icefang

Satisfaction is all she can feel as her claws rip through @Isla ♔'s right eye. The queen smirks, baring her fangs in a taunt when the Scilla woman claims she will regret this. Yeah, sure. They pull away and Icefang shifts back towards the sidelines, blue eyes roaming over the battle field. There are still fights and she notices that Helah in still locked into hers, but both women are coated in blood and there seems to be broken bones. Brutal. There is a noticeable decline in the amount of Brook members present and Icefang rumbles to herself in disapproval. Either they had lost or were stolen, she would figure out which as soon as she got back home. She lets out a roar, a command for those present to depart. Even if they had lost this one, she had given them a taste that her pride was indeed ready for war and most importantly, she had left her mark on the two most notable ladies within the Lagoon. She would linger for now, waiting to see the last few results of fights that interested her and just in case she would wait to see if there was anyone she needed to drag out.

Icefang is commanding for her members to leave as soon as they finish their fights.

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He was on the path to healing; she was fallen amidst the ongoing battles. He cared no longer what his fate may be or his own health. Staying in Scilla? Forced to leave for the Brook? The strain he was putting on his wounds as he rose back on shaky limbs? They all fell to the wayside when she hit the sands. His distraught roar barely made a sound as it mangled in his throat.

He surged forward, shoving bodies out of his way until he stood over Dio, checking for any sign of vitality. Surely the woman hadn’t killed her? No. No, she hadn’t. Her breath, though shallow, was hot on his cheek from where he’d leaned in; the rise of her sides another indication. She lived, but he needed to get her away from here. His brief respite with the Scillan healers and the bout of adrenaline, lended him enough strength to nose beneath her body, maneuvering her to where she was draped across his back.

He turned to see his fate now also decided; thanks to the strange man, he would remain in Scilla. Good, it’s where he needed to take her. Burdened with fatigue and her weight, he approached @Arkyn and addressed him in earnest. "Mèsi, mesye. Mèsi, mèsi." Thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you. He hoped in the future he may be able to return the gift with more than just words. Something he intended for his healers as well.

He avoided @Lathan's gaze as he turned to leave. His betrayal had led to the circumstances he now found himself in and, had Dio not been unconscious on his shoulders, there would have been nothing to stop him from strangling the man himself. As it was, his sole focus was on returning to his den to watch over his beloved.

-exit-

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Breath wheezed through the broken crevasses of her nasals. Jaws seated themselves wide in a firm rictus. Her eyes seemed to stare forward. One blackened from the inside and the other barely distinguishable from the blood and tears around it. By the weight under her good paw she knew the adversary still stood before her, but she had not the strength to combat it. So she stood as before the gates of Valhalla, offering herself to the valkyries for entrance. Her mind was gone, stripped and cleansed. Fangs toward her throat felt like her own, like this pain was some relief. A gentle friend grooming her fur where she could not. Yet body and herself feared death. As those fangs sought within her, both her paws rose and tried to crush around the enemy's neck, trying to hug the spine close to try to crumple it within its frame. Bones shifted in her broken paw as the muscles in the forelimb urged the dead mitt to act.

@Helah vs @Walpurgis
Death
7/7

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 16 + 9 + 1 + 6 + 13 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 3 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 2 + 12 + 18 + 7

Arcania X'uekai

count my cards, watch them fall
I like the way they all scream

She watched as Icefang's battle concluded and the pale woman reigned victorious. Of no surprise to her, mind. She could clearly see for herself that things were wrapping up, and so Icefang's order to depart was of no surprise to her. But... Helah was still locked in a brutal battle, and Arcania felt an obligation to see it through. So she looked in @Icefang ♔'s direction, attempting to catch her eye so she could tip her head in the direction of the death match in silent excuse. She did, at least, make her way to the edge of the battleground, tucking herself into the foliage so she wasn't quite as obvious standing out there in the middle of things. She had to see if the Oasis woman would fall. She severely doubted that would happen, but if it did she refused to leave her body to the mercy of those in the Lagoon.

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ooc: character development for my boys <3 also to assist Narsil after the fight!

"I don’t know why you want me to come here?” the irritable voice of the dark brown teen muttered while he followed after his elder brother, Pompeii had found him and they had both heard the call go up at the Lagoon. Vesemir had opted to ignore it, what did it matter to him after all? But Pompeii had twisted his little brothers arm enough to convince him to follow.

“Mother can hold her own just fine, this is …” he trailed off in his grumpy rumbling when they entered to the side of the battle. Having become slackjawed at the brutal fighting laid before him, he was speechless. What the hell was all this for? Vesemir was so busy gawking he didn’t see the gleeful grin his brother had flashed briefly, and only silently followed Pompeii’s heels. Noting Livyatan to the side of the male he seemed to adore, but Vesemir’s eyes were flicking hurriedly from lioness to lioness. Searching.

Pompeii's voice was what lulled him out of his stupor and he followed his siblings gaze. and there was their mother fighting some lioness who had her by the neck! Rage bubbled in him and he felt himself starting to go forward when Pompeii blocked his vision. “Move.” He growled his command infuriated that Pompeii was not only preventing him from assisting but didn’t seem to care?

Pompeiis words at first did not go through, it was hard to hear with blood rushing through one’s ears, but then he visibly twitched at the last sentence. Vesemir would admit that Pompeii was right, this time, that his attempt to aid could only cause more harm. “… Fine… the second she is let go though I am going,” amber eyes glared furiously at his brother who simply chuckled and shrugged. “get in my way again and you won’t be alive to regret it,";he added in a hiss of promise.

Vesemir would start to slink forward towards the match of his mothers ready to aid her escape once the battle was decided.


"talk"

code by flea, art by irish ♥

Hellbent

lighting up the sky as we burn out

ooc: character development for my boys! <3


Having been past the Lagoon when the calls let out and thus he hurriedly rushed to find Vesemir, wanting to show his little sibling the reality of war and it’s bloodshed. Pompeii enjoyed it and witnessing it gave him a little tickle in his spine. After having convinced Vesemir to follow him he led his sibling to the Lagoon trudging confidently across the border with a little chuckle. Vesemir's complaining wasn’t dampening his mood in the slightest, watching his brothers jaws fall open though made him flash a grin of delight. Was this his precious little brothers first witness to war? Oh how cute.

Pompeii led his sibling across the sand while he casually looked around for the reason why he dragged him here. And there she was, barely able to hold her own, age must be getting her down he thought. “Ah, there she is” he said casually watching Vesemirs reaction. Oh shoot. Quickly, he moved to block his brother, which would be funny to anyone observing, to see his small stature blocking Vesemir’s larger form.

“ah ah, no no” he said with a click of his tongue, “you will stay back and watch. What can you do? You know nothing of battle” he added with a firm tone. Though inside, he was practically vibrating with glee, showing Vesemir something upsetting that he couldn’t do anything about. Oh yeah, he was a nasty devil. “You can go to her after,” he promised with a smirk, then chuckled when Vesemir hissed his threats.

Moving to the side, he would follow Vesemir closely in case he needed to pounce and physically prevent his brother from trying to ‘help”.


"talk"

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Morrigan feels the ripping of claws through her neck, through her face, feels that gaping hollow savaged further as her remaining eye squeezes shut. She doesn't care, doesn't truly feel anything other than the warmth of Miaran's blood in her tongue. Morrigan had never had the disdain for cannibalism some others had, having been raised as a wildling in snowy mountains often scarce with food she had been taught to survive no matter the cost. Yet she had never been able to deny just how sweet it tasted when it was the blood of her enemies. Morrigan would attempt only to bite down harder on the Caladan Queen's face. She would bleed them all, and every drop would build Maua's kingdom stronger than before.

@Morrigan vs. @Miaran
For MAJOR MAIM
part 2: electric boogaloo
Round III / IV
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 6 + 3 + 5 + 10 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 8 + 6 + 11 + 19 + 15

Barbarian Level 2: Able to take on another opponent after losing a fight (once per thread)
Dice Modifiers: used master perk in previous fight to negate fatigue, wounded roll from bruno occurred after this in timeline
permission given by celeste <3

table coding by ferus

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True war, oh, how it intoxicates! The sweetness of battle coursed through her veins as the crimson rivers poured from her own wounds, each drop a reminder of the pain she embraced with fervor. Morrigan chewed at her cheek, tearing the flesh away, a searing kiss of agony that Miaran met with ferocious delight. All the while, the Executioner's claws were "aiming" and yearning to sink deeper into the flesh of her adversary's face and neck. In this visceral chaos, there were no divine deities watching over them; only the wild, unhinged imagination of a madwoman reigned supreme. Her back legs shifted, resilient and determined, anchoring her as she dug her claws into the unforgiving sand beneath them. With every ounce of her being, she surged forward, "attempting" at pressing herself into the larger form of her foe, a primal dance of fury and survival.


Miaran vs @Morrigan
Major Maim
Part Two
Round 3 / 4
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 11 + 14 + 3 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 3 + 5 + 16 + 13 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 20 + 9 + 18 + 11

Fatigue Dice: 5/6/5

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The power that comes with a victory washes over the Viking, and with a guttural snarl does he disengage with his opponent, it blatantly clear on who had won this battle. Sides heaved as Arkyn works on regaining normal breathing, nostrils flaring as huffs of air are expelled. "I think it's time for you to leave." His tone is low, deadly, as piercing yellow eyes stay narrowed on the other lion, daring him to come at him again. Ears twitch as they listen to the chaos that surrounds them before hearing the call from the Brook Queen, one that told her army to retreat.

"Go run along now before I drag you out myself." Arkyn takes a step toward the other before his attention is drawn toward a male bloody and mutilated carrying a lioness upon his back. He were speaking in a different language but the brute could hear the thankfulness in his tone, realizing this was the one he fought for. "Welcome." The word is gruff sounding and pushed out, a nod pairing with his words. He watches as the lion makes his exit before Arkyn searches for his cousin.

He sees Isla and takes in the injury to her face - to her eye. A low growl vibrates within his chest but Arkyn knows that the Lagoon had won this war - no need to pick another fight. With a roll of his shoulder and a peel back of his lips from the pain it caused his wounds, the Brynmawr would make his way out of Scilla territory and make his way back to Firnen where he would tend to his wounds and wish that Csitri were here to help him.

exit Arkyn.

@Lathan @Matthieu

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The lilac warrior successfully frees his limb, although not without a measure more damage to the swirled flesh across the front of the leg. Shit. Well that would suck to put weight on for a while.

Yet the price was well paid as the flow of the battle shifted - he was winning this. And in a few more moments, a brief span of further contest between the two young males - Kaos had his victory.

His eyes were bright, the blood stain grin on his face wide, sincere and free of malice. This was war after all. He was a part of it by virtue of his pride, but it was not 'personal' for him. And if the other had not wanted to fight to win and bleed for his side, then why show up at all Hmm?

A flash of triumphant grin, rows of vibrant teeth, and he turns to make make his exit as Icefang calls it is time to make an exit. Ahhhh, so soon? He would not get a second fight under his paws today it seemed.

And yet perhaps it was for the best. With his foreleg the way it was, further fighting might lead to lingering issues. But now there was a different issue. With blood trying to leak into one eye, his leg slightly problematic, and bodies still engaged in fighting chaotically here and there.

Um... exactly what way WAS the exit. That direction right? Hmmm. He knew the direction 'out' was - but forging his own path separately might lead to being isolated by multiple foes and overwhelmed.

His one clear eye, still keen, spotted a pride mate - a unique one - not involved in combat. Seeking to catch @Cathán 's attention he mouthed "Help lead a buddy out?" you know, lead the way. Steady my bloody side and serve a look out if your feeling especially generous?

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