SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
Victory is hers once more, as she had known it would be. She defeats her opponent, jaws crushing down around the throat, the opening which Virgil had been awaiting. Strength sits within her blood and bones, and with swift justice she prevails. Perhaps for a moment there is the temptation to go further, to clamp down and refuse release. Alas, she had already decided she would not kill the ebon.
She steps back once her victory is assured, waiting for Katja to rouse. She hopes that the woman will begin to move, for she has a few choice words. Once Virgil thinks she is conscious, the golden woman begins to speak. ?I had every intent to kill you. I could have just now if I had wanted. I was going to rip your legs off one by one, then go for your eyes, your tongue, until you were nothing but a body upon the ground,? she says. It had been her plan, Katja?s punishment for taking out her aggression upon children who did not deserve it.
?But I am not like you. While you may deserve such a fate, there are some children who are very dear to me. Children whom I have wronged, who would be devastated by your death,? she says. She refers, of course, to the Xanilovs. They may despise her, but it does not stop her from acting in their favor. ?You gave me no choice. You had no right to do this to my children, my children who are innocent of any of my crimes,? she snarls. ?If you dare claim my children again, if you come even close to breathing on them, I will have far less restraint than I do now,? she says.
Her gaze then falls upon the traitor, the one who had been fighting her aunt Natalya (Chryseis). A distance relative, one who needed to be quelled. ?What is your name, and from whose loins do you come from?? she inquires. She does not remember this woman all that well, and her hackles raise in dominance. Virgil has a plan, and should this woman not submit, she will feel its wrath.
Silently he would watch as Yfir was taken. A pack so young, barely refined and having not yet made a name for themselves -- despite Katja's strength and relentlessness, it didn't come as much of a surprise that greedy paws were already groping for power here. Hidden from sight, Kapras?us would watch in awe as the battle unfolded, eying the heretic with distaste as she finally conquered his cousin. Oh, the reign of the Finnvis had just begun; and it wouldn't end quite so quickly, despite what this stranger thought. A snarl would escape the tawny male's lips as he slid from his cover silently. He wouldn't have dared leave Katja to this fight alone, though he hadn't dared interrupt it.
"You may have won," he hissed, slinking low to the grow as he approached her, eyes full of flame as he eyed Virgil with unease. Paws carried his slender frame forward slowly, hackles raising along his spine as he made to protect his cousin's unconscious form. "But someday, when you feel you are safe, when you feel as though you have evaded all the wrongs you have done, you ought to sleep with one eye open," he would began, a soft trickle of laughter beginning to escape his parted jaws. "For I pray to the Aesir that they send a dragr to you, to haunt your dreams, to devour you limb from limb, to feast upon your blood and pick their teeth with your bones. " A wide grin would replace the snarl that once curled his lips, obvious mania beginning to gleam in his wide gaze. If she did not suffer at his own paws, he was certain she would be punished by the gods themselves, but it was his duty to enact their law whenever possible.
"Perhaps I may have a taste myself... " He was not afraid of Virgil, nor was he afraid of blood or of pain. The mere possibility of feeling her cringe beneath his jaws would help him endure nearly anything. This woman had made herself an enemy of the Finnvi family and their gods, and he felt an insatiable anger growing inside of him now. Tongue would slither from his mouth to lick his lips, coating them with saliva as he sized her up, bristling as his body longed to bleed and to retaliate with all the strength he could muster. "Does your blood taste as sweet as I think it might, H?ndin?"
ROUND 0 / ? - MAIM for jaw fracture
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WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.
The battle reached its final, bloody conclusion. D?gmar's attention had swiftly abandoned the oddly colored wolves in favor of the spectacle before her eyes. The golden woman and the black woman locked in battle, shredding into each other. They were both evenly matched, exchanging violent blows until finally the golden Olympian emerged victorious. There was no doubt in D?gmar's mind though that if Katja had not lost consciousness the battle would have continued until one or both of the combatants was dead.
D?gmar watched the going ons for a moment more before turning to Laufey and muttering quietly. "Come Laufey, we have places to be." With that she turned to leave. As much fun as it would be to finally have her spar with the golden goddess she was not terribly thrilled of being in a "family" pack. She'd be denied the virtue of her skills in favor of the virtue of blood. It was a completely different value system and one she had little interest parading around in. She was certain she'd have the chance to do battle with the other woman, she just had to be patient. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the captive healer before she shrugged and turned away. Let the fluffball do what he wanted she had other matters to attend to.
Exit D?gmar
?I do not care what has happened between you and Katja,? he scoffed, his voice mocking and amused at the same time. ?Should I applaud you for giving her time to heal?? His gaze was entertained as she readied herself for the fight, shifting her pose to protect herself from an impending attack. ?I do not care about fairness, woman,? he explained matter-of-factly, cocking a brow as he studied her, his brilliant emerald gaze intense. His hackles would raise in defiance, his voice steady as he spoke. ?I am a viking. I only care about blood.? Perhaps a more honorable man would?ve given her a chance to heal from her wounds before challenging her again, but the Finnvis were not known for their outstanding character. Katja was, perhaps quite humorously, the most honorable of them all.
With that he would shift his stance, head dipping to the earth as it fell even with his shoulders. His head would tuck to his chest slightly, aiming to protect the vulnerable parts of his throat. Kapras?us would mirror her stance, his limbs spreading as he let his weight settle evenly on all four paws. Toes would spread, flexing lightly as they sought to gain traction on the earth below as his shoulders rolled forward to ensure a fully defensive position.
With no more than a brief warning she began to rush forward, closing the short distance that separated them (note: we agreed on three feet). She came toward him directly head-on. His ears flattened against his skull, the skin on his muzzle furrowing and his eyes narrowing sharply. He would also bare his teeth, snarling silently at his opponent. His tail would lash out behind him as his opponent rushed toward him with fervor that could not be denied. His instinct was to duck to the side, but as he aimed to shift to his own right, he watched as she shifted slightly to the left ? failing to avoid her right shoulder attack, wincing as it landed squarely with the center of his chest. A moderate bruise began to bloom over the muscle there, a sharp pain that slowly ebbed into a general soreness throughout his chest. The pain was real, but not debilitating, and immediately he felt adrenaline began to course through his veins as the fight unraveled.
Her body would lower suddenly to the ground, aiming to duck beneath his head, coming from his right side. His reactions were nearly instantaneous as he sees her ducking lower, unwilling to let her reach his throat so easily. Quickly he would aim to tilt his own head slightly dowward, tucking it toward his chest to refuse her easy access to his throat that she so badly craved. With a loud snarl he would aim to counter the attack she had aimed at his throat, his own jaws parting as he sought to lean forward and grasp Virgil?s muzzle in his own. His upper jaw would aim to land perpendicular atop her snout, coming at her from her right side, while his lower jaw would aim to grasp beneath her lower jaw. An injury was visible on her snout already, and he would attempt to use the force of his jaws to crush her own jaws, wanting her to suffer and to bleed as Katja already had.
As she lifted her front left limb up, aiming to knock him off balance by swiping at the outer part of his own front right leg, he would aim to rear up on his back legs ? adjusting his full weight to those two paws, his tail shifting upward to balance himself fully ? to avoid her trip attempt. His muzzle still tipped downward, wanting badly to protect his throat, hoping that his height advantage will give full strength to his attempted counter attack, wanting to push her to the earth and crush her snout and jaws between his own.
Despite what Virgil thought, he was not trying to make up for wrongs he thought she had done; he did not care for vengeance, but instead was suddenly aroused by the thought of tasting this woman?s blood and of bleeding himself, for his family and for his gods. His suffering would be rewarded, and if lucky, perhaps he could maim this woman in the process. If not, alas ? he knew by fighting for the deities he worshipped that he was winning, no matter the outcome of the fight.
KAPRA vs VIRGIL
ROUND 1 / 2 - MAIM for jaw fracture
(Note Kapra is trying to counter Virgil?s main attack.)
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WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.