EDIT: Added a 'M' tag for language

"Fuck," Sabine swore under her breath after stepping into and quickly stumbling out of a deep mud puddle. The giantess was careful to feel for "dry" ground before stepping with her other paws. With a rigid and noticeably peeved stance she then paused on the other side of the puddle to assess the damage. She wiggled the toes of the mud dipped paw and felt muck move between them. Her ears slicked back in annoyance and her sightless gaze remained fixed ahead. It wasn't the mud itself that was irritating, but rather the surprise she'd felt upon realizing the ground hadn't been where she'd expected it. She hated surprises. Speaking of hate. God, she hated Spring here. She'd thought the heat of summer was bad, but this? The giantess almost couldn't wait for the heat. Sabine spent her days accidentally finding and stumbling through all kinds of muck. It was like her paws were muck puddle magnets. She didn't care about getting dirty and she barely cared about dirt between her toes, no, what she didn't like was how the muddy water made it harder to navigate. Moving water carried scent away and the depth of puddles were a mystery until she stepped into them. Sabine would concede, however, that the mud didn't hold a candle to the flooding. She'd survived that by the skin of her teeth. After scratching her forepaw against the ground a couple of times to scrape off some of the mud Sabine resumed her haughty march. She was heading to the north where the ground was hopefully not a soliquid, although how exactly she was going to cross the river this time was a mystery. Last time she'd had a companion and a shallow spot. Right now the river was probably flooding its banks.

Normally he didn't mind the mud so much, but today the constant muck was just pissing him off, setting him into a bad mood. There was just so much moisture, everywhere, and it clung to him, making him perpetually uncomfortable. He hadn't been dry or warm for days, and it was seriously chipping away at his patience, of which he had very little to begin with. Too bad everything else alive seemed to be drawn to and thrive near the swollen river, otherwise he'd just leave, but the promise of a full belly was simply too alluring. He didn't know these lands well enough to strike away from it. Winter had been hard enough, and it was hard to leave behind a sure source of food just because of a little mud.

Grumbling to himself, he paused and lifted his head. Across the water was a giant beast, stumbling along through the muck worse than he was. His paws carried him to the very edge of the river, peering across at the figure. Was that a woman? No way! His muzzle wrinkled up and he squinted to watch the behemoth for several minutes as she splashed clumsily through puddle after puddle. Why are women so incredibly stupid? he wondered bitterly as his eyes followed her. Well, he couldn't let her day go on semi-peacefully while she floundered around like that.

Claws digging into the soft riverbank, he raised himself higher on his toes, tail flicking into the air - this would be the perfect opportunity to take out his frustration, and on someone he found deserving of it, no less. "What are you, some sort of stupid amazon!?" he shouted across the river, "You can't even see your paws beneath your big fat body, can you?" Where did the fantasy, dream-world depiction of women come from, that they were petite, and fragile, and dainty? Not in this world, he was sure. And this one was just another example of how ungraceful they truly were.

She had several days worth of walking ahead of her to reach the spot she intended to cross. Sabine had an idea of where she was going. She'd followed the river one way and now she just had to follow it back. The specifics of the original journey didn't matter too much anymore; with the recent meltings and the higher water level few things felt familiar to her. One thing remained unchanged though - the river of course had not moved. All she had to do was follow it and eventually it would take her to where she wanted to be. As irked and wary as she was, never once did Sabine abandon her regal bearing. She carried herself confidently, each step seemingly sure and without fear of a puddle that was too deep. The giantess was nothing if not vain and she loathed the idea of appearing clumsy or weak. It was for that reason that she - fearful of her next step or not - carried herself with pride. A distant voice - one she would have ignored if not for the words spoken - alerted her to the presence of another. Clearly this person, whoever he was, was on other other side of the river. Was he shouting at her? He had to be. She could scent no one else. Stupid amazon? Big fat body? Sabine snorted a caustic laugh. Was he a child? He had to be for such juvenile insults. Her voice laced with a challenge she shouted back, "Come here, sweetheart, and say that to my face!" She waited a beat and then said slyly, "Unless you're afraid of this big fat amazon?" Sabine expected to earn nothing but more words from the man. In her experience only pussies used some kind of obstacle to ensure their safety while flinging insults. If he had any balls at all he'd cross the river and try again.

His black-tipped plume of a tail waved back and forth, amused as he watched the giant turn toward him. Her voice came out with a challenge, shouting back at him across the lazy but swollen river. His single, sky blue eye narrowed in defiance, and his muzzle wrinkled up at the way she demanded he come over and say it to her face. Ugh, as if he wanted to get close to her. A growl rumbled in his chest as she suggested he was afraid of her. Who did she think she was? Fucking women, always thinking they're such hot shots, he thought as his claws dug into the muddy riverbank. There was no way he was walking away from this with her thinking he was just a boy with no backbone. Not a chance. "I don't know if I want to see your face up close!" he shouted, teeth flashing, "But you can forget it if you think I'm just gonna leave quietly!"

His gaze fixed on her, he leapt into the river, unworried about the consequences. His legs cut through the water powerfully, though the current still managed to carry him downstream somewhat. It wasn't enough to take him under, and he had to be glad that at least he wasn't going to drown in front of her without getting the chance to insult her up close and personal. At last his forepaws met the opposite shore, and he pulled himself onto the muddy but solid ground. He shook the water from his now drenched coat, leaving his fur spiked in some areas, and in others flattened against his muscular frame.

Ehrgeiz marched toward the woman, his tail flicking into the air high above his back. Obsidian paws carried him until he was directly in front of her, his one-eyed glare looking her up and down before resting on those blood-red eyes. Eyes just like his filthy mother's. "Well, here I am," he rumbled, "What are you gonna do, you big, dumb amazon?" A malicious grin spread as ebony lips peeled back to reveal his fangs. Disgusted as he was, he felt a rush, like he was excited for what was to come. Was she going to strike him down? Beat him and make him shut his face? Oh he'd love to see her try, and the thought gave him a thrill.

Quite pleased with herself Sabine waited for the brute to reach her side of the river. She couldn't hear him paddling over the sound of the rushing water, nor did she hear him once his paws hit land, but the instant he shook out his coat her sightless gaze locked onto his positioning. The moment she'd realized he was on the other side of the river when he'd first shouted at her Sabine had decided she needed to get him to cross it. She herself couldn't do it without a guide, so if she wanted a chance to rip him a new asshole she'd known she would need to make him cross. What better way to get someone to do something than to challenge them to do it and then hint at their cowardice? Clearly it worked, because she could hear him stomping towards her. "Here you are," she purred back in a deceptively sweet voice. What was she going to do with him now? There were so many options! The possibilities were exciting. It had been quite some time since she'd gotten into a fight. "Oh, what am I going to do with you?" she murmured, a toothy grin on her lips. Sabine took a few steps towards him, hoping to close the distance to just a few feet while maintaining their head on positioning. "Clearly you need a lesson in manners. Don't you know yelling at strangers is rude?" Curiously - and randomly if one wasn't aware of where she was going with it - she simpered, "How do you feel about your nose?"

Ehrgeiz grinned devilishly when her voice reached his ears. It was a sickly sweet sound that truly underlined the fury within. But why didn't she look straight at him? Normally when someone was pissed at him, they looked him straight in the eye. Weird. She was just weird. He was distracted from her creepy gaze when she spoke again, seeming to gently ponder what she would do with him. He liked the way she thought about - this was going to be good, she was going to think of something really nasty to do with him. The hackles on his shoulders pricked as she got nearer, the adrenaline beginning to pulse through him just at the thought of the violence that would ensue.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I ought to work on my etiquette," he grumbled sarcastically, taking a step closer to her, getting dangerously close. He raised a brow, flicking his ears as she asked how he felt about his nose. He was confused at first, but then caught on to her game. He grinned once more, taking yet another step toward her, offering forth the left side of his muzzle and his blind side. He could feel her breath on his whiskers. "So, you're gonna teach me some manners, are you?" he taunted, peeling back his lips eagerly, "Better start with a lesson in personal space." He leaned in close, intending to make her as uncomfortable and pissed off as possible - the angrier she was, the better this was going to be.

Feinting ignorance, she simpered back playfully, ”Apology accepted; I'm so very glad you can admit you need help. That's the first step, you know.” She was pleased with this encounter so far. The man, as delightfully rude as he was, so far ranked no higher than a flitting amusement and unless his insulting capabilities rapidly evolved in the next few minutes he would never amount to anything more than that. She'd enjoy beating his ass and then she'd be on her way. Unless... Foolishly the man stepped closer, invading her space until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. Upon realizing he was within touching distance Sabine's grin widened. Something she'd found out quite early was how easy it was to misjudge distances. It was a nuisance in most cases, dangerous in others, and in a fight, well, sometimes it was the difference between winning and losing. For this reason if she wished to engage someone she usually crept closer until she was confident she could cross the remaining distance with ease or she could instigate until they attacked. ”So you're going to teach me some manners, are you?” Sabine shrugged flippantly. ”Clearly someone needs to.” Either the man wasn't too concerned with losing his nose or he was too stupid to understand that she meant to relief him of it. While the latter was entirely possible, if it was the former she didn't like the idea of wasting all that energy on a fight and not having it amount to anything. So she decided to do something else. Why not make him her bitch for awhile? Having to cater to a fat amazon's whims might give him the dose of humility he needed. And if push came to shove she could always maim him later. ”Better start with a lesson in personal space.” he grumped. Sabine, a smile still on her lips, purred back, ”What if I like you right where you are?” Without another word she lunged, aiming to maintain their head on positioning and close what little space remained between them while partially rising up on her hind legs. To do this she had to shift most of her weight to her hind legs, which were placed just over hip width apart and bent at the knee. Sabine stiffened, muscles going rigid to support her lifted forelegs, and carefully centered her weight over her knees. Her tail lifted to lay parallel to the ground and her toes splayed - moves that would hopefully better her balance. The giantess' hackles also rose to span the length and width of her back. To aid in her lunge forward the nails of her hind paws tipped downward to dig into the dirt. All of these defenses came together in a split second as she prepared for an attack. Sabine stretched her forelegs out in the hopes of sliding them across either side of the man's neck just below his jawline; left foreleg along the right side and right foreleg along the left side. Her aim was to wrap her forelegs around his neck, a move that would hopefully give her control of his head. If it all went according to plan she'd end up with her forelegs crossed at the wrists behind the base of his skull and his face pinched between her forelegs in a firm grip. Simultaneously Sabine strove to ram the entirely of her chest into the entire middle portion of her opponent's neck. She didn't have a whole lot of momentum to work with, but with his trachea possibly receiving the brunt of her attack Sabine was hoping to give him a good scare by forcefully - if briefly - restricting his airway. Sabine rotated her head to her left in preparation of a bite. As she did so her ears slicked back and her lips curled to bunched the skin along the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. While she didn't value her eyes themselves Sabine nonetheless closed them protectively. While her eyelids wouldn't do much to stop a direct hit they might save her useless eyeballs from a glancing one. The reason behind the defense was that, while useless to her, she didn't know what would happen if one or both of her eyes was struck. The last thing she needed was an eye geyser gushing blood all over the place. With her head twisted to her left Sabine then snaked her head down with gaping jaws in search of her opponent's face. She sought to bury her upper teeth into the right side of the man's forehead and her lower teeth into the left side of his forehead. The giantess was aiming - albeit blindly - for her opponent's eyes. If everything went the way she envisioned it her upper left canine would pierce his right eye with the rest of her upper teeth sinking into his brow/forehead and her lower teeth would mirror her upper ones with her lower left canine puncturing his left eye and the rest of her lower teeth sinking into his brow/forehead. She was hoping to clamp down and earn a powerful grip. And oh yes, she did hope to blind him. If he was going to be an asshole he might as well be a blind asshole. SABINE versus EHRGEIZ for FORCE CLAIM Round ONE of THREE?

The playful tone with which she replied was enough to send shivers down his spine. She accepted his apology; but not really, he knew. Ehrgeiz knew she wasn't truly playing around - well, she was, but it was a deadly game. He'd heard such a tone often enough, and every time it gave him a thrill. This was going to lead to violence. There would be blood soon. His, or hers, or both, but it didn't matter to him as long as someone bled. She spoke again with a seemingly harmless shrug. "Clearly someone has to" she said, to which he'd respond with a low, challenging growl. When she spoke one last time, he could feel her whiskers brushing his. He had only a split second to realize she had shifted her position to lunge at him, as they were so close.

He ducked (more like he flinched) just slightly to his right before she struck him, tucking his chin to protect his throat. His legs bent and tail aligned with his spine in preparation to balance himself as she flung her hefty weight at him, hackles rising angrily to create a buffer against his opponent. Her paws wrapped around his neck, just somewhat lower than intended. Rather than her paws wrapping directly behind his head, she'd gained a grip midway around his neck. The front of her chest would ram into the middle front of his neck, gagging him slightly and leaving some mild bruising. As he choked, he was only able to tilt his head slightly to his right to displace her attack to his face. Her upper left canine would dig directly into the scar tissue of his left eye socket - luckily for him, the eye had already been previously removed, though it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Normally he would growl and snarl in response to pain, but at this particular moment, he couldn't help the gurgling roar of agony that escaped him, followed by a sharp inhale. The rest of her teeth found their mark on his face and earning a solid grip, leaving moderate punctures in his left brow and cheek, causing blood to leak down his face and soak his ivory coat.

He had to retaliate. But he knew he had few options. Her grip on both his face and his neck were tight, and she was strong - there was good reason he'd called her an amazon. He shifted his weight to his hind legs, abdominal muscles tightening to strengthen his stance. His hind toes spread for balance and claws dug in for traction in the slick mud. Tucking his forelegs up against his body, he tried to lunge forward with what little momentum he could gain, attempting to slam the front portion of his chest into the front of Sabine's chest in hopes of giving her a small bruise and shoving her back just slightly. Ebony ears folding back and face scrunching up in a nasty snarl, right eye narrowing protectively, jaws parting and lips peeling back to expose his fangs, he turned his head to his left in an attempt to bite her, to try to her neck - if she still held onto his face, her teeth would drag to cause moderate lacerations, damaging the left side of his face further. His lower jaw tried to hook just under her chin on the left side of Sabine's throat, right where her jugular ran into the base of her skull, while his upper jaw sought to sink in just behind her jawline, several inches below her left ear. He hoped to leave moderate punctures that would bleed heavily and gain a grip that would force her to let go of him.

Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Force claim (fighting for his own freedom/dominance) || 1/3

A choked gasp followed by a cry of pain reached Sabine's ears as her attacks landed. Ah, the sounds of success. It was a pity that she'd only managed to sink a tooth into one of his eyes, but perhaps she'd have better luck next time. The eye socket she'd managed to hook didn't feel quite right, and while she didn't know what to make of it, there wasn't time to ponder the weirdness of it. Her upright positioning was precarious but with the holds she'd achieved Sabine was willing to risk it. Even with her balance easily influenced by her opponent the giantess believed she still had the upper hand. It was for that reason that she attempted to keep her grip on Ehrgeiz's face while worsening the damage by biting down harder and violently thrashing her head from side to side. In doing this she hoped that her upper left canine would drive deeper into her opponent's left eye socket while the remainder of her teeth, which would hopefully still be embedded in his left brow and upper left cheek, would do irreversible harm to his facial muscles. [counter to Ehrgeiz's bite; see notes below for reasoning] Sabine also wished to keep her grip on his neck. The placement of her forelegs wasn't where she'd originally hoped, but by holding onto her opponent Sabine would hopefully be able to steady herself and somewhat make up for her two-legged stance. Ehrgeiz's movements had resulted in her originally gaining a hold around the midway point of his neck and it was there that Sabine wished to keep her forelegs. Nothing changed; she hoped her left foreleg maintained its positioning on the right side of his neck and her right foreleg maintained its positioning on the left side of his neck with her forepaws crossed at the wrist behind his neck. Ehrgeiz shoved forward into the middle of Sabine's chest and forced the giantess to back up a single step with each hind paw to counteract the shove and keep herself upright. A mild bruise would later blossom along the point of contact. Sabine sought immediate retaliation. She slammed forward and downward, hoping her height and weight advantage would aid her in bullying her opponent to the ground (either straight down or over backwards depending on how his balance was with his forelegs tucked against his chest) as she not only sought to shove him, but drop her weight onto him. The giantess was hoping the entirety of her chest would once again strike the entire middle portion of Ehrgeiz's neck. In addition to shoving him to the ground Sabine was once again hoping to choke the brute by pressing on his trachea. Now more than ever Sabine's balance was crucial to her success. It was for this reason that she made sure to do all that was necessary to remain balanced. Her knees remained bent just enough to add a springy looseness to the joints, her paws were still placed slightly wider than hip width apart, her hind toes were splayed and her nails stretched downward to cling to the dirt. Sabine kept her tail parallel to the ground, her muscles tensed and her back held ramrod straight. Her hackles remained bristled and continued to occupy the length and width of her back. In case he managed to break free Sabine kept her ears flattened, her eyes closed and her lips curled to bunch the skin along her muzzle and around her eyes. SABINE versus EHRGEIZ for FORCE CLAIM Round TWO of THREE NOTE: I've listed Sabine's attempt to keep her bite/worsen the damage as a counter because if she's successful in keeping her grip, the thrashing of her head would likely disrupt Ehrgeiz's attempt to bite.

His attempt to drive his fangs into her was halted, as the power of her jaws clamped harder onto his face. Her upper left canine pierced deeper into his left eye socket, while her other teeth dug deeper into his left brow and cheek. The punctures were severe, and if that wasn't bad enough, she began to shake her head, thrashing his face. Her teeth dug into the muscles, leaving moderate lacerations - the left side of his face would surely be weakened for a long time to come, if not permanently. Damn this ugly wench! he thought, enraged and in pain, She's way too strong! How was he going to get away? Her forelegs seemed to tighten around his neck, preventing him from backing out of her grip.

The only thing he'd been able to do was leave her with a mild bruise on her chest, and she quickly retaliated. She slammed forward into the front of his neck again, causing moderate bruising and making him choke and cough, barely able to catch his breath. All he could do was try to keep himself grounded. With knees bent and hind legs evenly apart, his toes splayed and claws digging into the mud, he'd try to keep upright but with the force of her entire body slamming into him, he couldn't keep his hind paws from sliding back in the muddy ground. Ehrgeiz slipped suddenly, coming down on his knees - he untucked his forepaws and caught himself before crashing down onto his chest, though it was close, the underside of his forelegs touching the ground. The force of his fall would at last dislodge Sabine's grip on his face, but he was still trapped beneath her weight, her paws now at the back of his neck, pressing down on him.

Now what? With blood soaking his face, he could hardly open his right eye. He couldn't see what he was doing. He'd just have to aim for whatever seemed the closest. Trying to push himself up and forward using his forepaws, his head would snake forward and to his right. He aimed to get close enough to strike her, jaws parting wide. With his teeth he would hope to grab a hold of the skin at the front of her chest where her left foreleg connected with the chest. If he was lucky, he'd leave moderate punctures and gain a grip that he could make worse later - that was, if she didn't rip him apart first. Growling with frustration, he wanted to do more but he could not contest with her strength, nor the weight bearing down on him.

All that was left for him now was to reset the rest of his defenses. His ears remained tucked, muzzle wrinkled in an ugly snarl that revealed all of his teeth, his good eye narrowed for further protection. His abdominal muscles tensed to maintain his positioning, shoulders rolling forward, he bunched up his scruff protectively, hackles remaining on end. His tail tucked defensively, and he'd try to distribute his weight evenly on his forepaws, toes splayed and claws digging into the ground, while his hind legs struggled in the mud.

Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Freedom || Round 2/3

Success. Oh, it was a glorious, glorious feeling. Nevermind the stinging across her chest that made it quite clear that what had been mild bruising was now moderate because of the chest slam; her opponent was crumbling beneath her. She could handle a little bruising. Quite suddenly the slick mud wrested control from her opponent and sent them both crashing to the ground. The sudden fall jolted her jaws loose and forced Sabine to release her grip on Ehrgeiz's neck so she could salvage her balance. She quickly placed her forepaws on the ground and slunk down into a low crouch with her paws placed slightly wider than hip and shoulder width apart, her toes splayed and her nails sunk into the mud for added traction. Her tail, which had windmill'd behind her as she fell forward, rose to once again lay on the same plane as her spine. With the mud as slick as it was Sabine was careful to center her weight; a move that would hopefully aid her balance. She remained tensed, her back held straight and rigid, and her hackles still stood on end. Sabine lowered her head so that it was level with her spine, a move that brought the entirety of her spinal column into alignment. She also tucked her chin slightly and rolled her shoulders forward to bunch the skin around her throat. With her control over the brute lost she now found herself in a precarious position – one she had no intention of allowing him to exploit. Her ears remained slicked back and her eyes closed. Her opponent lunged forward suddenly, his quick movements catching Sabine by surprise and earning him the grip he desired. A searing pain lanced through her like a white hot knife as Ehrgeiz's teeth sunk into the skin of her chest/front of her shoulder just above the crook of her left elbow. The moderate puncture wounds hurt like a bitch and suddenly Sabine didn't find the brute quite so amusing. Now she was angry. Before she'd been having fun, she'd enjoyed their banter and the sweet feeling of superiority as he aimed childish insults at her. Now she simply wanted him to suffer. After shifting the bulk of her weight to her hind legs Sabine briefly lifted her forepaws off the ground as she sought to move them inwards (towards one another) and down on top of the forelegs of her opponent. Given their positioning she knew his legs had to be either bent in a very low crouch or laying on the ground if she'd managed to crumble him completely. Either way, there had to be a fair amount of surface area for her to strike at. She was hoping her left forepaw would land on top of the exact center of his right foreleg and her right forepaw on top of the exact center of his left foreleg. Sabine hoped to pin each foreleg to the ground so that her future bites - and oh, were they coming - would be inescapable. Piece by piece she was going to tear him apart. With a guttural roar Sabine lunged downwards with open jaws as she sought to grab her opponent by the scruff. She sought to place her lower teeth on top of his spine and directly behind the base of his skull, and her upper teeth about six inches lower and also on top of his spine. The giantess intended to slam her jaws shut – hopefully achieving an iron grip – and thrash her head from side to side. She intended to put everything she had into the brutal battering of her opponent; to yank him off his paws and shake him like a ragdoll. She wanted him to feel completely helpless in her grasp, to realize the futility of his efforts and to fully understand just how fucked he truly was. SABINE versus EHRGEIZ for FORCE CLAIM Round THREE of THREE

Violence exploded between the two wolves, and pure rage. He had finally grabbed a hold of her, and now she was retaliating. Ehrgeiz could feel the intense fury radiating off of her as his teeth pierced her skin. If he'd thought she was angry before, now she was really pissed. Her paws slammed down on both of his forelegs as intended, and her jaws clamped onto his scruff, her lower jaw at the back of his skull, her upper jaw several inches down her spine, and a large clump of fur and flesh caught in her teeth - the punctures were only mild for now, but she'd gained a hold, and he was sure she was about to make things much worse for him. The smaller brute would hold tight to the grip he'd managed to attain, and began thrashing as soon as she did. He pulled back, his jaws firmly clamped, pulling like it was a game of tug-o-war, tossing his head back and forth as he hoped to inflict greater damage upon her - he hoped to deepen the punctures and create moderate lacerations at the front of her left foreleg/chest where he'd gained a hold.

His scruff stretched as he did so - luckily, there was a lot of skin to work with, however, as she pulled and thrashed, the wounds began to grow, the punctures deepening to moderate, and her teeth began to tear moderate lacerations as well, until blood was spilling down both sides of his scruff. Ehrgeiz snarled furiously, though the sound began to mix with a gurgled laughter, a sound that seemed rather sinister. Her blood was upon his tongue, and his own fur, upon his face and scruff, was soaked in the red liquid. The agony of his wounds had morphed into a dull ache now as the adrenaline worked through his veins, allowing him to toss fear to the wind as he fought.

However, his defenses would still remain intact, ears folded against the back of his skull, his good eye closed protectively, since the blood running over it had blinded him anyways, he might as well not even try to see through it. His lips were curled back, exposing all of his teeth and causing the skin around his face to wrinkle up in a protective layer. His hackles remained on end, creating a thick buffer between his skin and his opponent's fangs. His legs were parted evenly, distributing his weight to each limb for good balance, toes splayed and claws digging into the mud for better traction. His tail was tucked tightly under his belly to keep it protected, as well as cover his underside, abdominal muscles crunching tightly as he continued his assault.

Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Freedom || 3/3

SABINE vs EHRGEIZ for OWNERSHIP/FREEDOM ROUND ONE Sabine CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen Total: 10 DEFENSES Weight distributed, legs spread, legs bent, tail aligned with spine, toes spread, hackles raised, claws dug in ground, ears pinned, lips snarling, eyes closed. Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 leg wrap + 2 chest slam + severity + 5 bite + grip + maim attempt Total: 9 INJURIES - First round! Total: 10 Total for Round One: 49/50 Ehrgeiz CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen Total: 10 DEFENSES Chin tucked, legs bent, tail aligned with spine, hackles raised, weight even, toes spread, claws in ground, ears pinned, eye narrowed. Total: 9 ATTACK + 1 chest slam + 4 bite + grip Total: 5 INJURIES - First round! (Mild bruise on neck) (Moderate punctures) Total: 10 Total for Round One: 45/50 ROUND TWO SABINE CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen Total: 10 DEFENSES Legs bent, legs spread, toes spread, tail aligned with spine, hackles raised, nails in ground, ears pinned, eyes closed, lips snarling. Total: 9 ATTACK + 5 bite + grip + maim attempt + 2 chest slam + severity Total: 7 INJURIES - 1 Mild bruise on chest Total: 9 Total for Round Two: 45/50 Ehrgeiz CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen Total: 10 DEFENSES Eye narrowed, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, tail tucked, weight distributed, toes spread, claws in ground, legs bent, legs spread. Total: 9 ATTACK + 4 bite + grip Total: 4 INJURIES - 4 Severe punctures to left side of face - 3 moderate lacerations to left side of face - 2 moderate bruising to neck Total: 1 Total for Round Two: 34/50 ROUND THREE Sabine CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - “...hopefully achieving an iron grip – and thrash her head from side to side.” Conditional -2 Total: 8 DEFENSES Legs spread, toes spread, claws in ground, tail aligned with spine, weight distributed, hackles raised, head aligned with spine, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, ears pinned, eyes closed. Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 paw slam + 4 bite + grip Total: 6 INJURIES - 2 moderate bruise to chest - 3 moderate punctures to chest Total: 5 Total for Round Three: 39/50 Ehrgeiz CLARITY - All clear Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen Total: 10 DEFENSES Ears pinned, eye closed, lips snarling, hackles raised, legs spread, toes spread, claws in ground, tail tucked. Total: 8 ATTACK + 5 bite + grip + worsening damage Total: 5 INJURIES - 3 moderate puncture wounds to scruff - 3 moderate lacerations to scruff Total: 6 Total for Round Three: 39/50 Totals: Sabine 49/50 + 45/50 + 39/50 = 133/150 Ehrgeiz 45/50 + 34/50 + 39/50 = 118/150 And the winner is... Sabine Ehrgeiz must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and now belongs to Sabine. Damage: Sabine - Moderate bruise will take 5 OOC days to heal - Moderate lacerations will take 1 OOC week to heal Ehrgeiz - All mild bruising will take 3 OOC days to heal - All moderate punctures/lacerations will take 1 OOC week to heal - All moderate bruising will take 5 OOC days to heal - Severe punctures will take 2 OOC weeks to heal Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): LAZULI Nothing to mention! SHADOWED Once again, you really surprised me here! Your one downfall was taking a lot of damage, but you didn't give up even when he fell over. I applaud you, you really are a good fighter! Keep up the good work, and try to throw a more variety of attacks in. I know that because of his positioning it was hard though. - By [Evelyn]