[[gdi you all are quick lmao, i had to edit parts so i hope it still makes sense enough XD;;; ]]

Even at a distance he felt the call like a physical blow. An echoing call for death that stopped him in his tracks so quickly he stumbled forward a step. He knew that voice, but he hardly wanted to believe it. "No." A whisper of a denial - had he imagined it? Was the recent stress taking a toll on his brain? Elio shook his head and reminded himself to breathe. No. It still rang in his ears; his father's wife, calling for his life.

Was this why he'd had to fight his own sister? Had their father known this was coming or had Renfri betrayed him by surprise?

Oh...he might be sick.

They'd only just endured watching their father battle to the death, watched him stand victorious and drag himself home. But they'd watched his opponent fall and rise once more, as well. So...Elio's pale gaze drifted upward, skeptical but curious, as he forced his legs to move and carry him toward the last scene he wanted to see again. "I don't know who or what you are, Maua, but they called you and Morrigan came back. I don't know if you favor them, but...if it's not too much trouble...protect my father." Was it a god? Were gods allowed to be biased? Elio hoped, dearly, that whatever magic had brought Morrigan back would work to keep his father alive. "If you're a god and you keep him alive, then...then I'll devote myself to you...Just..please. He can't die yet."

With his plea voiced - whether it was a waste of breath or not - his pace increased until he was running full-speed toward the fight.

And by the time he arrived, there was already a crowd - and he was just in time to spot Morrigan's grey daughter picking on one of his little sisters.

Fur bristled along his spine, a heat he was beginning to recognize as anger thrumming through him. Elio frowned - the woman attacked children and had the audacity to call them the monsters.

His pace slowed as he reached the gathered spectators, and he spared a glance to the fight between his parents (stomach lurching a little because it seemed his father was...missing a piece...) but then his gaze settled firmly on @Isla ♔. "Hey!" Loud, but not quite a shout, demanding of attention and cold in a way that was still new and a little frightening to him. "You don't get to attack kids and still try to say you're better than us." Especially not when the kids were his siblings.

He'd sworn to protect them, hadn't he?

"Are you afraid the adults will win? Is that it?" Oh what was he doing. This was incredibly stupid, but his mouth and brain seemed to be having a disagreement over whether or not to shut up.

But there was a red woman targeting his little brother, too, and a pale man (he hadn't been at the Mire war, and didn't recognize @Alaric for what he was) targeting another sister, and his brain lost the argument.

"You wanna hurt kids?" Louder now. 'Look at me, target me' if it would keep the attention off the little ones too tiny still to defend themselves against full-grown adults. "You're the monsters!"

He supposed he had very little to lose anymore. If his father survived, maybe he'd be proud. If Renfri won...well...he wondered how long it would be until he found himself outcast and alone. Would she at least wait until his father's body cooled?

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i'm ready for the fight, and fate

edit ok'd by ice to add the tw:

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of rape, killing kids, etc

The very child he called for turned back to face him, and he laughed. "It is your mother and father that started this," he reminds her, his lips curling in a cruel frown, "blame them for the fear you feel. The anger."

He moves to intercept her, attempting to block her path. Advancing closer with a menacing look in his eyes. "They raped my wife, do you know what that means? They stole my daughter and hurt her, a mere cub." The growl that rumbles in his chest is loud, and his voice is not lowered. Let them all hear what the Saxe had done.

"I will not kill you," he snarls, "but be damned sure I will make them regret every move they made against the Starkes." Stepping forward again, attempting to press her back, to herd her towards the Mire and away from her escape.

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Alaric vs. @Reina
for Reina
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 12 + 10 + 13 + 3 + 1 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 16 + 19

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 4 + 20 + 10 + 6

image by cloudy, code by corvus

The sound that rang out over the lands, it was not one she expected to hear again. A clal foe death, so soon after the previous one? Now this she had to see. As she approached the scene, it gave her dark pleasure in knowing that they would lose one of two threats this day. How amusing that the one who might kill him would be his own wife of all creatures. While she would've loved to see him dead by her claws, Isla's claws or Morrigan's, this would have to do. Speaking of her larger sister, she spotted @Isla ♔ rushing towards a youth who looked shockingly like the two fighting. A smirk rested on her face for a moment, knowing that her younger sister would make good on her word to go after every member of the bloodline.

Her attention would flicker then towards @Alaric as he called for the Saxe bloodline to be buried. Odd to find them on the same side of a fight for once. She would aim to catch the Mire king's gaze to give him a nod. For once, they shared a side in battle. Her attention would continue to rove over the crowd before settling on the pale youth who had escaped her in the previous fight. Her gaze darkened, and red began to creep into the edges of her gaze. Claws unsheathed, and she started to stalk towards @Elio "If they want to act like adults, then they will be treated as such. Including you. " Cassandra said, her last word a snarl as she spoke.

--- Fight starts here ---

With that last word, the Brook Queen lunged towards the pale yearling. She was itching for a fight, and her claws were sharp and ready to slice. Outstretched claws aiming to grasp his shoulders while her jaws simultaneously opened in an attempt to grab at the space just between his neck and his head on his left side. She wanted them to pay, all of them. And he would be the first of many she sunk her claws into. No longer would she cage the beast raging inside. Now? Now she was letting it free. Dark ears were pushed back and her eyes were squinted to protect them from attacks. But she was a seasoned warrior, and she would fight with all her strength.


Cassandra vs @Elio (@Corvus ★)
For Minor Maim
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 16 + 14 + 5 + 17 + 1 + 3

Dodge:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 1 + 19 + 2 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 14 + 18 + 3 + 16 + 20

actions. "speech."

Art & Table code by Zodiac

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of violence towards cubs, rape, death, murder of cubs, violence, distressed cubs

The Ecrosian king spoke to her, his voice holding power and reaching her ears with ease. She couldn't help but cry and weep in front of everyone, shaking and trembling. He explained that the reason this was all happening was because of her parents. They were to blame. How they had raped his wife and hurt his daughter, who was also a cub. He then said he wouldn't kill her, but he would make her parents pay for what they had done. "Please, they're already trying to kill each other!" she cried out as he tried to move her away from her direction home. She tried to squirm away once again. "Is that not enough for you?!" she asked. How could all these lions not see, how horrible it all was? There was no reason to blame and attack the children when her parents were already hurting each other too.

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Reina vs. @Alaric
Reina is attempting to escape, attempt #2

Rolling 1d10: 5

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icefang

She had missed the first call when it had rang out, having to settle for tidbits of what had happened from those that had returned from the pit. This time when the second match rang out for all to hear Icefang decided she wouldn't miss it. She was heavily pregnant, likely days away from giving birth but that did not stop her. Confining herself to the bluffs in preparation of her litter had been boring once all the busy work had been done. Why would she want to miss this match when all she had to do now in her den was wait?

She hears the chaos long before she gets to it. The ivory serpent instinctively lowers herself into a crouch as the cries of war draw nearer and nearer. She did not plan on engaging herself today, simply enjoy a show and then head back home. She had even brought herself a snack as she settles far enough away to observe the fights and hopefully not attract any attention to herself. She begins to munch on the chunk of zebra she had brought along with her as she calmly watches the group of yearlings and cubs being attacked by different factions. The faces today were not familiar, although the sight of Alaric grabs her attention as he attempts to capture one of the bunch.

Oh, this would be a delightful time indeed.

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of thoughts of killing a yearling.

The call for death rang over the lands again, catching her attention. At first, she was going to let them kill each other, do the work for them but the scent of the prisoner was leaving the Bluffs and Elaine wasn't about to let her go. Nope. She called to members of the Bluffs to come with her, they would recover their prisoner and aid with the removal of an enemy. With a sneer, she followed the yearling out and toward the watering hole. She arrived to see the chaos of the mates fighting to the death and the cubs falling, once again, to the claws of the family's enemies, and once again, the parents do nothing. They would rather just fight each other than protect their young and their foolish offspring can't seem to get that.

She watched @Isla ♔'s body push into the crowd of cubs, scattering them as she picked her target and attacked. She knew that Isla wasn't a fan of all of this but there was also something powerful pushing the Summit's heiress. The promise that she made after the death of her mother had been heard by many and it seemed that she was keen on keeping it. Elaine watched the paler lioness for a moment, enjoying the energy that she brought to the fight, uncaring that it was toward a cub.

Once again, the parents leave their young unattended. Icy gaze flicked to the one that she had claimed as a prisoner as @Alaric's words filtered in. She didn't know which wife he was talking about, the man had so many it felt like, but it didn't matter. His words were enough to cause a snarl to rip from her. Pour l'amour de la merde for fucks sake. She said loudly over the chaos before setting her gaze on her target @Seifrienriosa. You do not belong with them any longer. You will remain in the Bluffs and I will make you remain there.

Elaine didn't see the others arriving and making themselves bigger targets as she rushed toward @Seifrienriosa. Elaine was larger than the yearling and she would use that to her advantage. Once close enough she attempts to swipe her claws across the yearling's left shoulder and attempts to bite at the delicate neck that the yearling's head was attached to on the right side. This yearling needed to learn her place and Elaine had no problem teaching her, even if it may end up being lifeless on the ground. Unlike her mother and her sister, Elaine would kill youth if they needed to be ripped from the living but because of the respect and love she has for her family she won't or will at least try not to. Try being the key word.

Elaine vs. @Seifrienriosa
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 12 + 20 + 7 + 8 + 5 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 19 + 15 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 15 + 17 + 12 + 5

Art by Lars

Well. It wasn't the exact effect he'd hoped to have, but someone did turn their attention to him. An annoyingly familiar face, the very one who'd tried to steal him away the last time he'd watched his father fight. Attention shifted and he sighed, finding the anger already giving way to a tired sort of feeling that had little to do with the physical. They really wouldn't stop until his whole family was gone, would they? And then they'd call themselves heroes for it.

The flat numb feeling from the aftermath of the last battle, and the fight against his own sister, returned as he shifted to face @Cassandra, his expression leveling out to match the shift within. "Fine. Then you can't complain if we treat yours the same." Because this was exploding into something generational, wasn't it. And he was sure they'd be teaching their youth to hate his family just as they did. And if some of their kids had mouths bigger than their brains, well...he supposed they'd get to throw her words right back in her face, wouldn't they?

He didn't expect to win - she was fully grown, with years of experience on him - but he didn't intend to run today, either. Then, it had been to preserve his place within his home and among his family, to resist being stolen away to an enemy pride like so many of his siblings as a result of a fight he knew he'd lose. But that didn't seem to be her intent here today, and indignation was threatening to give way to pity.

What a sad life, to live so focused on revenge.

Without training or much experience, he could see few options available to him. Her claws hooked into his shoulder and he winced - which shifted into parted jaws aiming to intercept her attack on his neck. He'd try to catch her muzzle in his teeth, across the bridge of her nose to keep her from biting his unprotected neck. His left forepaw would lift, too, trying to hook claws into her right forearm and pull it away from his own shoulder.

Elio vs. @Cassandra
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 12 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 8 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 3 + 10 + 11 + 1

code by corvus

He would move to meet her in battle. And she felt that all-too-familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through her veins once again. "Perhaps I'll take you back with me, as a prize once I beat you here today." She said, her voice hushed for him alone to here as her jaws edged closer to him. However, while her claws would catch in his shoulder she would be stopped from grabbing his neck by his own jaws grabbing at the top of her muzzle. A snarl would escape the Valour queen as she aimed to bite down on his jaw that was in her muzzle, hoping to inflict as much pain as she possibly could to get him to lose his grip.

His claws would dig into her forearm, but it would do nothing to deter her from attempting to dog her claws in deeper to his shoulder. Her left foreleg would attempt to lift and attempt to slash him across the face if she were able to do so. He would bleed for the crimes of his family. He would bleed for every drop of blood his family ever spilled of her family's.


Cassandra vs @Elio (@Corvus ★)
For Minor Maim
Round 2/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 10 + 8 + 14 + 13 + 1 + 9

Dodge:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 14 + 15 + 17 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 18 + 8 + 7 + 20 + 5

actions. "speech."

Art & Table code by Zodiac

The first one @Isla ♔ targeted got away, but then she went after another. Weimar knew he was too small to stop her. And he was afraid. If she'd attack cubs then she'd attack him too, even though he belonged to the Summit. Tail between his legs, Weimar backed up, trying to keep everything in his view. There was nowhere to retreat. @Seifrienriosa - though he didn't know her name, and half recognized her from the tiny cub he'd gotten into a tangle with when he was a cub and they were raiding the Brook - got his attention through sympathy and familiarity alone. Just as then, he was confused enough to believe they were on the same side and just caught up in this somehow. Caught up in the violence. Of course they'd only come to watch, probably only tagged along at the raid too.

"She's not stopping - they're not stopping," he whined at her, ears back, watching more charge in. @Cassandra, once leader of the Brook, now coming in to attack someone his age and size who had been trying somehow to distract the adults. "Get the kids out. Get - find a warthog burrow? Stuff them in?" he chattered stream-of-consciousness but his gaze was fixed on the Brook queen so that he didn't observe the new one @Elaine ♔ from the Bluffs coming to assail his erstwhile 'friend'. Cassandra was getting larger, probably because he was getting closer somehow? Funny how his paws still moved even though his body crept alone like a scuttling cockroach.

"@Cassandra! He's just trying to stop the fighting! Stop hurting them!" he screamed at her while trembling in place, paws finally fixed by immensity that interference would bring. It would mean betrayal.

Eyes were ablaze with primal instinct, revving her up and causing for adrenaline to continuously flow through her veins. She feels her claws tear away at the girl's left cheek, but it comes with a small price. Isla feels teeth grip and dig into her right ankle, and if the girl was a little bigger then she might have been able to do a lot more damage than she was now. Overall, though, it was a stinging pain, droplets of blood seeping from incisions made from teeth. "You have only one chance to come out of this with only a small wound," the Heiress begins, lips curling back to reveal stained fangs. "Renounce the Saxe name and I won't make you my meal." As she spoke the last words, Isla attempts to strike hungry jaws at the girl's nape, attempting to sink in her teeth as far as they could, and possibly yank backward on it.


Isla vs @siofera
for minor maim
round ii/iv
hits

Rolling 6d20: 20 + 18 + 10 + 3 + 14 + 1

dodges

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 20 + 3

luck

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 18 + 14 + 4 + 7

** -1 hit and dodge due to fatigue

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