He is disappointed as he always was when a fight didn’t go his way, departing from the elder male with heaving sides and blood-dampened skin. Thankfully, neither of them wear injuries all too serious, and Violarum forces a halfhearted nod of agreement in @Seraphiel ‘s direction upon his good sportsmanship. Violarum was a sore loser. Always was, always would be.

With wounded pride the clay beast returns to the sidelines to avoid any judgemental eye contact and lick forlornly at his wounds, doing his utmost to appear as if he didn’t care. Though the truth was perhaps painfully evident.

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this will never end cause i want more

Amidst the yowling and the yelping and the snarling might of twisted bodies and tangled teeth, there is some disappointment stirring in him as he watches, watches, and winces for the sheer lack of brutality. Iron is in the air - there it drips from a small cut, here it tinges the corner of one's lips. But there is not enough to sate the desolate, hungry being that he is. And so, his mouth watering, he runs his tongue across his fangs, having had his fill of spectatorship. "Well enough, brother." he grumbles with a sigh as certain fights draw to an end between contenders panting and bruised, but whole and hearted (if not hurt by another definition). Most are good sports, though he casts an amused eye over one in particular that scowls, seemingly chewed out of a victory. Gauthier is one for knowledge and the broadening of wisdom, but it is difficult for him to stead at the sidelines steeled. So he turns back against the path he has worn here, off to find another means to curb his appetite.

exit.
+10 observe a fight (ursula vs alizabeth)
+10 observe a fight (ragna vs calhoun)
+10 observe a fight (kazimir vs morrigan)
double exp via calypso

It was not long before chaos erupted, and Alaric watched with hungry eyes. He longed to jump in to the fray, to be a part of spilling the blood to water the thirsty pit, but he held himself in check. It was a tournament, for fun, and far be it from him to ruin such a thing. He watches, first, as the coordinator of the event jumps in to battle with the white woman. The Sigrun from the lagoon -- a woman who he loathes on basis of name alone. Roan and Calypso, then, both vaguely familiar faces but he cares little for the outcome. It does not surprise him, though, when the male emerges the victor, and he cannot help but smirk as the woman falls. No matter that it had been a casual fight -- he is pleased all the same. A male calls for an opponent that does not come, and then a woman goes head to head with a bear-like man. Instinctively Alaric roots for the male, for Kazimir, and he watches the fights with brief glances. He is irritated to see Saga fell her opponent, and flexes his claws against the earth with the urge to fight her himself. It would be a glorious and bloody battle, he was certain. He watches Roan defeat the female, and then the woman Morrigan defeat her opponent. A curl to his lips is the only indication of his displeasure. More fights errupt and he wonders how they will all end... -exit to watch more- +10 Observe a fight (Saga vs Arjana) +10 Observe a fight (Roan vs. Calypso) +10 Observe a fight (Morrigan vs Kazimir)

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Jafar had watched and waited long enough, many of the fights having closed out and finished with their winners and losers backing off respectfully. A part of him might have willed himself to get into the pit to test his own mettle but something had told him that he wasn't quite invited. That was fine if only for the matter that he had been able to spectate and learn from their moves and countermoves. Deliberating on if they made smart moves or dumb moves and if they were utilizing their size with the correct moveset. It left him wanting for more, of course, so he decided to take his leave and see if he could find someone at home to take him up on a friendly spar. exit jafar.

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The fights were beginning to wind down, and Seraphiel would take his leave to sit back and watch the conclusions of the rest and fight anyone else who wished for a friendly bout. It had been interesting, this gathering, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last of its kind. One could learn quite a bit just from watching others fight, he noted. If nothing else, he now knew that there were many who enjoyed sparring, and that he shouldn't worry about whether or not he would be able to find a match whenever he wanted one.

Seraphiel moved back to the edge of the arena to take a seat and clean himself up slightly, not that he was particularly worried about his appearance.

-exit seraphiel-

+20 Spy on another pride or family’s event
+20 Remain undetected in a large thread (5+ characters)
+10 Observe a fight (Saga vs. Arjana)


The two women continued to battle it out, but Erna's gaze was solely on the chimera wench. She trails her movements and imagines that she was in Arjana's place. hat would she do? How would she swing? Where will she aim? Her teeth want nothing but to sink into the Sigrun's jugular and tear it out. To kill and maim the undeserving creature.

Saga rises victorious. Erna's eyes sweep onto Odhgrimm, who continues to battle oh so close to the enemy. Has her brother gone soft? Or perhaps he was pretending. She's seen enough. Erna slinked back into the shadows and towards their hideout.

exit

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With everything that was going on around her, it was near impossible for her to focus on multiple things at once. Eyes switched from one fight to the next and then to the next, arguably not quite sure what was going on but making sure to double down on looking at the countless wounds that everyone was acquiring. Listing off the medicines in her head that she would need to be able to help one or any of these lions. Ultimately becoming fixated on Calypso's fight because it was one of the few lions that she actually felt a connection with. But also becoming fixated on Arjana's fight. She didn't recognize the male that Calypso fought or the female that Arjana fought but ultimately rooting for both women regardless. Moving slightly with each land that hit, reflexing on the punches and throws, while looking to see their opponents attacks so that she might be able to heal up the women afterwards. Once the fight ended it seemed that neither side she was rooting for won but it had been very close and, she believed, that this was meant to be training so in the end both won. They both got the exercise and training in to let a little steam out. That could be good for keeping things in balance. So Madelina hurried off to see if she could find some quick medicines in the area so that she could return and see if anyone would allow her to tend to them.

+10 - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (Arjana vs. Saga) (during calypso's double xp)
+10 - Attend a spar or challenge to assess the wounds (Calypso vs. Roan) (during calypso's double xp)

madelina exits.

table by sentinel / lion + forest

With her own fight done and the next round not one she will be partaking in the orange faced lady chuffed cheerfully at those still fighting. Cheering on everyone she watched as fights dueled it out. Thankful for the sportsmanship that was being displayed here today. Even though she didn’t win and wouldn’t be taking home any of the yums pooled well that was ok. She was still pleased with the turnout for the tournament. As the fights started to finish and those who’s fights where done went to get some healing or some rest she noticed a few leave and let out a small hum. Taking leave herself she got up to collect the stones used to randomize the fighters.

-exit-

❝

This is the start of how it all ever ends. They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.

⚓︎ah, so close and yet so far.

calypso knew she was done for, herself caving beneath the larger bulk of the male. with a step back she conceded, tipping her head in his direction. "well fought, aye?" because what more could she say? it was all for fun, and she cared little for the loss. well, that was a lie, but she wasn't going to dwell on it at least.

she bid her opponent farewell and turned her attention to the rest of the fights. she would stay until they were over and then make her way back to the cay, eager for a good nights rest.

-exit-

novi

Roan stepped back from his opponent when it became clear that he had won the fight. "Yeah, you, too." There didn't seem to be any hard feelings. It was all in good fun, right? The Hodari wasn't one to gloat, at least. With a firm nod given towards his opponent, the masked man would step out of the way while the rest of the fights finished up.

Roan lingered a while long, but when it didn't seem like the next round was going to happen anytime soon, the mauve lion decided to take his leave eventually. Maybe they would get called back together and the winners of the first round could be matched up again. For now, he was content to have participated at all in the first place. It was a nice idea and nice outlet, but the king still had other duties to attend to.

exit Roan

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