@Noemi & @George VS. @Miaran ♔ FOR Helah
— RESULTS —

Noemi Hits: 2 + 3 + 3 + 7 luck = 15
Noemi Dodges: 2 + 3 + 3 =8

George Hits: 4 + 3 + 2 + 2 luck = 11
George Dodges: 3 + 4 + 2 = 9

Noemi & George Total Hits: 26
Noemi & Geroge Total Dodges: 17

Miaran Hits: 3 + 4 + 3 + 5 luck = 15
Miaran Dodges: 4 + 3 + 2 = 9

Noemi & George Successful Hits: 17
Char2 Successful Hits: -2

NOEMI and GEORGE HAVE WON THE CHALLENGE FOR HELAH!

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

Her gaze was clouded by the insatiable urge to tear and maim, and when she spied Lagertha locking onto Draugr's face it only drove her further into madness. Drena didn't necessarily give a fuck about anyone, but this man was her partner in this duel, and she wouldn't allow him to get ripped to shreds. Lagertha's buck sends another kick against her chest, this time also knocking her nose in the process. But this wasn't going to be enough to get her to let go. The top of her nose stings with the searing pain of deep lacerations across her muzzle and she snarls, finally relinquishing her grip on the woman's tail. She was bigger than this wench, and she planned to try and use her size to Draugr's advantage. Drena would launch herself forwards, attempting to sink her heavy claws into Lagertha's haunches and anchor herself. Then, the war hound would attempt to pull backward, using all of her strength to yank backwards in an attempt to physically drag Lagertha from Draugr's face. Her teeth salivated with anticipation, the blood from Lagertha's tail still lingering on her lips.

Drena & @Draugr v. @Lagertha
Defense of @Arduinna
Round 3 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 11 + 3 + 18 + 16 + 15 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 15 + 6 + 4 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 1 + 11 + 19 + 7

ART BY YUMPY

Noemi knew the woman couldn’t hold out against two-on-one for long, no matter how much she persisted. The kick landed against her shoulder and she hissed in pain, but held fast against the other as her male counterpart pinned the woman’s shoulders. They remained in their lock until her relentless attacking ceased, the fight over.

She stepped off the woman, snarling, "Get up and get the FUCK out of here, unless you want a true reminder of your loss today!" She stood tall above the would-be captor—her eyes flashing dangerously in anticipation—daring her to make any move other than a retreat from the desert; the queen would not be hers for the taking.

@George @Miaran ♔

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In this theft battle, the odds were stacked against her - two adversaries against one. If only the male had stayed out of it, Miaran could have emerged victorious. A hiss of pain escapes her throat as she rises to her feet, her once sleek grey coat now drenched in crimson, wounds oozing their scarlet essence onto the unforgiving sand below. But despite her injuries, she had left her mark on her enemies, her gaze fierce and unyielding as she bares her bloodied fangs.

You think you've won, but it was only because of him, you lâche, coward she spits out in a venomous tone. Va te faire foutre, connasse Go fuck yourself, bitch. With a defiant glare, Miaran locks eyes with both of her assailants before slowly retreating. Though the rules dictated that they couldn't attack her again in this space, she watches them intently, committing their faces to her memory before leaving the battleground. She would not forget this battle or their faces.

/Exit

@Noemi @George

Sleuth (double for Miaran)
+10 Participate in a skirmish (Fight: https://www.amaryllis-lions.com/thread-2...#pid207842)

table code by daanyen

@Arkyn whips around to snap at him and he holds his forepaws up. Listen, I'm not in charge, man. He was a good little soldier and good little soldiers fight dirty when they need to. Honor's nothing if you lose. He might have told Magdalena that winning didn't matter when there wasn't a reason but war? A call to arms by a superior? It was reason enough, he supposes. As @Icefang ♔ departs, he casts a glare over to @Parthena. Presuming she dodges her mother's own grip, as the queen calls a request for him to grab her.

Listen you little shit- he says, lurching forward and attempting to snap his jaws roughly around her, though not enough to truly damage her. You're gonna learn not to be a problem, or I'm gonna start beating your ass every day. It's spoken around a mouthful of her skin, if he's managed to get a grip, and the promise is laid out evenly.

She might be a spitfire, and he likes chaos in his own way, but kids need a modicum of respect and awareness to know when and how to cause problems.

Maybe it was time to teach Icefang's kid the finer arts of being a problem.

exit

the fur along her spine is rigid as she is commanded to come, the man's casual laughter and tone enough to kindle her upset even further. her gaze sits heavily on harou, on her children as they press into the own battles. arduinna still is being defended, but brighid is confident that her safety will be secured. she hates this, this feeling of uselessness, and bares her teeth at haakon again as she tears her eyes away from her king. she says nothing to the maneless caladan man who has announced her as nothing but a pawn and she scoffs. pain begins to settle into her wounds, her muscles aching from the strain of battle and its with self loathing and a looming sense of failure that brighid is ushered away from the flurry within the oasis.

/exit

art by ryuu, code by javs

Finally the two managed to hold down the squirming hurricane, and she surrendered soon after. George kept his ears back and his eyes narrowed, unshaken, knowing that a cool and collected front was necessary to present. Inwardly he yearned to lecture the young lady @Noemi about picking fights properly. And about not being reckless in victory. His breathing stirred in his chest, rousing pain along his neck and mane with each crest of filled lungs. Once she retreated, he watched her go and then nodded curtly at his pridemate. Professional, nothing of cruelty or disdain. He didn't know who their enemies were but he knew enemies were always watching. "Let's retreat and rest. She got you worse than me." Despite his efforts to distract the raging usurper, true, but he wasn't going to complain about ending up relatively unscathed. Picking fights for easy victories was kinda an assassin thing.

-exit

I will strip away all that you know, all that you love
until you have no shelter but me -
@Haakon's words would fall upon deaf ears, because arawn is too filled with fury to focus on anything around him but the blood humming in his veins. he has failed here, today, and he will not forgive himself for it. he's still young and inexperienced and it would cost him his mother. snarling savagely, arawn flashes the viking a murderous and blood-thirsty look. i will come for you.

it is a silent threat laced in absolute fury, but he has to stand down here, in light of his failure. it took every once of his strength to not come charging at the viking once more, to try and rip him apart with his bare hands. but arawn needed more practice, needed more fights, needed to hone his skills more. with a fleeting glance floated towards his beloved mother @Brighid, arawn would share with her an intense and furious look. he will not show weakness, despite everything. he will remain cold and in control of his tempestuous emotions. leaving the battlefield bloodied and weakened, arawn would depart with a savage rumble. he will be more prepared the next time they meet. may the whole of caladan be cursed.

i'm sorry i failed you, mother.

exit

table by ryuu

i can't stop this one, we are meant to change in the wind and rain, make me new again

Andraesa kicks the white lion away from her with a vicious snarl, and she is elated to see blood oozing down his putrid face. She can feel her own wounds seeping, trickling down to stain the paler parts of her coat, but she can't bring herself to care in the moment. They are surface wounds, scrapes and bruises that would heal in a day's time or less. He would have something to remember her by.

Pathetic, spoiled prince, Andraesa seethes at @Rhesk, spitting a mouthful of his own blood towards him with disdain. Do not forget that soon enough.

And with that, she kicked out towards the dunes, almost wholly satisfied with her handiwork for the day.

/exit

art by moogle - code by loki