@Avril VS. @Khal FOR Dominance
— RESULTS —

Avril Hits: 1+0+3+3 Luck = 7
Avril Dodges: 2+1+3 = 6

Khal Hits: 5+5+5+2 Luck = 17
Khal Dodges: 3+3+2 = 8

Avril Successful Hits: -1
Khal Successful Hits: 11

Khal HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Dominance!

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.

Reti's lifted shoulders, aligned spine, tucked chin and thick mane all offered bits of additional protection to the lion's neck. It did not make it immune to attack however and while these factors deadened the blow slightly her claws did still slice short gashes into two of the fat and fur rolls at the right side of his neck and right forward most shoulder.

Recoil reverberated in his skull from the blow of his crown against her jaws, and he could only hope her lower jaw and muzzle had been jarred and damaged. Certainly the deepened cuts inflicted by her teeth during the act and her subsequent twisting jaws caused damage - he could feel the blood soak into locks of his mane and trickle down the right side of his face.

She wrenched her right front leg free and Reti does not yet attempt to replace his left foreleg to the earth.

Using his grounded right foreleg as a pivot he attempts to swing his hind legs around to his own right, attempting to bring him into position facing the left side of her face. His tail lashes for ballance, hind claws work to try and help with traction.

As he pivots her fangs miss his cheek but gouges a deep slice across the right side of his upper forward part of his muzzle and takes a little chunk out of the side of his black nose. Now blood is all he can smell.

Hss jaws would snap out, attempting to bite the blinded left side of her face . Attempting to drive his top fangs in just bellow eye, and bring his lower fangs up into the flesh near her jawbone - trying to close them attempting to trap a mouthful of cheek fat and muscle between his jaws.

Reti left front leg lifts a bit higher and swiftly attempts to slice extended claws across the front of the lower portion of her throat aiming to slash at her windpipe as her jaws are occupied biting at his face.

He did not need to receive scars to remember this event, live or die there was no chance the bitter disappointment and anger spurned by her choice would leave him.

Why was she forcing this? Why was she choosing to double down and drown in insanity, a stubborn refusal to see reason? It didn't need to be this way. Such a waste of fire. Such a waste of a legacy..


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Reti vs. @Miaran
DEATH
Round 3 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 12 + 13 + 16 + 1 + 4 + 5 + 20 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 1 + 19 + 11 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 13 + 18 + 14 + 1

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code by corvus

The raw, searing pain from the violent clash of his skull against her jaw reverberated through her body, intensifying her primal instincts. She tasted the copper of blood and pain of broken fang as she savagely in her "attempted" sought to rend the flesh that tantalized her senses. Miaran felt her left front claws dig deeper, driven by an unstoppable urge, clawing into the soft fat folds of his neck, while her head "attempted" to twisted with furious desperation to protect her throat, "trying" to rip and tear away the flesh that tantalized her grip.

Reti's claws raked across the tender expanse of her neck, barely skimming past her windpipe, leaving trails of crimson in their wake. She felt the warm, sticky blood cascading down her neck, soaking into her scarred grey pelt, mingling with the coarse sands beneath them. The sharpness of his fangs sank into her cheek, tearing mercilessly at the flesh on her blinded side, igniting a raw fire of agony within her.

Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a perverse pleasure in the pain as she bled freely, the rich, metallic scent of blood hanging thickly in the air like a dark promise. With a fierce determination, she "attempted" to turn her head slightly even as her flesh torn more in the motion, instinctively guarding her throat while seizing the moment to "attempting" to latch onto his nose, her jaws clenching with ferocity. Her right front claws lashed out, a wild flurry "aimed" at his cheek and neck, a desperate bid for grasping at what flesh she could. Her hind legs anchored her weight firmly, while her tail balanced her precarious dance of life and death, a testament to her indomitable spirit.

Miaran vs @Reti ♔
Death
Round 4/7
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 8 + 14 + 3 + 16 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 4 + 20 + 9 + 16 + 12 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 20 + 19 + 4 + 12

* Due to the severity of these fights, wounded rolls do not apply during them. Lions are able to use their full, unwounded dice when engaging in a DM for fairness and a level-playing field.

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+10 20 Intercept a trespasser (Melusina)
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[[permission given to skip @Matthieu for the drama :3 ]]

He'd been looking the other way when his name was shouted, but his attention snapped around to Matthieu at the cry for help. First, though, Rémi would attempt to grab the cub (@Sarai) by the scruff and move her closer to @Aymond and generally away from the ensuing fight.

Whether he succeeded or not, by the time he managed to turn back to Matti's fight, things had already progressed far enough that it seemed the outcome was more or less decided. Rémi winced at the damage done to the other male, as he rushed forward as the pale woman went down on her back. He spotted an opening - and the danger that came from it.

"Oh no ya don'," with a growl, he closed the distance, attempting to reach out and hook the claws of his right paw under her chin and pull back, trying to yank her head backward so that he might press it flatter to the ground with the throat exposed. At the same time, his jaws would attempt to catch her left wrist and hold tight, so that he might give Matti an extra precious second or two to get out of the way of further harm.

Rémi vs. @Icefang ♔
Dominance/Get off him
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 16 + 7 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 6 + 10 + 12 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 1 + 19 + 6 + 8

*dice reduced for fatigue

*Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - paladin (+1 additional dodge)

code by corvus

The bodies just keep flooding in. It's madness. Was he not dead already, the Guardian knew he would have fallen victim once again to the past, to his memories that always clouded his reality in times of war. Dero was clear of mind now, though, thankfully. Even if he could not do much in this state, at least he wouldn't be lost to the chaos like last time.

Without much he could physically do, though, the Hodari was left to simply watch over the mess. At least he could try and keep tabs on who was where, but then his own family slowly started to appear. It made the watching that much more painful, unable to help. The spirit managed to lock eyes with his eldest son for a moment, just a moment, and it was unsettling, to say the least. This was not how the Guardian wanted to see his family for he first time since dying, but he could not ignore the call for the dead. A smile had only just barely crossed his features before @Hanneth's voice pulled both Dero and Roan's attention. A young woman who bored the Tolkien mask came to Roan's side for a brief moment, but then the mauve lion was pulled away as a grey stranger charged towards Hanneth. Dero's heart clenched in his chest at this inability to protect his own wife. Thankful for his son's quick actions, the specter was just about to inquire upon the masked girl before someone decided she needed to fight as well.

He was useless, really. What were the spirits even doing here? What purpose did they serve except maybe as a distraction? Before the old man's thoughts could dwindle too much deeper, though, his spectral veins ran cold at a call for death. "Reti..." Dero practically gasped in disbelief as he looked across the battlefield to his multi-colored son. To the son that had been gifted upon Hanneth and himself by the spirits of their former home. Listening to @Reti ♔'s words only made this call for death ten times worse. He was fighting someone who seemed to be set against every aspect of the afterlife, whether it be simple communication with the dead like him, or reviving those once thought lost. Did she know about Reti then? Did she know his past life?

Why was it his son's job to eradicate the lands of this woman then? Why his son? The Hodari couldn't just sit idly by and watch this fight. He had to do something, whatever he could, to aid his son. With determination, the Guardian walked a straight line towards the death fight, not caring what individuals his ghostly body might simply pass through in the process. There was a rage burning behind his azure gaze. Dero purposely walked up behind Reti, aiming to be in perfect view of @Miaran on the other side. Though he could not physically interfere with a fight, maybe just the sight of the dead would be enough to throw her off her game. Jaws lifted to the heavens, calling to the gods, in what was probably the loudest roar Dero had ever uttered. A war cry in support of his son, in protection for his family and friends, and with every ounce of rage and hatred thrown like daggers at the woman that would seek to purge the earth of all things celestial. You kill my son and I will make sure every second you are left breathing will be complete and utter agony, the spirit silently promised as he simply stared with a snarled expression at the Caladan queen.

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ooc: Dero is standing behind Reti, hoping to distract Miaran. Anyone is welcome to say he 'walked through' them as he walked towards the fight XD

just as much as melusina may want to live, magdalena wants to kill. her bubbling hatred screams for nothing less - no apologies to be walked back on, no loose, all too frayed edges left behind. even now, they are two sides of the same coin, irreversibly bound to one another as they have been in all things. perhaps in another life, magdalena might have just as easily ended up in melusina's shoes . in a way, hasn't she? two damaged girls, seeking sweet vengeance out in whatever dark corner it happened to dwell in.

there is exhilaration - a feeling of wholeness - and yet magdalena can practically hear that steel heart of hers cracking under the weight of what she has set out to do. she has managed to push melusina into the water, not deep enough for it to truly have an effect on how they might move, but enough that the salt water sloshes with their frenzied movements. the brine always thick in the air.

melusina's shoulder shoves hard into her chest and magdalena's breath leaves her in a harsh puff, the area sore with a bruise that hasn't fully bloomed yet. all four of magdalena's paws dig hard into the wet sand, trying to keep melusina from pushing them both fully out of the water. after the impact, magdalena's jaws turn downwards, seeking to clamp into the flesh around melusina's eye, trying to draw blood that might blind her for the rest of the battle. at the same time her left forepaw aims to stomp down hard on top of melusina's left forepaw, claws out the whole way down as magdalena tries to slice the front of her sister's foreleg open.

magdalena vs @Melusina
for death
IV of VII

hits:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 10 + 8 + 20 + 2

dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 1 + 12 + 2 + 8 + 20

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 3 + 1 + 11 + 16

coding by daanyen | art by yumpy

The chaos just kept getting worse as Hero kept to the outskirts of the mess. His icy gaze could barely keep up with it all as bodies fly in every direction. It was hard to believe that this was ever going to be some sort of party, the decorations and assortment of food left to disarray. Seeing the bodies was hard enough that he could hardly even notice that his own family was getting caught up in the madness. It wasn't until his uncle called out a challenge to the death that Hero's attention regained some ground.

Every word @Reti ♔ spoke about this woman, who apparently had just been attacking his grandmother, sent a chill down the dark man's spine. She would seek to purge the world of those who seek solace in the spirits? Someone like him? As he grew older, Hero had gained a better understanding of the spirit world, and found comfort in being able to converse with the dead. To think that he could be targeted just for that embrace with the afterlife sent a surge of fire through his veins.

All he could do was watch his uncle fight now. To think he might never get the chance to know him if he didn't come through this fight alive. An uncle he'd never even met in person, yet had heard so much about.

Hero is watching the Reti/Miaran fight, but open to interactions/fights

tb | stk | dv

Her shoulder connects with Magdalena's chest in a sharp, wrenching retort. It's not enough to push them out of the water but it's enough to gain a few feet back to shore. She is nothing now but the pounding blood in her ears and the war that rages within her; one side determined to endure and feed off her hate and the other simply desperate to survive it. There was no walking back from this. Melusina would either die with a fraction of the girl she once was or she would kill that part of her alongside @Magdalena.

There's no going back.

I want to live.

She is greeted with a surge of wet and red as her sister's teeth clip through her brow. A terrified yowl bursts from her lips as her head rears back. She is frantic enough that the talon that scores down her foreleg is not as deep, but it still stings as it stomps back down into the sea. But she's half-blinded, and as she throws her head forward with her jaws parted wide, she does not know where on Magdalena's own face she's attempting to bite.

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Melusina versus Magdalena
for death
iv of vii
Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 8 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 8d20: 1 + 19 + 5 + 14 + 20 + 2 + 17 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 11 + 20 + 16 + 4 + 15

code by cala, art by yumpy

There were... a shocking amount of lions milling about that he knew. The guardian wandered about, observing this fight and that, never staying for long but gracing several with his almost fiendish dark gray glow. Such a reckoning for so many, he commented idly. How many of them deserved it, he wondered? And look at all the little ones, so lost and confused on the battlefield. Such a pity. He would never have let- ah, but that didn't matter now, did it. His own cubs were long since gone, in a far off land.

A low chuckle left him at the sight of @Dero quite literally haunting a fight, briefly tempted to join him or go stick a paw through the face of someone, just for the fun of it, but instead he meandered over to @Hero's left side instead, plopping his butt down beside the young man (because yes, he still counted as young despite his continued aging while Tobin remained perpetually ancient).

Can we at least admire the irony of her becoming a spirit once she dies? he rumbled. What kind of spirit, he wasn't sure, because he had no knowledge of how one obtained a prestiged ranking in the afterlife to merit being able to roam about as he did while others could not, but a spirit nonetheless. I think it's funny, he concluded.

code (c) daanyen // art (c) Celestial-Drifter

Away from the den she went; herbs clasped between her jaws as she listened to her mother lead her siblings out and away. Ears would cheerfully flick on top of her head as she approached the fray easily and cluelessly bypassing the border as she settled her gaze on the figure of two fighting lionesses; their figures entangled in something that seemed a lot worse than a simple fight over dominance. But she would swiftly cast her gaze around the area. A multitude of lions where embroiled in their battles. Why? She couldn't even begin to tell.

"I have herbs!" The girl would call out as she jerked away from a new fight that erupted in favor of strolling on unsteady large paws towards the outskirts.

She had herbs. . . for a price.

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