He is bored, and this is the answer.

His birthday passes without fanfare, but rather than sitting around as he had been for months, Pallas decided to throw his own party. One that will hopefully end with him bloody and with a present all for himself.

The ghost arrives quietly, prowling around the arena to get a good look at it. No longer chained by rules that kept him locked up, and capable of holding his own (as far as he’s concerned), Pallas wants something - someone - to dig his claws and teeth into. The best way to get it is to call for something coveted. How about a rank, since that seems to be the next best thing he can feasibly reach?

Pallas vs. ?
For Gentry

@Pallas VS. No one FOR ANDAL OASIS GENTRY
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The ever watchful eyes of the Andalian Princess did not miss the ghostly form of her enemy as he left the red sands of the Oasis behind. Nor did the owner of said eyes waste any time in following him - if only to put her assassin skills to the test. She was growing strong and sneakier every day - it was hardly surprising that the feline had chosen this path for herself. Her body moved with ever-growing grace, the length of her strides increasing when she realised @Pallas was headed towards the Pit. What was he after? A rank, perhaps. As Victoria drew nearer, she decided against disguising herself and instead sauntered slowly into the light of the day, silver gaze fixed upon the males stance. Minutes stretched by and it seemed none would come to challenge him - a smirk grew upon the girls lips. "Do you think that nobody has challenged you because they're scared -" She cooed softly, before her brows quirked in question. "Or because you're not worth the time and effort?" It was a low blow, but Pallas was used to the insults from her by now. Her claws extended to briefly scrape the ground, wondering just how the boy might retaliate.

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He sees her, and says nothing. He waits, knowing she won’t accept his challenge, but wanting someone else to. Besides fights with his sister and sometimes Victoria, Pallas has never tasted blood. And he wants it, wants to feel the shred of flesh in his claws. Moments stretch on; no one answers the yearling’s challenge.

The princess’s presence is ignored, until she speaks, and voices the doubt that had begun to gnaw at his insides. Is she right, or is there simply no one could be fucked taking a rank for themselves? In a pride full of power-hungry beasts, Pallas can’t believe it’s the latter. So the former, then. He is not worth a fight. Not even the king bothered to show up, be it to deny Pallas the rank or to bestow it upon him, perhaps with praise for taking the initiative. He would have loved that, loved to have thrown it in Victoria’s stupid, ugly face.

It’s all he can see now, when the Tollaire turns putrid orange eyes to glare at the princess, her goading voice grating in his ears. He wants her to shut up. Blood pounds in his head, behind his eyes.

There’s no thought to the way Pallas throws himself at her; one moment he is standing and the next attempting to bodily slam into Vicotria’s chest, open jaws seeking to try to grip the side of her throat and clamp down hard on skin and fur and muscle.

Pallas v @Victoria
For Minor Maim (breaking a bone)
Round I / V
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 15 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 15 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 12 + 15 + 8 + 18

She had expected something in the way of a verbal response from the male - to tell her to get lost in the least polite way he knew or otherwise to dismiss her. She should have expected that her snide words would cause only a reaction from the Tollaire boy - he threw himself forward without preamble and Victoria had only a moment to blink before her body was moving too. He slammed into her chest, ridding her of breath for a moment and leaving a clear opening for his jaws to clamp shut on her neck. It was stupid of her really, not to be on high alert when she delivered such vitriol. A snarl erupted from black lips and she retaliated - with their chests pressed together she sought to mirror his grip, fangs aiming to clamp down on the area where his neck and shoulder met. At the same time, her right paw lifted and attempted to rake extended claws down the front of his left forelimb, to cut him to ribbons for his attack. This was not like the tussle's they had had before - she could feel it in the aggression of his body. They meant to do each other real harm - she certainly wouldn't go down quietly at least. Victoria vs @Pallas For Minor Maim (Breaking a bone) Round one of five Hits: Rolling 4d20: 4 + 2 + 1 + 17 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 10 + 2 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 17 + 19 + 18 + 8 "

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They collide, and it hurts. And Pallas loves it. He growls, a low sound ripping from his throat when his teeth sink into her flesh. Victoria retaliates, naturally, and her fangs grip his skin between tufts of growing mane; her claws shred down his leg, ripping him open. Pain spikes through him, and blood keeps pounding through his head, urging him to rip and tear the princess to bits.

He will show her just how unworthy he is.

The boy attempts to pull her by the skin in his mouth (or tear her flesh, either way) to unbalance her while her paw is up. At the same time Pallas’s other limb lifts and he attempts to slam it, claws out, into her shoulder.

Pallas v @Victoria
For Minor Maim (breaking a bone)
Round II / V
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 19 + 5 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 4 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 20 + 10 + 3 + 13

You play the part of savior

I watch you come undone

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The clash and thud of flesh and bone meeting one another is a siren song in her head. One would think perhaps that it should scare her - that she should want to avoid conflict. Afterall, it wasn't that she enjoyed the pain that seared through her as his jaws dragged and claws connected with her shoulder - it hurt and her mind and body roared with it. But on the other paw, she could not see it in herself to fold, to submit to this creature who vexed her. She would not bow and she had no intention of letting him best her, not now, not ever. Even so, his hold on her was steadfast and his tug unbalanced her.

Victoria twisted, off balance and trying hard to skitter back to keep all her paws beneath her. With a terrible wrench, she aimed to free herself from his jaws and put at least a stretch of space between them. Head to head, she aimed to slash her claws diagonally across his face, hoping to maintain the space between them and blind him at the same time.

Victoria vs @Pallas
For Minor Maim (Breaking a bone)
Round two of five
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 11 + 9 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 4 + 19 + 12

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it looks like @Victoria has gotten into a fight again. but diantha knows her sister can hold her own against older, bigger lions. she's a miroslav, so she has to be able to fight down even the toughest opponents. admittedly, diantha wishes she is on the battleground in place of victoria. she would love to get the chance to fight @Pallas and draw blood. and, hopefully, win. the tiny thing that is gnawing at her heart is hard to conceal. diantha stays quiet for now, hoping that whatever that thing is will whittle away. and it's not like victoria will be heir if she wins. father probably has his sights set on one of their brothers. a displeased smile forms on diantha's face, before she hides it behind neutrality.

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Well, this was interesting. Hecuba encouraged fighting to an extent, but she wasn't entirely certain Seneca would be pleased if her son ended up breaking his child. She didn't care for any except her own brood and wasn't about to get involved without cause, so she simply settled down onto her haunches near @Diantha. "And this is happening why?" the Tollaire asked, flicking her tail idly. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. If her son won, then good for him. If he lost, he would learn to pick himself up and move on. It was a win either way.

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His teeth seem to sink into flesh, to find a grip and hold it. He tries to maintain it even as Victoria pulls back against him, his fangs trying to rip her flesh as he refuses to be budged, countering her weight by leaning backward with his own. His back legs take most of it, bent and spread to help Pallas balance himself. He wanted her down, on the ground, beneath him where she belongs; Victoria refuses, and manages to stay upright for the most part. He hopes it costs her, he hopes she bleeds.

Her claws rip down the side of his face. That sharp pain alone loosens his grip on her scruff, and he lets go in favour of keeping his eye; he scarcely manages to avoid a claw in his eye socket, and the skin down the side of his face is sliced by her claws. Pallas doesn’t want her to get all the space she tries to get, and so the white dragon lunges forward, lifting a forepaw and attempting to bash it into the side of her face, wanting to return the same attack and wounds she had just given to him.

Pallas v @Victoria
For Minor Maim (breaking a bone)
Round III / V
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 2 + 13

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 5 + 8 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 1 + 7 + 11 + 12

You play the part of savior

I watch you come undone

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