Of course, the yearling hadn’t listened. Before she could stop her, @Clove sped past and quickly found herself in a fight. It didn’t seem to be one of high stakes, so Thella let her be, gaze continuously flicking back to make sure she was okay as she scanned the crowd. @Storm was in the thick of it as well, and now she had two young women she felt responsible for. She’d never been to a war at their age, but then again, she’d never had reason to. She could understand their compulsion though; when called for aid, you answer.

Miaran!

That voice—unmistakable. "Reti…" Thella’s head snapped around, attention solely on the chimera as he lunged for the Cove queen. A lunge with killing intent. Jun’s scream barely registered as her own heart clenched. Reti had been gone from the Hollows for some time, but she never felt as if their friendship had lessened; at least not from her side. She still cared deeply for him. The thought… the thought that he might die?

She shook her head in disbelief but her eyes remained glued until a voice beside her pulled her away. Her ear twitched to listen to @Moradin, his words coming out urgently. These are Mire lions. The very same Mire he had warned them about? She unwittingly tore her eyes away to scan the crowd with renewed focus, looking for the big, white—Oh, there he is. She couldn’t do anything for Reti right at the moment, but Moradin was right there. And he needed her help.

I’m going for Ana. "I’ll watch your back as you leave," she called after him. She quickly straightened as he bolted away, preparing to follow him from a distance to the border and make sure he made it there safely. But then, and unfamiliar man joined him—intent on intercepting him by the looks of it.

-fight starts here-

Thella’s pulse quickened. He had a job to do; she wouldn’t let him be waylaid. "Keep going! I’ll handle this." She darted past the stranger—putting herself between the pair for him to continue his departure—attempting a quick swat at his nose for distraction.

@Thella ♔ vs @Valen
For Dominance (aka leave him alone)
Round 1/3

Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 13 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 8d20: 5 + 1 + 10 + 17 + 12 + 9 + 6 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 3 + 7 + 16 + 8

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by the time their mother arrived with sage advice in how to pick an opponent, avarice is already way ahead of her. narrowed real eyes are already scanning across the battlefield in search of an opponent to call hers - clearly, @Septima's attempt at dissuading therm was going spectacularly.

all of a sudden, @Hylaeus is there with a tantalizing proposal. as he and @Fury charge off towards the crowing woman, avarice is hot on their tails. finally, a real fight! dad was going to be so proud of them when he was done!

"we're gonna beat the fuck out of you!" she squeaks her declaration on the way, fur puffed up along her spine. avarice charges for palpatine's right foreleg. she aims to leap into the limb while trying to wrap both forelegs around it to try and hang off of it. meanwhile, needle-like teeth aim to bite down on whatever meat she can get to there - not unlike a rabid monkey.

avarice, @Hylaeus, and @Fury vs @Palpatine
i of iii
for dominance
hits:

Rolling 4d20: 7 + 5 + 1 + 11

dodges:

Rolling 0d20: 7

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 6 + 20 + 10 + 5

'Witchcraft! Delusions! They will burn at the stake, Reti!'

His heart surged at her snarled declaration in English. With those words she had just confirmed before witnesses that his accusation was true - she would try to 'burn' all Clerics and perhaps skilled healers as well.

Even if he died here the news would spread.

Those with targeted trades may now have time to prepare. He had faith a few with loved ones, those who valued a Cleric or skilled healer would undoubtedly step up to stop her by any means nessasary.

---- fight part here -----

His jaws could not yet find the angle to catch her wrist and he swiftly abandoned the attempt.

Tucking his chin and tipping his crown forward a little Reti attempted to align his skull with his spine once more and tried to lunge forward pushing off his hind limbs with force attempting to slam the hard topmost portion of his forehead and skull into the front portion of her lower jaw.

This shift in his head's position meant her lower fangs sliced into his hairline causing blood to seep into and color the bronze portion of his forehead. And his attempt at a lunge meant her claws dug deeper into his shoulder without issue, blood flowing more freely from the claw punctures.

Swiftly following his attempted headbutt Reti would attempt to hook his left front paw would around her right forleg just above the 'wrist" and claws would attempt to hook in and slash at the tendons located there.

Reti attempted to keep what defenses he could in place, ears firmly flattened, Eyes narrowed, tail flung out behind and lashing to aid with ballance while his bodyweight was distributed over his three grounded limbs, extended claws gripping the earth.

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Reti vs. @Miaran
DEATH
Round 2 / 7
Hits:

Rolling 9d20: 11 + 7 + 9 + 16 + 6 + 17 + 19 + 5 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 12 + 8 + 20 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 15 + 5 + 3 + 1

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+1 Hit this round from successfully going berserk

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There’s a satisfying crack as his paw connects with Rainer’s skull, but it won’t be enough - not for this male. In turn, sharp claws rake down the side of the giant’s face, narrowly missing his eye but shredding the fragile skin down to his muzzle. At that point Roarke’s mouth splits fully open and his skull snaps to that side to attempt to lock down hard on Rainer’s wrist, biting down with all the strength in his jaw.

It's obvious, now. Both of them are betting it all, playing for keeps. Only one of them will walk away from this beach.

Roarke vs @Rainer
For Death
Round 2
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 19 + 16 + 4 + 2 + 20 + 14 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 10 + 17 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 12 + 2 + 13 + 8 + 9

*Roarke’s dice are currently incorrect due to a trade change mixup - adjusted going forward

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Around them are the sounds of battle, of war. It fills his head like white-noise, and no single sound can be picked out from it. His daughter’s scream doesn’t register, his family around him - his brother taking the girl he sought to protect - nothing in this world exists outside of the feel of giving flesh in his jaws, the struggle of the lion under him.

Held down by his weight and his teeth, there’s little they can do but continue to cut. Lacerations grow across his sides, his stomach, and blood leaks from his body into the sand. The wounds might be deadly but Dragos cannot give up. In truth, he does not care if they are. He’ll die after this one and that is all that matters. If he dies, so be it. Maybe he’ll find peace.

Dragos vs @Imago
For Death
Round 2
Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 16 + 10 + 4 + 11 + 8 + 18 + 15 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 16 + 8 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 19 + 16 + 1

ART BY DRIFTY, CODE BY LARS

What better music is there than the sound of tearing flesh?

The draconic beast is lucky. He doesn't lose an eye to the hooks of Rainer's claws - not yet - but his freckled skin splits open all the same, blood spraying against Rainer's white paw in streaks of vivid red when he rips his talons free from @Roarke's muzzle, crimson dripping hot and sticky between his toes, staining the Jarl in his sins for all to see.

Isn't it just the most handsome sight?

And therein lies the true reward of the other man's luck - in death, they shall have scars to match. Isn't an honor, to bear such resemblance to the Jarl to the Rike?

Rainer's own scarred cheek wrinkles, first with satisfaction and then agony as powerful jaws clamped around his paw before he could fully pull it away. Bloody toes spasm with electric sparks of pain as sharp fangs scrape against bone, the delicate joint creaking beneath the threat of being shattered.

He cannot allow this old mongrel to cripple him.

Painfully, his captured paw would twist as much as it could in a desperate attempt to slice sharp talons through whatever tender flesh was within reach - lips, gums, the softness of a chin. Anything would do.

Simultaneously, the Rike pushes further into the other male's space, his left forepaw raising in an attempt to shove through that fiery mane so that he could brace against the thick neck underneath while his jaws snapped towards the right side of Roarke's face. Aiming for the eyes yet again, naturally. What else? Their sunset coloring was rather pretty - beauty wasted in the skull of a man. If the Illyrian warrior wanted to take Rainer's foot, it would cost him.

He really should have considered asking the Jarl for an autograph first.

Rainer vs. @Roarke
For Death
Round 2 / 7
Hits:

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

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 15 + 1 + 10 + 9 + 18 + 4 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 4 + 17 + 16 + 11

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Beatnik Lvl 5 Perk: Gain a randomized bonus dice for a round in a fight (once per thread; random roll to gain +1 hit, dodge, or luck):

Rolling beatnik 1d15: 1
Congrats! You have earned +1 hit for your next round!

Art + Code by Dee

Ashland X'uekai

The princeling watches wide-eyed and a dreadful cold feeling builds within him as his mother is tossed into the pink boy by the large red man. She doesn't stay down, perhaps this is what keeps dread for her well-being from building as @Icefang ♔ lunges into a new fight.

The princeling watches from his hiding spot, pale eyes glued to the sight before him. The sight of his mother's white frame colliding with the larger sandy frame of the lion. Her ferocity was not unknown to the princeling, he'd seen bloody fighting already. He'd seen violence despite his youth but he still couldn't keep the horror from growing, the fear from building in his chest like a fleeing bird flapping its wings uselessly against his ribcage.

Run @Sarai he wants to scream as loudly as his lungs can muster but no sound leaves his lips. No sound escapes him as he watches the man throw his mother to the ground. Was she losing? Would they lose her?

Fear builds like ice, freezing his insides as the bird in his chest flutters terrified within him.

He'd never feared losing anyone. He wasn't sure how they could lose her, but seeing the man toss her around, seeing him standing above her. The fear of losing her was, what was, solidifying in his mind.

-Ashland is trying to hide-

Potential xp
Sleuth
+10(20) Sneak into a pride or group without getting caught
+10(20) Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)

Paladin
+5(10) Observe a fight (Temero & Icefang vs Alexander & Cassandra) & (Icefang vs Matthieu)

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It is clear she has won as his blood drips from open wounds and falls down onto her chest staining the pallid hairs a dark crimson. She manages to dodge the two paw attacks at her head, but his sudden plummeting weight down onto her hind legs traps her beneath him and only adds fuel to the fury burning inside her soul. Icefang lets out another scream, pain at the discomfort of her trapped body, but also rage that she cannot easily break away. She swings another hurricane of claws at his face attempting to slice even one talon at his throat. An attempt to fulfill her earlier decree. "Get off me!" she spits venom dripping from her words as she bares her teeth at him continuing to throw her claws as close as she can to him until he decides to be smart and remove himself from the equation, so that she can check on her daughter.

@Matthieu @Sarai @Ashland

SPEECH

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ooc: post edited to start fight

It was unbecoming of a prince to be so tardy to the party. Zagrius had waited for the brawl to be far into its course, hopeful that @Luther ♔ would not notice. As the young male steps onto the scene his green eyes roam over all the bodies, attempting to locate a target. Luther had told him that any from the Lagoon were to be attacked, so he was searching for someone that reeked of the beach. Tail flicks behind him anxiously, jaws parted to take in the flood of different smells. He lets out a roar beckoning someone to come forward and give him an excuse to sink his jaws into.

The boy continues to observe, his gaze falling onto a familiar sight @Valen another one of the Mire. The prince watches him attempt to stop a male before he is suddenly attacked by a female. Hm, looks like this was his cue to interfere. Charging forward he focuses on @Moradin deciding that there must be an important reason why Valen wanted to stop him even if this stranger did not reek of the sandy Lagoon.

Zagrius approaches from behind preparing to grab onto the lion's tail when he is faced with the odd sight of a bobbed tail? Well that is unusual, but given their height difference he decides to lean back onto his hind legs, jaws snapping in an attempt to grab Moradin at the base of his spine, Zagrius's paws also attempting to latch onto his sides with his claws.

Zagrius vs. @Moradin
For Dominance/You can't leave so soon!
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 16 + 5 + 9 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 3 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 5 + 14 + 1 + 6

SPEECH

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Her teeth do their damage, and when Isla's mouth is full of crimson does she then let go. She snakes her head back toward her body when her opponent's own jaws snap toward her front, snagging the fatty part of her cheek and ripping into it. A snarl erupts from the Queen, her body moving on its own accord as one of her right foreleg retracts its hold and attempts to swipe claws across the male's own face - tit for tat. Her hindlegs continue to move to keep her balanced, tail lashing out behind her, the adrenaline of the fight as well as the need to win pushing her forward to finish this.


isla vs @Grimm
for @Cassandra
round i ii iii
hits

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 12 + 18 + 6 + 8 + 4 + 15 + 2

dodges

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 16 + 9 + 19 + 11 + 4

luck

Rolling 6d20: 10 + 3 + 4 + 12 + 13 + 6

*Pride Tier 4: Bonus to members participating in fights in their pridelands (doubles the level 1 bonus of their master trade) - paladin
*From Heloise - Medic Sub-Master Perk: Healing expertise keeps all pride-mates in peak physical condition (+1 luck for pride-mates in fights when medic is present, once per character per thread)

ART BY NAVARRE, CODE BY DEE