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Her fangs find purchase but Lucette knows that victory is not assured yet. The dog fights with the savagery of a beast protecting her pack. There are no words between the women, not that it was likely either would have listened to the other. There is only their bodies grappling, and though Lucy knows she will walk away from this beach bloodied, she does not intend to make any victory against her easy. Giving up her hold, Lucette intends to tear into the flesh of the other woman just as fangs ripped across her own. She feels them slash her neck, the dog going for whatever she can grab, and Lucette mimics the action, aiming for the woman’s side, back, anything within that general vicinity she can grab. Growls come from beneath her as Ink snaps and swipes toward the woman’s forelegs while risking tangling herself up in Lucette’s own. One of them would have to yield and break away from the other, but which women would that be?

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Lucette vs Jael for Maim (Side Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Naval Dirk
Defensive Battle Accessory: Battle Bag
Companion 1: Kodkod, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Viper, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Healer & Advanced Navigator

"Speech," 'Thought.'

One by one Ethne wolves had trickled in and begun their fights, and Alexander had hung back. Not out of cowardice, no, but to size up their opponents before jumping into the fray. The Raiders are savage, meeting his packmates blow for blow. The male draws in a sharp breath, frustration rising within him. He sees Hay fall, a low growl bubbling in his throat. He does not know the girl personally, but from her description can only assume she will have business with his mother. That was Bellamy’s fight, and he, now that he had an idea of how these wolves were, had chosen his opponent out of one of the other two standing by.

He charges toward the male with the mohawk, seemingly distracted by the battle of a red man (who he can only assume is his mother’s nemesis Ignis - who else had a coat of blood like that?) and he hopes to use that temporary distraction to his advantage. He moves silently, his hawk, Keeneye moving ahead to serve as a distraction. The bird gives a cry as she dive bomb’s the wolf’s face and Alexander comes barreling in with his left shoulder thrust forward. He attempts to ram the other male, fangs tossed toward his opponent’s face as he tries to get his fangs on the flesh of Diablo’s muzzle tear into the flesh and add to the scars already on his face.

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Alexander vs Diablo for Maim (Muzzle Scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: Over one year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Hawk, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Badger, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Elongated Mane - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter

"Speech," 'Thought.'

He feels his fangs slice through the skin of her cheek. Gil knows everything there is about the feeling of pride, but knowing he’s done some damage to his daughter’s adversary incites that all too familiar feeling. Unwilling to give up, he had to beat her now. There would be no going back even as her teeth sink back into his neck. A wound that would heal unlike the mental one she had given Siduri.

As Bellamy pushes back, Gil digs deep. His hind paws bracing against the sand, spreading slightly as he grips his front legs tighter around her shoulders. Seeking to land a gripping bite right behind her cheek, beneath her ear, Gil is determined. At the last moment, he summons as much strength as he has left and twists harshly to the right. He aims to throw her off her own balance and slam her into the sand.

Gilgamesh vs Bellamy for Minor Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold chainmail cuirass
Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal spines - Defensive
Mutation 2: Tufted deer fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Blessed

And the winner is...

IGNIS

BAE-SYL must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Ignis' maim is successful. Totals: IGNIS: Attack Roll: 72 Defense Roll: 66 Agility Roll: 49 Perception Roll: 71 Total: 258 Attack[72] + 105% Bonus[75.60]: 147.60 Defense[66] + 15% Bonus[9.90]: 75.90 Agility[49] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 49.00 Perception[71] + 10% Bonus[7.10]: 78.10 Total[350.60] + 35% Bonus[122.71]: 473.31 BAE-SYL: Your luck has been increased! Attack Roll: 81 Defense Roll: 94 Agility Roll: 89 Perception Roll: 51 Total: 315 Attack[81] + 40% Bonus[32.40]: 113.40 Defense[94] + 15% Bonus[14.10]: 108.10 Agility[89] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 89.00 Perception[51] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 51.00 Total[361.50] + 25% Bonus[90.38]: 451.88

There had already been a knot of dread in his gut as they approached the Raider's borders so it was only reaffirming his suspicions that this wasn't entirely a great idea when the rainbow-marked girl from the previous raid tossed some of their chickens out in front of them. He had no strong affection or attachment to the birds or any of the animals that the pack cared for, but he knew his sister did and that certainly set the tone for the fights ahead. He stood back at the fringes as the fighting kicked off, ears pinned back with unease and uncertainty as a frown creased his features. The more often he was put in these situations the more certain he was that he despised the senseless violence and the fighting that ultimately could have been avoided.

Regardless, he was loyal to a fault to his sister and there was no turning back now that things were this far gone. Many of the wolves on both sides clashed and he was left with his emerald gaze scanning the crowd, trying to make sense of it all. He didn't want to wait for an opponent to find him like last time so when he finally spotted a larger female with antlers through the clusters of fighting he drew a steadying breath and forced himself into the fray. He knew that if he hesitated or second guessed at all he would let himself turn back so instead he charged forward, running right toward his chosen opponent. While she was taller than him by several inches, there wasn't a drastic difference in their height. Still, she seemed to be more heavily built than he was so he decided to lean into that fact and try to keep light on his feet, dodging to the side just as he was about to ram into her shoulder. Instead, he ducked to the right and lunged forward to try and bite at the front of her thigh. He kept his tail tucked out of the way so it couldn't be a target as he moved past her, keeping his legs bent slightly as he went to stay nimble.

"Dorian"

Dorian vs Rivin for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Companion 1: Stoat - Male, Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Healer

Rexx felt his sharp check gain purchase as the she-wolf buckled from the impact, but she quickly recovered and whipped around to sink her teeth into his shoulder. Rexx cringed as teeth prickled uncomfortably into his left shoulder, but he quickly wrenched free from her jaws, never minding the blood trickling down his shoulder as he did so. Now facing her more towards her front, Rexx aimed to swing his jaw upwards towards her face, aiming to jab his left unbroken tusk into her left cheek. It wouldn’t scar, most likely, but a nasty cut would do. Ah hell, his eye caught a glance at some of the other combatants around him — was that a fucking polar bear in their midst? Rexx vs Nova for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Balanced Mutation 1: Tusks - Offensive Mutation 2: Crystal Spine Spikes - Defensive Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Navigator "speech"

He was highly focused on the fight between his dad and the Ethne bastard. It had been a while since he'd seen his dad in action, and he didn't often get that chance during a raid because he was usually tied up in a fight himself. But this time, he had the opportunity to watch, and he felt anticipation and a guttural growl slip up his throat as he watched his dad tear away his opponents ear, a clear victory in its own right. "Did you see that!?" He exclaimed, his own fur bristling with the excitement of having watched the fight. By the time his attention turned back to his sister, he realized someone was coming after her, with him almost getting caught in the fray. "Oh shit!" He moved away a little to give her room, considering jumping in just for the hell of it, when his dogs barking took his attention away.

The Dobermans drew his attention upward for a moment where he spotted a hawk dive bombing him. Snarling, he snapped at the bird of prey before drawing his head down, offering his prickly mohawk to the bird so it'd end up potentially grabbing that instead. By the time he saw someone other than the bird rushing for him, it was too late. A male about the same height as him slammed into him, knocking the breath out of the horned hellhound. A loud groan escaped him on impact as he struggled for a few moments to try and regain his breath, though he hardly had time before teeth flew toward his face. Instinctively, he turned his head the other way, hoping he'd at least clip the other males face with his horn before while his pawhand reached for the male's throat in an effort to wrap his claws around his throat to keep his opponents teeth at bay.

Diablo vs Alexander for Maim: Neck scarring
Round: 1/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, 25"
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, 25"
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

Fighting someone with tusk was a new experience for the yearling, it was like fighting a little elephant or so she wanted to give the common trait. Blood poured down her back leg, but it wasn't that serious or so she wanted to believe. Ears pinned on her skull, her jaws managed to catch his shoulder, hoping this would give him a lesson. But it was of course too soon to celebrate, for he wrenched free of her bite, leaving a wound as a result on the boy's fresh. But well, after what they did to her aunt she felt no need to feel compassion of these savages. Then he moved his head upwards, aiming his tusk at her cheek. She tried to move her head away but wasn't fast enough to fully dodge the blow, as the tip of the tusk pierced her cheek, not deep or anything but still enough to cause bleeding and itchy pain. In retaliation wanting to use his rose head to her advantage, she aimed to lower her head twisting it to have her jaws open up horizontally as she attempted to wrap her jaws around the bottom of his neck(Near the chest).

Nova vs Rexx for spar
Round 2/2
Age: +1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Defensive Battle Accessory: Santa Coat
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty:

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Rivin had been content to just stand with her brother and observe the fight that their father was in. But, in doing so, she relaxed herself somewhat… at least until she caught sandy fur coming in her direction. Emerald gaze flicked over to him, lips peeling up in a snarl. The age of the boy, being close to her… Saga’s little brother, perhaps? This caused her lips to turn up in a grin. Okay fine, so maybe she wouldn’t leave him with something to remember her by, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to kick his ass! Even if she liked Saga, these wolves were here as enemies of the Raiders, and her loyalty to her pack came before her feelings for one of Ethne’s members.

The male, Dorian, would duck suddenly to her right, rushing past Diablo as he made his move. As he went to bite her thigh, his fangs slicing through the front of her thigh, Rivin moved to push forward with her front half while simultaneously swinging her back end to the left and away from her opponent who would probably want to attack it again. She swung her fangs towards the male to chomp down on his rump… toward the back. The attack was made with purpose - both to do some damage and, perhaps, make him embarrassed about a girl biting so close to his ass. No one said all attacks had to be solely physical!

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Rivin vs Dorian for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over one year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather leg wraps
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Deer Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Expert Healer & Master Fighter

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Keeneye’s attack was successful, the hawk wheeling upward the moment the man turned his mohawk up toward her. Alexander would slam into the man, succeeding in winding him, and making himself stagger from impact. His opponent’s horn slashed his cheek as Alex turned his head away to attempt further damage from horns or fangs. But by the time he got his eyes back on his opponent, Diablo had his dexterous paws wrapped around his throat. Alexander’s eyes went wide with surprise as he shifted his weight onto his back legs and moved his forelegs onto Diablo’s own. Alex snarled, teeth bared at the other man. He couldn’t do much when he was at bay like this, luckily his badger, Song, was charging forward and braving the man’s dogs as she sought to bite into one of his exposed ankles. Hopefully the shock would be enough to get him to let Alex go!

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Alexander vs Diablo for Maim (Muzzle Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over one year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Hawk, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Badger, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Elongated Mane - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter

"Speech," 'Thought.'

And the winner is...

Dagrún

Flurry must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Dagrún: Attack Roll: 86 Defense Roll: 7 Agility Roll: 27 Perception Roll: 60 Total: 180 Attack[86] + 50% Bonus[43.00]: 129.00 Defense[7] + 15% Bonus[1.05]: 8.05 Agility[27] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 27.00 Perception[60] + 65% Bonus[39.00]: 99.00 Total[263.05] + 35% Bonus[92.07]: 355.12 Flurry: Attack Roll: 45 Defense Roll: 20 Agility Roll: 24 Perception Roll: 7 Total: 96 Attack[45] + 25% Bonus[11.25]: 56.25 Defense[20] + 5% Bonus[1.00]: 21.00 Agility[24] + 5% Bonus[1.20]: 25.20 Perception[7] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 7.00 Total[109.45] + 30% Bonus[32.84]: 142.28

And the winner is...

Tarnish

Jericho must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Tarnish: Attack Roll: 5 Defense Roll: 41 Agility Roll: 55 Perception Roll: 71 Total: 172 Attack[5] + 70% Bonus[3.50]: 8.50 Defense[41] + 25% Bonus[10.25]: 51.25 Agility[55] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 55.00 Perception[71] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 71.00 Total[185.75] + 65% Bonus[120.74]: 306.49 Jericho: Attack Roll: 46 Defense Roll: 18 Agility Roll: 70 Perception Roll: 1 Total: 135 Attack[46] + 25% Bonus[11.50]: 57.50 Defense[18] + 15% Bonus[2.70]: 20.70 Agility[70] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 70.00 Perception[1] + 20% Bonus[0.20]: 1.20 Total[149.40] + 20% Bonus[29.88]: 179.28

And the winner is...

Kenway

Saga must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Kenway: Attack Roll: 63 Defense Roll: 83 Agility Roll: 82 Perception Roll: 57 Total: 285 Attack[63] + 18% Bonus[11.34]: 74.34 Defense[83] + 28% Bonus[23.24]: 106.24 Agility[82] + 18% Bonus[14.76]: 96.76 Perception[57] + 23% Bonus[13.11]: 70.11 Total[347.45] + 35% Bonus[121.61]: 469.06 Saga: Attack Roll: 95 Defense Roll: 59 Agility Roll: 18 Perception Roll: 97 Total: 269 Attack[95] + 40% Bonus[38.00]: 133.00 Defense[59] + 15% Bonus[8.85]: 67.85 Agility[18] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 18.00 Perception[97] + 15% Bonus[14.55]: 111.55 Total[330.40] + 30% Bonus[99.12]: 429.52

And the winner is...

Jael

Lucette was maimed and must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid.   Totals: Jael : Attack Roll: 22 Defense Roll: 100 Agility Roll: 39 Perception Roll: 94 Total: 255 Attack[22] + 5% Bonus[1.10]: 23.10 Defense[100] + 10% Bonus[10.00]: 110.00 Agility[39] + 10% Bonus[3.90]: 42.90 Perception[94] + 35% Bonus[32.90]: 126.90 Total[302.90] + 20% =  363.48 Lucette: Attack Roll: 4 Defense Roll: 28 Agility Roll: 48 Perception Roll: 56 Total: 136 Attack[4] + 30% Bonus[1.20]: 5.20 Defense[28] + 20% Bonus[5.60]: 33.60 Agility[48] + 30% Bonus[14.40]: 62.40 Perception[56] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 56.00 Total[157.20] + 10% Bonus[15.72]: 172.92

Surprise motherfucker! He wanted to say, but there wasn't exactly enough time for words when his face was at stake. Luckily, his grab at his opponents throat seemed to buy him a moments time. After all, how many others were out there with paws like his? He didn't know, but probably not many. His opponent sought to pull away while throwing his forelegs up over Diablo's arm. Diablo let go of his grip, letting the other males forelegs slide off with no more than a scratch to his own forelimb before he surged forward, looking to charge and force his opponent back while his jaws opened, his fang caps flashing in the sunlight as he sought to grab the side of the males neck and rip whatever he could grab.

As he did his best to fight back, he was unaware of the badger coming for him. It slipped past the dogs for a moment as their teeth snapped for it, managing to briefly grab Diablo's hind ankle for a heartbeat, causing him to lift his leg and snarl before kicking at it. Hopefully, his dogs would take care of the beast so he could focus on the Ethne wolf!

Diablo vs Alexander for Maim: Neck scarring
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, 25"
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, 25"
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

And the winner is...

BELLAMY

GILGAMESH must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Bellamy's maim is successful. Totals: BELLAMY: Attack Roll: 58 Defense Roll: 77 Agility Roll: 73 Perception Roll: 36 Total: 244 Attack[58] + 70% Bonus[40.60]: 98.60 Defense[77] + 15% Bonus[11.55]: 88.55 Agility[73] + 5% Bonus[3.65]: 76.65 Perception[36] + 25% Bonus[9.00]: 45.00 Total[308.80] + 35% Bonus[108.08]: 416.88 GILGAMESH: Attack Roll: 10 Defense Roll: 29 Agility Roll: 49 Perception Roll: 76 Total: 164 Attack[10] + 40% Bonus[4.00]: 14.00 Defense[29] + 30% Bonus[8.70]: 37.70 Agility[49] + 5% Bonus[2.45]: 51.45 Perception[76] + 40% Bonus[30.40]: 106.40 Total[209.55] + 35% Bonus[73.34]: 282.89

Jael snarls, a savagery that's not altogether like her overtaking the creature. Opal gaze alight, the fight itself taking her over. Taking hold. Bringing the girl to life in the worst way. Everything is brilliant and burning-- including her, for once.

Pulling away from her fallen opponent, Jael's eyes narrow. "Get fucked." And on her heel she turns, gaze returning to the throng. There was too much action, too much activity. Jael can't find the kids in the crowd, and the pit in her stomach grows larger.

But she can see Gilgamesh. She can see the woman that hurt Sid, the one who'd caused it. Jael's eyes narrow, and the little dog throws herself in their direction. No sooner is he clear of the bitch, Jael lunges to her. Snarling, she's quick to reach up for the woman's face, or as close as she can grab. She'd hurt Sid, she'd touched Gil. Transgressions too great for the dog to let go. Today, she's all hurt, and all teeth.

Jael vs Bellamy for maim (muzzle scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Balanced
Defensive Battle Accessory: Collar
Companion 1: Mourning Dove, Male - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

Dagrún savored her victory, licking the blood off her teeth before seeking another target. She had redeemed herself and now she wanted a challenge. Who was the biggest, baddest wolf the Raiders had to offer? Her eyes fixed on the massive red male that had defeated her commander and there was simply no other target. She set her defenses, shoulders rolling forward, neck scrunched back. Her hackles laced down her back as she pinned her ears to her head. With a snarl she kicked off, sending dirt and sand flying as she charged.

Dag approached the man's right side, throwing her left shoulder forward for his right deltoid, seeking to use her momentum to slam into the muscle and cause it to spasm. At the same time her jaws launched forward, seeking the right side of his face, upper fangs aiming at the corner of his right eye, her lower fangs for the corner of his jaw. She wanted to snap her teeth together and tear deep lacerations down the side of his face.


Dagrún vs Ignis for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Cougar, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: American kestrel, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Enhanced vision - Perception
Mutation 3: Water Deer Fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

Blood, it coats her tongue, covers her teeth, and she tears away from the man. There are no longer individuals, no longer Raiders or Ethne on the field. Vague faces, strangers, acquaintances… The woman snarls as memories and reality collide, warping her perception of what was going on. Does Bellamy even see what is truly before her? No, no long. That which she has endured as a child bubbles forth in anger, in a burning rage that not only wants to fight with all she has, but to give them what the damaged woman believes they want. They wanted a weapon, a monster would tear through any without question? Fine, they could have that monster. She would fight until she could no longer stand! A snarl rips from her as she turns to find another lunging for her with aggression. The stranger is met with parted jaws that snap towards the upper part of her muzzle. It is a flash of teeth, of seeing which does more damage to the other’s muzzle. But Bellamy does not stop there. She reaches a foreleg out to attempt scooping the woman toward her and keep her in close proximity for their fight. Morality, right and wrong, it is all gone. None of it mattered when they were all monsters, right? Just all beasts that would hurt each other… deserved or not. But even in this state the woman knows she is far from innocent. She has accepted what she has become, and she will do whatever it takes to tear through all who come at her while her companions now bank on the sidelines, ready to get Bellamy out of there the moment the fight ends. -------------------------------------- Bellamy vs Jael for counter maim (also muzzle scarring) Round 1/2 Age: Over one year Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Bone dagger Defensive Battle Accessory: Snow leopard cape Companion 1: Tasmanian Devil, Male - Battle - Boosted Companion 2: American Badger, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Mane - Defensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual Specialty: Berserker "Speech," 'Thought.'

"Fuck yea!" Tarnish shouted in delight as he defeated his opponent. Finally! A victory he could be proud of and while defending his pack no less. "Good fight, I got to go!" He hadn't even really checked to see if his opponent was conscious he was just so excited he couldn't stay still, instead bounding over to Siduri whom he saw had defeated her own opponent. He wasn't fazed by the wild look in her eyes, instead gently bumping her shoulder with his. "We're showing them, aren't we, Sid?" His eyes scanned the group, seeking out another opponent for himself. He was full of energy, electric with it and eager for violence. He saw his father go down but before he could attack the one who had done it he saw Jael race into the offensive. He slunk a little closer, looking to get a good view of the fight.


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