Alizabeth wasn't prone to holding back, but she had been gauging his reaction to her initial attacks. He didn't disappointed when he pulled out all the stops.

As she realizes her attacks didn't work, his body having lifted just a bit before she made contact, the woman would try and drag her forelimbs down, claws extended the entire time - to then try and push herself off of his chest to avoid the brunt of his oncoming attacks.

Those jaws of his came at her face and Alizabeth's instinctive reaction was to swat at his face with her paw - and so she did. Midway down in her attempt to push off him, her right paw swings toward his face to try and counter his brutal facial attack, going in a downward swing toward the earth.

The other paw would attempt to land along his attacking forearm, trying to force it to the ground before it can dig in and do too much damage - talons extended for whatever damage she could muster.

This would cause her balance to falter and her body to eventually lower fully to the ground in an awkward manner, but for now she would deal with it.


Alizabeth vs. @Alaric
For Dominance
1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 5 + 11 + 7 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 12 + 9 + 3 + 11 + 13 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 15 + 19 + 6 + 3

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She is quick, he will give her that.

Before his teeth can snag her face her paw strikes out, no doubt guided by instinct and assisted by gravity (what goes up must come down, after all). Alaric is a strange beast, though, and does not shy from his attack. He continues with his strike knowing damn well her claws may shred his face -- but fine, let him bleed.

Her left leg lands on his right and he does not resist, hoping to do at least some damage as he allows his paw to be pushed back to the ground. He moves with her touch and so her claws do not pierce but merely scratch the surface -- a pain that is almost pleasurable.

With all four legs grounded he presses forward in a quick shove, dropping his left shoulder just enough to aim for the center of her chest, seeking to use his larger size to his advantage now. He attempts to slam hard, there, uncaring for any bruising he may receive in return, wanting only to knock her off balance and come out the victor.


Alaric vs. @Alizabeth
For Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 1 + 4 + 3 + 18 + 11 + 8 + 13 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 3 + 1 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 2 + 10 + 3 + 7

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Despite her attempt to dissuade him, the woman feels his teeth snap into the flesh of her cheek and she lets out a guttural growl, so strong it vibrates her chest. Blood blossoms on her white coat, standing out and quickly smearing, appearing more pink than anything.

Claws curl inwards as her paw moves down, back toward the earth, still trying to leave a mark on his face in turn. The claws at her side slice into her thick fur, leaving a trail of marks along her ribcage. They're not as deep as they could've been, but the woman still feels the pain to her core.

It absolutely thrills her. As his shoulder comes at her chest, Alizabeth's instinct was to brace, but instead she loosens her form and allows the attack to hit, letting her body fall back. The air is pushed out of her lungs at the sudden impact, a bruise already stinging her nerves. The bones themselves feel sore.

Adrenaline keeps her going, however. Inhaling a deep breath, the woman now uses her own smaller size to her advantage and ducks down below his head - mimicking a move she'd used in the past to immediately launch herself upwards, jaws parting to launch herself at him at an upward angle to try and latch onto his throat.

Alizabeth vs. @Alaric
For Dominance
1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 16 + 19 + 14 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 16 + 19 + 5 + 7 + 4 + 9 + 6

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 3 + 12 + 14 + 18

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focused on his own attack he does not dodge her claws, feeling them rake down the side of his face, blood welling in their path. he grins through his own grasp on her face, relinquishing it when they slam together again. he can feel the bruise spread over his shoulder from the impact, pulling another hiss from between his teeth.

she stumbles back and he snarls, teeth coated in her blood, a macabre image for what is a mere dominance match. it is a far cry from the one had has with others, where they had bled but not as freely. the marks she has left in his face will leave scars, he is certain, even if they are small compared to others that he wears.

and then she goes for the neck.

he does not think she would actually try to kill him, and he has some faith in the thick mane he wears, but he is not exactly comfortable with the move. displeasure rumbles in his chest (even if he admires her for her guts) and he shifts his momentum to his back legs, raising his bulk from the ground in an attempt at striking at her face with both paws to prevent her from reaching his neck. his claws are sheathed, now -- he does not wish to mangle her too much -- and it is only meant to be a deterring blow more than anything, an instinctive response to her attack.


Alaric vs. @Alizabeth
For Dominance
3/3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 10 + 16 + 9 + 5 + 3 + 13 + 11 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 8 + 16 + 19 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 12 + 1 + 4 + 6

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ALizabeth VS. Alaric FOR Dominance
— RESULTS —

Alizabeth Hits: 3 + 3 + 5 = 11
Alizabeth Dodges: 2 + 5 + 2 = 9

Alaric Hits: 3 + 4 + 4 = 11
Alaric Dodges: 3 + 0 + 2 = 5

Alizabeth Successful Hits: 6
Alaric Successful Hits: 2

ALIZABETH HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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She was on top. This fight. It was hers. She felt it in her bones and no doubt he knew it too. The woman was too fast, too fierce. That wasn't to say he didn't bring his own strengths to the fight.

He was all brute strength and viciousness and it caused the woman's skin to tingle with excitement. Alizabeth felt every wound engraved upon her skin, telling a new story. Blood soaks into the vibrancy of her white coat - painting her pink and red.

Those paws come at her and the woman darts to the left side just slightly, ducking mostly with her upper body to avoid the majority of his forepaws. They land upon her shoulder and drag down, causing her body to jerk in toward the right. That would be bruised tomorrow.

She uses those back legs to push forward even so - still going for his throat. Alizabeth wanted him to submit and this may be the only way in her current situation. Time to calm the fuck down, bucko.

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she was quick, all feminine strength and beauty in a combination he knew could be deadly. it was to be his undoing, as she ducked beneath his strike and forced his balance off. Her shove forward was the end, as the beast lost his balance. His back legs slid under him and he fell to his back, finding himself quite suddenly pinned beneath the woman with her teeth at his neck.

“You fight well,” he rumbled with approval clear in his voice. He moved suddenly, slinging his front legs up and seeking to grasp her shoulders, to pull her closer. She could end him then and there if she wanted, but he hoped she wouldn’t. “but how well do you fuck?”

Because at the end of the day he’s a needy beast and she has gotten his blood pumping.

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He praised her and Alizabeth could only smirk, teeth flashing in an all too confident manner. There was something overly cocky about her right now. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, desire and a violent passion. The desire to continue fighting until they fell into one another was almost too tempting, however, the woman felt it necessary to show him just how good she was at this particular part of her life. As @Alaric wrapped his forelimbs around her, the entirety of her body vibrated with a thrilling need. Magenta eyes glinted with a fire, the feeling erupting within her body as she pressed in against his and growled low against his throat, About to ruin you for every other fuckin' woman after me. She drawled lowly before the woman would push him back onto his back and begin to rock his entire goddamn world.

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"i dare you," he challenged, with a teasing snarl that pulled his lips from his teeth. alaric wasn't usually the type to fall beneath a woman. he was a dominant creature by nature, the type to push them down and force them to bend to his wishes. for her, though? for her he rumbled his approval and gave in to her touch, landing in the grass on his back and seeking to pull her down with him. teeth and claws would flash and he would not be gentle -- by the time the rest of the world faded away they would both be marked and wanting.

-exit via fade-

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