eye but leaving marks that would linger for months to come. blood wells, the copper tinge is heavy in the air, and yet it only adds to the frenzy of the matriarch.

she strikes again. she, the snake. lashing forward with sharp teeth and blazing yellow eyes, splatters of blood flying free to dirty them both. louve snaps them towards teodora's face once more, attempting to bite wherever she can, though this is little more than a distraction attempt.

as teeth flash so, too, do her other weapons; right forepaw strike forward with unsheathed claws attempting to score deep down the chest of her enemy.

how i'd love to rip out your beating heart.



Louve vs. @Teodora
For Major Maim - TBD
0 1 2 3 4

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 18 + 16 + 6 + 20 + 19 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 4 + 20 + 8 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 13 + 15 + 1 + 6 + 9

*+1 hit for pride tier bonus, doubling level 1 trade bonus; +1 luck for presence of lead scout

I am not a woman, I'm a god

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Teodora felt her claws slice through flesh and it sends a tremor of delight through her. Snarling, saliva continues to coat her jaws as blood drips from each woman. She wanted to taste it, taste it more. Just a bit.

The Savante did not care if Louve blamed her, looked down on her because she did not keep a leash on those beneath her reign. In truth, all but Anthonius obeyed. He who would try to break the chains that didn't exist, to cut the head off the snake - even though he sought the wrong target. But there was always one in every month, two in the case of the Savante. Oh, but she would certainly remedy that.

As Louve frenzies, so too does the Blood Mother - like a chain reaction. Her one good eye catches movement, just barely - but it isn't fast enough to stop the Matriarch. Teeth catch the side of her brow, on the good side - splitting flesh and causing a downpour of blood over her good eye. Teodora saw red, figuratively and literally. Her heart screamed at her to retaliate, but before she can claws rake down her chest, prompting a vicious howl from her lips.

Wildly does her head turn, jaws attempting to angle up and meet Louve's, teeth wanting to try and tangle as the Blood Mother seeks to get a grip on the other's jaws and twist as hard as she can.

Teodora vs. @Louve ♔
For Major Maim - TBD
0 1 2 3 4
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 9 + 10 + 16 + 3

Dodges:

Rolling 8d20: 4 + 9 + 19 + 5 + 3 + 12 + 7 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 18 + 5 + 11 + 17

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