She is expecting to win, for the woman to yield. Instead, there is a red hot searing sensation on her face. Claws rake from tender cheekbone to the sensitive flap of her upper lip as flesh is cut. A forever scar to mar her. Tormenta releases @Sarsaparilla's wrist with a pained snarl as the older lioness backs away in a submissive stance. It disgusts her, but it is clear the battle is over and with the discomfort on her face she did not feel the drive to keep fighting. Instead, she backs away allowing the opponent to hobble back to the safety of the Oasis's center and back to her pride mates. She feels the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the shock she has placed on Sarsaparilla's shoulder, but noting her siblings absence in the chaotic fray that has transpired during their fight, she rushes to slink back over the border and out of the immediate area. There were too many bodies and she risked further danger by sticking around without her bodyguards family. Leaving the scene, she issues a few chuffs for her siblings and begins to track them down so they can comfort her and lick her wounds.

/exit

Reti never needed an excuse to fight, such things relied on his mood alone. And the bronze swirled black lion was rarely anything but in the mood to 'play' aka indulge in combat.

He didn't care what the lioness's motive for attacking him was (but he certainly could make an educated guess) - he was enjoying the little dance regardless of reasoning. It was so intensely liberating. He would savor each moment.

Her fangs sank deeper into his shoulder and a wild grim laugh bubbled up in his throat as he would attempt the same, trying to sink his fangs in deeper before trying to yank his head backwards sharply attempting flesh.

Reti's right front paw lifted and attempted to lash out, claws extended, aiming to slash at the left side of her chest aiming to start at mid chest and attempting to draw his claws downwards.

Her own scythes cut into his left foreleg, two of the claws sinking into the flesh and dragging gashes down the front inside portion of the large limb. The black fur darkened as blood seeped in the wake of the damage, trickles of red stark against the copper sock.

It was a pity this had to end soon. Must not overstay their .... 'welcome'. Hopefully Aphrodite would finish her scuffle soon and they could make a - timely exit.

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@Arduinna , @Blaidd & @Helah vs. @Reti ♔, @Aphrodite ♔ & @Zinnia
Dominance/So it's a party then?
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 20 + 5 + 9 + 6 + 12 + 19 + 4 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 7 + 10 + 11 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 11 + 14 + 12

code by corvus

@Arkyn & @Nyaxia vs. @Parthena, @Nikandr & @Icefang ♔ for Dominance
— RESULTS —

Side A
Arkyn Hits: 5 + 2 + 3 + 6 luck = 16
Nyaxia Hits: 2 + 1 + 2 + 6 luck = 11
27

Arkyn Dodges: 2 + 3 + 2 = 7
Nyaxia Dodges: 3 + 3 + 4 = 10
17

Side B
Parthena Hits: 0 + 0 + 0 + 4 luck = 4
Nikandr Hits: 4 + 1 + 2 + 4 luck = 11
Icefang Hits: 3 + 4 + 3 + 6 luck = 16
31

Parthena Dodges: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0
Nikandr Dodges: 3 + 1 + 2 = 6
Icefang Dodges: 2 + 3 + 2 = 7
13

Side A Successful Hits: 14
Side B Successful Hits: 14

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TIE-BREAKER

performed by @Squid

Side A
Arkyn Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 9 + 14 + 11 + 12 + 15 + 16 + 1

Nyaxia Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 14 + 3 + 9

Arkyn Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 9 + 12 + 6 + 13 + 5

Nyaxia Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 11 + 10 + 18

Arkyn Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 12 + 14 + 8 + 6

Nyaxia Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 9 + 2 + 17 + 12

Side B
Parthena Hits:

Rolling 0d20: 17

Nikandr Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 15 + 4 + 19 + 13

Icefang Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 6 + 1 + 17 + 7 + 4 + 3 + 13

Parthena Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 2

Nikandr Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 5 + 20

Icefang Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 9 + 20 + 7 + 2

Parthena Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 15 + 3 + 4 + 2

Nikandr Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 14 + 17 + 11 + 15

Icefang Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 14 + 15 + 18 + 10

@Arkyn & @Nyaxia vs. @Parthena, @Nikandr & @Icefang ♔ for Dominance
— RESULTS —

Side A
Arkyn Hits: 5
Nyaxia Hits: 1 + 1 luck
7

Arkyn Dodges: 2
Nyaxia Dodges: 3
5

Side B
Parthena Hits: 0 + 1 luck = 1
Nikandr Hits: 3 + 2 luck = 5
Icefang Hits: 3 + 2 luck = 5
11

Parthena Dodges: 0
Nikandr Dodges: 1
Icefang Dodges: 2
3

Side A Successful Hits: 4
Side B Successful Hits: 6

PARTHENA, ICEFANG, and NIKANDR HAVE WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either all challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

@Haakon vs. @Arawn for @Brighid ♔
— RESULTS —

Arawn Hits: 2 + 3 + 2 + 6 luck = 13
Arawn Dodges: 3 + 0 + 3 = 6

Haakon Hits: 3 + 2 + 6 + 5 luck = 16
Haakon Dodges: 1 + 1 + 4 = 6

Arawn Successful Hits: 7
Haakon Successful Hits: 10

HAAKON HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR BRIGHID!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either all challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

He saw with a mix of practiced detachment and cool, conscious dread, that he was slightly too late to keep her jaws from snapping toward his pridemate. He imagined the Cove queen as a hyperfixated, frenzied beast. Although his paw managed to bash her on the head, reminding him unpleasantly of how harsh battle could be (and how soft women could not be), he expected that her attacks would continue to focus on his smaller pridemate simply out of blind rage. This did give him an advantage in his own fight but, given that half his goal was minimizing damage to the young lady @Noemi, he saw half his goal slipping away from him.

He kept his ears pinned back and eyes narrowed, weight resettling to a defensive mode as he saw his pridemate making a wildly aggressive move. Claws slashed upward along the underside of his neck as he crouched. It was a frenzy of shears hacking at his mane and ripping away strands, leaving wounds from both the tender torn-off fur and actual claw slashes. He growled, his vanity discomfited with a sense of pain. He tried to grab the front leg that was closest to him and try to pull it out from under her. His goal to achieve a neat and clean victory. Always crisp and clean.

@Miaran vs @Noemi @George
for @Helah
2/3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 5 + 11 + 19 + 7 + 3 + 20 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 20 + 13 + 14 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 2 + 8 + 7 + 14

Zinnia

Her head would blossom with pain as her forehead connected with his nose and a painful ‘boop’. She growled, lips curling back in a snarl as he bit into the right side of her neck. It hurt but she refused to squeal, to shriek in pain. Instead she funneled that pain into anger and motive, just as she had been instructed. Her body was tiring, though, being so young and so..not used to fighting lately. She was exhausted, even from the little scuffle that they were in. Her legs were heavy, but she dragged her left paw up, once more reaching for his eye in an attempt to extinguish that red eye for good (claw at his eyeball).

Her head shifted, tiny teeth bared and ready, she would attempt to bite into his own neck even as her weight shifted, attempting to shove forward into him, trying to knock him onto his back and pin him to the ground. He would know what it meant to eat dirt…or rather sand…if she had anything to say about it. "Let. Go!" She snarled, demanding his obedience. Enunciating each word (potentially through mouthful of fur).


@Reti ♔, @Aphrodite ♔ ♔ & Zinnia vs.@Arduinna , @Blaidd & @Helah ♔
Dominance
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 0d20: 5

Dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 8 + 2 + 15 + 4

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The ghostly Viper, her heart pounding with adrenaline, refused to back down as she faced off against the two Andal members. Her ears were pinned back, her eyelids narrowed in determination as she braced herself for the assault. She knew she might not come out victorious in this fight, but that didn't matter to her. What mattered was leaving her mark, showing the world her fearless and fiery spirit.

She had no regard for the harm she could inflict on her opponents - in every spar, she gave it her all, unleashing the full force of her fury. She didn't hold back, unleashing all of her fire in every strike, not caring about the potential harm she could inflict. As Miaran clashed with the two Andal members, she could sense their strategy, their attempts to distract her and gain the upper hand. But she was not about to let them succeed.

With her own success, her claws had tore into flesh, her powerful kicks finding their marks.

In a moment of distraction, Miaran felt the weight of the woman trying to climb on her back, sending a surge of fear and adrenaline through her body. She tried to shift her body to throw the woman off, but then felt a sharp pain as George's claws dug into her leg, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. With a surge of determination, Miaran kicked out her back legs in an attempt to knock and shred at them. The desperation was hidden to defend herself in every movement, as she tucked her chin to shield her throat from harm. The intensity of the situation fueled her actions as she fought to protect herself from the imminent danger.

Miaran was a force to be reckoned with, a warrior with a passion burning deep within her. And as she lay there, battling against all odds, she knew that she would never give up, never surrender. She was a viper, fierce and relentless, ready to strike down anyone who dared to challenge her. Her eyes blazed with determination, her heart beating with the adrenaline of the fight.

Miaran vs @Noemi & @George
Stealing @Helah (she is pretty)
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 3 + 19 + 15 + 20 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 9 + 19 + 5 + 10 + 18 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 17 + 5 + 12 + 14

table code by daanyen

Noemi’s success at mounting the challenger came only through the timely help of her male pridemate as he pulled a leg from under her to cause a shift in her balance, sending them both tumbling down. She felt the woman twist beneath her until she was belly up, facing Noemi, and wildly defensive. Her throat was inaccessible but it was the least of Noemi’s worries; razor sharp back claws were instantly raking across her belly once the woman had her bearings.

She tried to back off the woman quickly before reaching out in an attempt to at least grab one kicking leg around an ankle with her teeth and the other with a paw to pin to the ground. She’d let her pridemate handle the other end.

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@Noemi & @George vs @Miaran
For @Helah
Round 3 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 17 + 14 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 5 + 17 + 20 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 17 + 11 + 13 + 18 + 5

code by scorpixia♡︎

Silas followed the man's gaze to the main event. "Well, I'll be, I think you're right." It looked as if things were starting to wind down all around and he took that as his cue he should probably be skedaddling. Seeing how vicious some of these Oasis pride members were, it probably wasn't wise to stick around within their borders any longer and have to pay for his thievery. He looked down at the stolen leg of meat—now down to only the bone—and quickly picked it up to toss it out into the sand behind him.

"I think it best I be gettin' back now to the territory proper. It was mighty nice to meet ya, @Zaahir ♔."

He left the man behind and scurried back further into the pride's territory, taking confident strides—again, as if he belonged—until he crested the nearest dune. From there, he took one look back upon the remaining activities before dropping out of sight on the other side and heading south for home, satisfied at what he'd accomplished that day.

-exit-