There was a blur of commotion that almost blurred past Ashmedai. His excitement peaked, much like a pup on their first hunt. He hadn't seen this many wolves in one place in ages. That one girl Cael was talking to him, and Rhys, and Kanja. All his favorite ladies. Chaos squeezed away, but the chaos stayed.

Oh yeah and Pyralis was there- adding to the list of favorite ladies. Did Ash have any male friends? He was either the worlds best chick magnet or they all thought he was the token gay.

With every infraction, Ash would start placing bets with Rhys and Kanja, leaving the option for Cael to join, but she was and Abaven wolf so, who knew.

Speaking of Abaven wolves. What. A. Mess! Ash was here for it, taking it all in. He loved every second of it. The polite alpha Shaye came in all screaming banshee and her adorable guard dogs stood down.

Oh hello, what, Rhyme was fucking his cousin? HOOOOLY FUCK. Ashmedai couldn't contain his hyena like laughter. Rhyme didn't help matters by saying it was only once.

"ONLY ONCE?!" Ashmedai cackled. He couldn't breathe. Of course a destruction would fuck their cousin. He could have screamed. He paw was beating the ground. He refrained from saying more only because he didn't want to make Rhys or Valen upset. Family respect and shit.

Also FINALLY Tyranis showed up- which didn't surprise Ash given the male had always been wishy washy at best. He came in all blood covered and crazy.

"Maybe he oughta lay off the drugs, huh?" Ash joked to those around him. Oh shit, God Fart turned him the fuck down and continued to fight the scab dude. AMAZING!

All too soon the fight was over and Ash was out of breath from all the drama he was busy laughing at and yelling about. He was glad he came. Ten out of ten did not regret.

NEPHTHYS vs RA for MAIM ROUND ONE Nephthys: WRITING 8/10 for Power Play: If/Than Statements -1 “If/When the woman was within striking distance of her opponent...” General -1 Nowhere in the previous posts is it mentioned that there is 10 meters between her and her opponent. Barring that, for this to work I would have needed an OOC note stating it was the agreed upon distance between you and your opponent. 8/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 Neph's opponent is 6” taller than her; if her chin is tucked and her head is lowered how can she reach the center-right of Ra's neck? -1 “Simultaneously, unhinged jaws would attempt to snake towards the left (POV) of her opponent’s throat, muzzle hopefully angled in towards the center of his right-sided (Nephthys’s left) neck as...” This line is a bit unwieldy. There's three mentions of whose left or right we're talking about in one sentence and it makes it difficult to follow. My suggestion for the future would be to ditch the 'POV' and simply say it's Neph's left. 6/10 for Attacks: +2 for shoulder throw +1 for severity +3 for bite 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for raised hackles +1 for battle stance +1 for legs bent 10/10 for Injuries: list injuries (even first round, deductions beginning second) Status 9/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +5 Expert Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? N Unhealed fight status? N Nephthys’ round one total: 51/62 Ra: WRITING 8/10 for Power Play: Godmoding -1 “She did not lock her jaws tight and sever the tendon.” Her aim was to do just that, so I've deducted a point here for powerplaying. If/Than Statements -1 “If his grab for her earring succeeded he  attempted to start to rip her ear by pulling the ring through the skin of her ear.” 7/10 for Clarity: Damage -1 what is the severity of the bruising to his shoulder? -1 “Surely he soon felt the burst of pain as her teeth closed on his lower neck.” She was aiming for the center of the right side of his neck. What caused her to miss her intended target? -1 How severe is the bite wound on his neck? 1/10 for Attacks: +1 for earring pull 1/5 for Defenses: +1 for weight distributed evenly 10/10 for Injuries: Moderate bruising to shoulder (severity assigned by judge) Moderate bite wound to neck (severity assigned by judge) Status 4/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Fighter +1 Beginner Intellectual 4/5 for Health: Pack member? n Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Ra’s round one total: 35/62 ROUND TWO Nephthys: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: Attempts -1 “...she maintained her grip...” This should have been attempted. 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 you didn't specific if she's using her front or back right paw. -1 “...attempted sweeping motion with her right paw from the inside of his left front ankle and to her right...” The wording here is a bit tricky. I'm not sure if she's hoping to strike the inside of his right front ankle or if you're just trying to make it known she's sweeping from between his front paws outwards towards her right. Damage -1 How severe is the bruise on her shoulder? -1 How severe is the damage to her ear? 3/10 for Attacks: +2 for bite/head shake +1 for paw sweep 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for widened stance +1 for tail up for balance +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for bent legs +1 for raised hackles 8/10 for Injuries: -1 for moderate bruising to shoulder (damage assigned by judge) -1 for minor tear to ear (damage assigned by judge) Status 9/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +5 Expert Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? N Unhealed fight status? N Nephthys' round two total: 45/62 Ra: WRITING 7/10 for Power Play: If/Than Statements -1 “If, on the other hand she loosened her grip on his throat he would attempt to...” -1 “If she did cling on he would use the fact she was stretching up on three legs to push her over on the right. He could then attempt to slam her head onto the floor.” General -1 “...the angle meant that her teeth had sunk into the layer of fatty tissue and not into his sternomastoideus muscle.” This should have been stated in the last round since the original bite took place there. I'm going to count it as a minor powerplay this round as it feels like an attempt to circumvent damage. 0/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 More information is needed on Ra's jump. Where is he jumping to? Is his aim to go over Neph? To the side? Is he simply jumping up? -1 How is he going to try to push Nephthys over? -1 how is he going to slam Nephthys' head on the ground? -2 “...his abdominal area landing on her neck.” Where on her neck? What part of his abdomen? -1 what kind of damage is he hoping to inflict in this post? Positioning -1 You mentioned twice in this post that Neph has a hold of his throat, but that contradicts other statements in this post and your last one. -1 “...he would use the fact she was stretching up on three legs to push her over on the right.” Ra's right or Neph's? Movements -1 how is he using his tail to control his balance? -1 what happened to Neph's attempt to trip Ra? If you dodged it completely you need to say so. Remember, judges can't assume anything! Damage -2 what happened to Neph's bite attack? What (if any) new damage did he take from her attempts to worsen his wound? 2/10 for Attacks: +2 for jump attack ?/5 for Defenses: None seen 7/10 for Injuries: -3 Severe bite wound to neck (damage assigned by judge) Status 4/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Fighter +1 Beginner Intellectual 4/5 for Health: Pack member? n Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Ra’s round two total: 24/62 ROUND THREE Nephthys: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: General -1 “...leaping forward his right pad collided with her left temple.” In Ra's last post there was no mention of him using his paws in an attack. If you asked for clarity from his player you need to make an OOC note somewhere in your post saying so. 0/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 how can she be reaching out to bite while tucking her chin and lowering her head? Be aware of how defenses and attacks work (or don't!) together. Positioning -1 “...weight evenly distributing across all limbs that managed to be grounded...” This is a bit vague. Which ones are grounded? To minimize your chances of being misunderstood it's better to state these things plainly instead of assuming your opponent (or judge) will later note that Neph is kicking off with her back paws and thus assume only the back ones are grounded. -2 I would have liked to see more info about Nephthys' L/T positioning. Stating where she hopes to be in relation to Ra would have made a big difference clarity-wise. So if her goal was to line the center of her chest (this is just an example) up with the outside of his right shoulder, stating it like I just did would have been a cleaner, more straightforward way of getting your point across. -1 “...leaping forward his right pad collided with her left temple.” Fore or hind right pad? Movements -1 for excessive movement. She's moving around to make an L or T shape plus setting all her defenses plus diving under Ra all while he's presumably still in the air. -1 “...the woman’s hind legs tensed and sought to propel her forwards.” Is this a jump? A lunge forward? -1 “However she did not see the push...” What push? Damage -1 “What (if any) damage did Nephthys take from the paw strike? Even if none was taken you need to make a note of it so I know it wasn't forgotten.” -1 “Claws lost their initial landing due to his push...” Does this mean they hit their target but slipped? 4/10 for Attacks: +3 for bite +1 for maim attempt 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for raised hackles +1 for widened stance +1 for legs bent 9/10 for Injuries: -1 minor bruising to temple (damage assigned by judge) Status 9/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +5 Expert Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? N Unhealed fight status? N Nephthys' round three total: 41/62 Ra: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: Attempts -1 “...reaching for her face...” This should have been attempted. 2/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “...he lashed forward with his right claw...” Is this his right front paw? -1 Which eye is Ra attacking? -1 What damage is he hoping for in the claw attack? -1 Where on her left pectoral muscle is he trying to bite? It's a fairly large area. Positioning -1 “He turned his body to the right...” Whose right? -1 more info is needed about Ra's turn to the right. What is his hoped for positioning? Is his whole body turning? -1 “...lowered his rear to prevent her attacking his rear limb.” Is he sitting or crouching? Movements Damage -1 more info is needed about the bite to his left front leg. Is it a tear? Puncture wounds? How severe is it? 5/10 for Attacks: +2 claw attack +3 for bite 0/5 for Defenses: None seen 8/10 for Injuries: -2 moderate bite wound to left foreleg (damage assigned by judge) Status 4/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Fighter +1 Beginner Intellectual 4/5 for Health: Pack member? n Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Ra’s round three total: 32/62 Totals: Nephthys: 137/186 Ra: 91/186 And the winner is... Nephthys! Ra must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Nephthys' maim attempt was succesful. Damage: Both: All bruising – 4 ooc days Minor flesh wounds – 1 ooc week Moderate flesh wounds – 2 ooc weeks Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For both: My notes are in the deductions above! Please don't be discouraged; our tier one fight system is tricky! My advice would be that if you find yourself in a tier one fight again try to be succinct in your posts. Write plainly and clearly, and don't leave anything up to the imagination. You want your descriptions of what your characters are doing to be detailed and precise because what might seem obvious to you might not be obvious to the reader. - By Lazuli

Discussed with PieterVanD to have the first post afterJudging. Powerplay approved and discussed with Pieter.

Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there, wondering, fearing...

Like Icarus, Ra flew too close to the sun. The male thought he was invincible until the wax melted from his wings and . At first, it was drip by drip. He was too busy enjoying his battle to even notice. The bronze Goddess thought that pride does that, it blinded him to his own demise. Before he knew it he was crashing down toward the angry sea. And he had the injuries to prove that. Needless to say , she had a few injuries of her own, her ear had a rupture and several bruises covered her slender, feline-like bodice, however that was nothing compared to his own. His were almost fatal.

Fiery lenses washes over his frame. Pathetic. she panted, rolling her shoulder blades backwards in order to make her seem bigger than he already was. Teacups paws carried her towards the dishonorable man that laid face-first in the dirt and blood they provided. The King of Kings, the God of Gods. venom, potent toxicity escaped her succulent, dark lips as she towered over the beast. Look at you now. she swept her pad across the ground only to throw more dirt at his frame. Make no mistake, fallen one, your crown belongs to me. the toxicity levels rose high, adding gasoline to the flame, she felt her blood boil within her veins as she stared down at her own blood, at the man from whos seeds she came from.

Fiery orange lenses came clashing on to her aunt, Amunet, the old hag that she fought with and defeated her when she was a yearling. Oh, how the tides turned now. How did it felt? To see her enemy victorious? To see the man you love laying in the dirt as he deserves to be. To see him crumble into nothing? A smirk played at the corned of her full lips as she started at the bitch, registering her movements and every single facial expression because she will remember this moment. Amunet. she tasted the bitch name on her serpent tongue before she lifted her right front limb above Ra's front left ankle. It all came crashing down, she will break it, smash it; for a moment she thought she could actually hear the bone fissuring under the pressure, under the strenght.

She stood there for a mere moment before she leand her crown backwards to release a most beautiful and heart breaking howl, melodious and harmonious as her every sonnates. A song that screamed victory. Heavy is the crown that I have taken. her gaze never left the two of them. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel is the name of your Pharaoh. her tail would tower towards the sky, excessively long, similar to four normal tail, radiating dominance over the Earth and its inhabitants. Teacups paws where places one next to the others, straightening her back; regality, elegance radiated from every fiber of her being. She dreamed of this moment ever since she was a child, to see the man that abandoned her laying in the mud at her mercy. Goddess of Death and Harbinger of Souls. she offered with a sadistic smirk that would made Satan crawl in inferiority. Remember it. I shall come after you next. she locked her gaze with her aunt, Amunet. A promise, a threat, she may take it as she want but it was something certain. She will bring all of them down. All of the have-been and build and army of her own.

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To think that the male would be caught in one of these events. He was off in the distance, not having a care in the world. His eyes scanned at the various appearances of wolves who happened to either be spectating or handling their own issues. Luckily he was rather new here and didn't have many scuffles with some of the wolves here. However, his eyes happened to look upon further examination and found his now known sister battling the man who brought his own living Hell into existence a year ago. His eyes narrowed as his heart raced, wishing he would be able to tear every single limb from the sun's body. To think he called himself a God and yet left his own life and blood behind so he could make some more poor souls who had to endure the same fate as he and his own half-siblings. However, he knew Nephthys was a strong individual, she wouldn't lose to such a low-life that seemed to crawl out of filth and waste. He moved a little closer to spectate, his amber optics never leaving the fight that his sister had to endure. The older male happened to do some of his own damage to her, but not as much as Thys did to him. He looked absolutely pathetic staying there in the mud and grime, and also having a forever mark left on one of the children he scarred. He would love to add some more injuries to him, but he left it at that since he was a bit more merciful, despite everything he had to deal with. Nephthys made their point across and that was enough for him. But, upon further examination, he saw that his sister had lost her earring. His orbs shifted left and right trying to find the lost piece of jewelry, giving a small smile to himself when he happened to find the lost object. He gently caressed the item with his canines and approached his sister when the dame was finished with whatever she needed to get off her chest. He bowed respectfully to his sister, knowing her dominance and how he showed respect when he was young, even if it was something she considered respectful. He looked over the wounds she sustained, his orbs showing sympathy before looking to Ra, his eyes showing pure hatred towards him for doing such a thing to his own flesh and blood, even if they were nothing but pawns in his own little game. He gave a small nuzzle to his sibling, showing any form of comfort he could towards her before revealing the earring to her, holding onto it until she was ready for it again. Thoughts

Amunet watched, unflinching. Her dark chocolate gaze unwavering from the sun her world had once revolved around. Watched as he spun, dizzyingly, out of orbit. She could taste the memory of the bastard child's blood on her tongue, feel the energy of her victory thrill through her, even as she watched Ra fail in overcoming a single one of his demons. She didn't move, did not cry out, hardly blinked as she watched the man she'd once been enamoured with implode under his own hubris.

She did not flinch when the mutant snapped Ra's leg beneath its weight, nor did she rush to his side. Her face was cold, hard, empty of all the naive love and adoration she'd once held for him.

The freak spoke, claiming a title it could never hold and Amunet had to laugh as an empty, weak threat fell from its lips. "You and you're siblings are not Ithuriel, lay claim to an empty crown if you wish. Become Pharoah over a whole army of worthless bastards but you can never claim our spot among the heavens. The only truth you speak is that the man before you is pharaoh no more." She lifted herself slowly onto her paws, her tone even but strong as she spoke. There was no anger anymore, only authority.

"Do not presume that because you bested an old, impotent man that you are anything special. Unlike him I've not forgotten where my worth is, I've not let myself become weak for want of fucking." She turned tail, leaving her brother to wallow in the mud, let his bastard kill him for all she cared. Then she paused, tossing the last of her words over her shoulder.

"I bested you once and will do so again, freak." Then she left. Her head held high, claiming within herself her rightful spot as the true pharaoh of the last of the Ithuriel line.

-exit Amunet-

"Sweet little lies"

Pain – its just a trick of the mind. Sometimes you can channel it, some times you can own it, sometimes you can use it. A stimulant to keep you sharp. The pain Ra felt now was different. Sickening, fearful, dangerous. Something begging him to shut his eyes and rest. Just for a moment. And if he did that – the shadow of death. Its claws would be into him deeper than the wounds Nephthys had caused him. He could not let his body fall into that gentle sleep of Elyssium. But the pain. His snapped bone hurt like nothing he had experienced before. Pain that he could not shut out. Like something shouting in his head. Like nothing else could happen while this pain existed. Most times he felt like he was in control. Now this pain was chasing him out of his own body. And yet that was not the worst of it. Face down in the dust. And listening to the words of defeat. The sound of his own devils teeth spawn telling him he was finished. Nephthys words were sharper than any dagger. He feared to lift his head from the dirt as he knew the sight of her victorious would be too painful to bear. He was in no position to argue. His fur now matted with congealing blood from his neck. Leg shattered and broken. It would be enough of a battle just to stand, dignity could be too much to stand. And there was Amunet too. He had not cared for her feelings so many times. But this defeat at the hands of a woman who Amunet had defeated – it meant Amunet no longer cared. To be treated as, as … nothing by her hurt as well. He raised himself up on his front legs, and instantly slumped forward, his shattered bone was useless. He took one step forward, limping on. No choice but to submit. But maybe he could have a last word. I salute you Pharaoh. King lead your people now. And lead them well. Pharaohs fall as well you know. Deserts are full of ancient statues to forgotten kings. I submit to you my spawn. But now I must leave. Ra stumbled and tripped, shuffling away from this bloody place. He would return. Not tomorrow. Not next week. But he would return. It is your time now pharaoh . words of a god words of ramses

ARCHON vs HANNIBAL for FORCE CLAIM ROUND ONE Archon: WRITING 7/10 for Power Play: Attempts -1 “Archon launched himself at his opponent head on.” This should have been attempted. -1 “He would wait until the last minute to divert himself slightly to his right.” The “until the last minute” Is what got you in trouble here. You're assuming Archon makes it that far unchallenged. Realism -1 If their left shoulders are lined up for a strike how can Archon reach all the way around Hannibal's neck to grab his spine from his (Archon's) left? Even though there is a sizable height difference I don't think Archon's neck is flexible enough to make this possible. 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “...would be enough to fracture some of the toes.” Which toes? -1 What part of his shoulder is he using to strike Hannibal? -1 What part of Hannibal's shoulder is he hoping to strike? -1 “Archon intended to encompass the spine with his lower teeth on the left of the spine and the top teeth on the right...” Whose left and right? 9/10 for Attacks: +1 for paw stomp +1 for severity +2 for shoulder throw +1 for severity +3 for bite +1 for severity 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for tail raised +1 for hackles raised +1 for pinned ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for widened stance 10/10 for Injuries: None Status 8/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +4 Advanced Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Band member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Archon’s round one total: 50/62 Hannibal: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 2/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “In an instant Hannibal attempted to force his body upward and slightly to the right.” Whose right? -1 What kind of moderate damage is he hoping to inflict upon Archon's throat? Is he crushing the windpipe? Bruising the muscle? Bursting blood vessels? Positioning -1 “This time he moved from Hannibal's left to Hannibal's right.” Only Archon's head has moved to Hannibal's right. Damage -1 How severe is the damage to Hannibal's left shoulder? -1 How severe is the damage to his toe? -1 “Archon's lower jaw was able to make purchase just below his upper jaws.” Typo? -1 How severe is the bite wound on his back? Realism -1 Because Archon's bite is successful, his head is a little too far back over Hannibal's shoulder for Hannibal to reasonably be able to strike him in the throat just below the jaw. For this counter attack to have worked you would have had to make the attack attempt and instead of accepting damage made an OOC note saying it was a counter. For this to have worked as a “regular” attack Hannibal would have had to strike lower on Archon's neck. 2/10 for Attacks: +2 for headbutt 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for raised hackles +1 for tail raised +1 for weight distributed 10/10 for Injuries: Severe bruising to left shoulder + sprain (damage assigned by judge) Severe bruising to toe + sprain (damage assigned by judge) Moderate bite wound to upper back Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round one total: 42/62 ROUND TWO Archon: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: Realism -1 Hannibal's goal was to raise his head sharply and cause moderate damage, and for that reason I have a hard time believing Archon escaped without any harm at all simply because of his height. 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 What part of Hannibal's foreleg is he trying to hook? -1 “...sought to bite and grip the right side of Hannibal's skill where the base of the ear met the skull.” The whole base of the ear is on the right side of his head, so is he biting the right side of Hannibal's face above his jaw? Above Hannibal's right eye? Just above the base of his skull? -1 What part of his chest is he using to shove Hannibal? -1 Where is he wanting his shove to land? 6/10 for Attacks: +1 for paw swipe +2 for close quarters shove +3 for bite 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for tail raised +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for ears flattened +1 for raised hackles +1 for furrowed brow 9/10 for Injuries: -1 for light bruising to throat (damage assigned by judge) Status 8/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +4 Advanced Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Band member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Archon’s round two total: 48/62 Hannibal: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 2/10 for Clarity: Attack -1 if they are chest to chest and actively shoving one another how can Hannibal bite Archon's chest? -1 what part of his chest is he using to shove Archon? Positioning -1 Archon is actively shoving Hannibal in the chest, how can Hannibal stumble forward enough to change their positioning without ducking under Archon? -1 “Hannibal's head was also lowered to align with his spine.” With their current positioning (chest to chest, actively shoving) there's no room for Hannibal to do this. Damage -1 “There was a tiny twinge of pain where Archon's paw made contact with Hannibal's leg but what really brought forth pain was the amount of pressure he had to put on his left leg in order to catch himself.” You mention pain a lot but what I as a judge need to know is what damage was done. Did Archon's paw leave a bruise? Was additional damage done to Hannibal's left foreleg and shoulder? -1 what kind of damage did Hannibal take from Archon's bite? -1 how severe is the bruising to Hannibal's chest? -1 where on his chest did Archon's chest strike? If he made contact with the whole chest you need to say so 4/10 for Attacks: +1 for shove +3 for bite 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for ears flattened +1 for hackles raised +1 for weight distributed +1 for legs bent 6/10 for Injuries: -1 for light bruising to left foreleg (damage assigned by judge) -2 for moderate bite wound to back of neck (damage assigned by judge) -1 for light bruising to whole upper chest (severity assigned by judge) Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round two total: 40/62 ROUND THREE Archon: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 7/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 what part of his chest is he using in his attack? Damage -1 how severe is the bite to his shoulder? -1 where on his chest are bruises forming? 4/10 for Attacks: +1 for shove +3 for bite +1 for severity 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for tucked tail +1 for raised hackles +1 for eyes narrowed +1 for ears flattened +1 for weight centered 7/10 for Injuries: -2 moderate bite wound to shoulder (damage assigned by judge) -1 bruising to chest Status 8/12 for Experience: +4 Advanced Navigator +4 Advanced Intellectual 5/5 for Health: Band member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Archon’s round three total: 46/62 Hannibal: WRITING 8/10 for Power Play: -1 “Hannibal was able to latch onto Archon's right portion of Pectoralis muscles where the right humorous and right shoulder blade met.” That's not where your opponent had the bite land. -1 “The albino attempted to further sink his incisors into Archon's flesh at right portion of Pectoralis muscles where the right humorous and right shoulder blade meet by flexing his jaw muscles.” Same as above. 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 what part of his chest is he using against Archon? -1 where on Archon's chest is he trying to strike? Damage -1 where on Hannibal's chest is the bone deep bruising? -1 how severe is the bite wound to his neck now? 4/10 for Attacks: +3 for bite +1 for shove 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for flattened ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for tail raised +1 for hackles raised +1 for weight distributed 6/10 for Injuries: -3 for severe bite wound to back of neck (severity assigned by judge) -1 for severe bruising to chest Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Yes Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round three total: 42/62 Totals: Archon: 144/186 Hannibal: 124/186 And the winner is... ARCHON! Hannibal must give up by either submitting or passing out and now belongs to Archon. Damage: Archon: All bruising – 3 ooc days Moderate bite wound to neck/chest – 1 ooc week Hannibal: All bruising – 3 ooc days Severely sprained shoulder/ and toe – 2 ooc week Moderate bite wound to upper back – 1 ooc week Severe bite wound to back of neck – 2 ooc weeks Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For Iko: While I definitely appreciate the simplicity of your posts you do need to work on being more specific. Little things such as specifying whose right or left and where exactly your character is aiming make a huge difference in clarity. You did get into a bit of trouble with powerplaying in the first round – check out the deductions I made there as I made sure to list why you were losing points. For Kara: You did really well with powerplay! I was also pleased to see how you handled taking damage. Most people will go out of their way to avoid it and do all sorts of contortions in the process, and your realistic approach was refreshing. You did have quite a bit of trouble with clarity. A good place to start would be to streamline your posts. You don't have to be clinical and bland, but you should definitely aim to be succinct. As for specific problems, most of my notes for you are in the deductions above! For both: Good fight, guys! - By Lazuli

ooc: thanks for being a great opponent iko and ty Laz for judging! Im also giving members of the Fallen Band permission to pp assisting Hannibal out of the battlefield if it comes to it! Obviously he wont be able to walk well rn.

Rippling growls and sputtering blood filled the air. Two heft Wolves fought brilliantly but one would soon come to victory. Adrenaline kept the smaller Wolf going as they danced but not before long the blood loss and severity of his wounds were getting the best of him. If it weren't for his family the beast would have fought to his death. It went against every fiber in his form to even consider being at the whim of this delusional behemoth. Blood dripped down his intoxicatingly pale bodice only making him look more ghastly. Fleshy bits were tone and his front left leg trembling in pain. The odds were against him going into the fight. Archon was a massive male and Hannibal was rather rusty. Yet, there were no excuses for his short comings. The albino should have been more quick on his feat rather then allowing Archon to get over him like that. All of this would mean it was time for him to face the consequences. Archon shoved Hannibal and put enough pressure to where the albino's front legs bent and his form toppled to the ground. Eyes shut as his belly hit earth and audible pain filled groans were emitted. It was the first time on record the male had been bested and it was not the fact that he lost the fight that irked him. But, the fact that was being plucked from his comfortable position in Erovrare to be someones bitch boy. That someone being some weirdo holy roller. He felt the stares of judgement pouring into his bloodied back but honestly he didn't allow himself to dwell on the loss. Hannibal had the balls to fight when his alpha did not. Tyranis watched as Archon tore into his pack members flesh. The Klein did all he could and in his core that is what mattered. If his family did not respect him for his efforts he did not want any part of their judgement. Eyes finally opened as he stared upward at his former opponent. Hannibal couldn't even fathom standing to carry on. That was that, his belly was on the earth and that was where he would remain until someone assisted him up. If they did at all. Who knows this could have just been Archon's attempt at proving a point and nothing less. Or would Erovrare's alpha challenge Archon for Hannibal? There were countless options but Hannibal barely had the energy to think. He hoped Nephthys was alright, he had noticed her fight and wasn't aware of much else. If she were smart she'd run home and take care of their offspring. With the little energy Hannibal had and his breathing slowing, "Ive been bested." Perhaps it was his honor speaking but thats all he could sputter forth as blood painted his cranium. speech action

-pp approved by Laz and Kara-

All too soon the fight was over. His opponent crumbled before him and Archon stood victorious. His eyes scanned sharply over the gathering, everything still so vivid from the pumping adrenaline. Eventually his eyes landed on Obi and Circe. He gestured towards Hannibal and Obi wasted no time in hauling the bloodied man onto Circe's shoulders.

"We will tend to him once we are away," Archon murmured to Obi and Circe. "This man is the key to the shrine."

The victor looked among the crowd once more, debating on what to say. He decided now was not the time to speak. They had seen his power- God's power in action. That was enough... for now.

Archon turned to leave, gesturing for his crew to leave with him and their new bargaining chip.

-exit Archon and co-

Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there, wondering, fearing...

As soon as Ra and Amunet vanished from her sight her attention returned on the matter at hand and certain enough she had seen the phantom fall. The bronze mistress felt that she hid her emotions from the world, that her position at Hannibal right side demanded a look of complete confidence and control. She wept internally. In the moment Hannibal hit the ground her world collapsed - where there was light with her victory became shadows, the pain coming and going like waves on frigid sand. Though her mind called out for him the connection was gone... she knew what this meant, he was gone... and finally she knew that her time to be alone had come, for how long she did not know. The crowd that surrounded them was a river sweeping her away to a cruel reality. She watched  his interaction, wanting him to turn flash that cocky, semi-hateful grin and gesture for her to follow but it never came. He was theirs now but she had other things to worry about no.

Fiery orange jewels turned towards the crowd. Hannibal can take care of himself, he wil be alright but there were others that needed her more. No matter how much she wanted to bare her murderous canines, how much she wanted to tear into the others, her priorities screamed at her mind. Her pups needed her more than Hannibal. He will understand and if not, so be it. There was one place she needed to be more than at Hannibal side and that was near their spawns; they required the protection as their Kingdom began to crumble. It did not take long for the bronze mistress to turn on her heels and slither away through the, hopefully, distracted crowd. With luck she will make it without being seen and for that she had to hurry.

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She was preocupied with the demon king but not enough that she was not aware of the fights that seemed to escalate over the time that passed. With her peripheral vision she noticed that the serpent Jekyll pointed out for her was also engaged in a battle of sorts with a sand lupine but that was of little importance to her. Instead, her eyes remained trained on her brother and she had seen his fall. Her very presence exemplified the epitome of sadness. Her moral compass had once again lead her heart to the depth of darkness and this time she had lost her own brother once more. She sank deeper and deeper in the infinite darkness. She longed for hope that perched in the soul and sang the tune without words. But she was sure that this was worse than chilling lands the spider witch encountered. A sliver of light flickered when they first reuinited many adays ago and she eagerly reached out to capture what once was lost but found that it slipt through fingers like sand being sifted in a sieve once again. A sharp, broken sob pierced the air as she screamed and clawed her front right limb until it bled when Hannibal was took away. Her mind could no longer find solace in this place and shame erupted within her bones when there was nothing she could do. Her tail subconciously, feebly reached out, yearning for Hannibal warmth but he was no longer. It was useless. She closed her eyes and heaved her last thought as the darkness consumed her. The spectacle was over. They had lost. It was time for them to retreat and she made her point across Jekyll, softly touching his side with her tail as a sign as she made her way within the shadows she came from. exitus black widow