His fresh new muzzle wound was still healing as it had only been a few days since Ethne had raided them. Since that bastard managed to get one over on him. He was aware he had a lot to learn, but how far would he have to go before his father finally approved of him? He wouldn't admit it to himself or anyone, but he yearned for Ignis' approval. Craved it like a lost wandered in the desert that hadn't been able to find water for days. The young hellhound stalked the battlefield, crimson gaze searching with a hunger he hadn't had before. Looking for someone, anyone to take his anger out on. Surely he could win something, right? His only two victories had been when they raided that weird ass pack in the west...the red bastard son that had apparently belonged to his father. A half-brother he hadn't known about until that day. He still had yet to question his father about it, but Diablo also didn't particularly care, either. It was clear to him he had been stronger than him, so probably not someone worth his salt.

Stalking through the blood soaked fields, he threw his head back, a powerful call summoning anyone who wanted a fight to him.

"Speech"

The vermillion boy is thirsty. The fight with that vulgar girl stirred something within him. Something hungry. Something he hadn’t felt before. It was strange. He wanted to slice into something, wanted to taste that metallic tang on his tongue. Why? What was it? It ticked him, urging him to act. He had arrived to the battlefield with a gleam in his golden orbs, a sharp calculative expression on his face. Oh this child, help him, for he has discovered bloodlust.

He heard the call. He followed it. Baring his teeth, the boy sized up his opponent, an adult with a strange appearance. His hackles raised, and then he surged forward. His teeth snapped, trying to make purchase on the brutes face. A full on assault as he attempted to grapple with the man. He wanted blood, and it muddled his thoughts entirely.


Redrum vs Diablo for MAIM (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight

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His thoughts lingered on that man from the weird pack. The one he had bested. Could that really have been a brother? He knew there were older ones...but his father rarely talked about them. He huffed as he continued on his quest, but out of nowhere, some kid came running up to him with a look that Diablo recognized. Immediately his hackles went up and his lips peeled back in a snarl, a guttural sound escaping his jaws as the red boy seemed to go straight for his face! Again!? What was it with everyone trying to rip his face off!?

He retaliated, lowering his head and offering his bristled mohawk and the crown of his head as he charged the short distance that remained between them, an abrupt force of power as he sought to use his thick skull and horns to put a stop to the kids assault! He knew it wouldn't be enough, however. There was little time to react, but maybe he'd be able to throw the red bastard off guard enough for him to be able to properly retaliate! As he hoped for the best, the young devil reached for the closest foreleg, paw-hands looking to grip and pull it toward him in an effort to throw the boy off balance.

There was something...strange about this kid...but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...then again, he didn't have a whole lot of time to be able to focus and figure it out. All he knew at this moment was that he had to try and beat his ass for trying to bite his face!

Diablo vs Redrum for Maim (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, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

Redrum's eyes blazed with golden fury, twin embers of violent instinct within their depths. As he locked eyes with his opponent, he caught the man's decisive move – a lowering of the head, a charge fueled by retaliation. In an instant, horns and a fiery red mohawk blurred together, the collision swift and weighty.

The impact reverberated through Redrum's frame, coupled with a forceful grip that yanked the vermillion boy off balance. Undaunted, the red boy's jaws snapped towards the man’s scruff and shoulders, his ears flattened against his skull to protect them as he unleashed a snarl dripping with bloody fury. He attempted to wrench himself away from the brute's grasp, only to swiftly attempt a new counter with a downward swipe from his forelimbs, a bid to strike the man on the snout or forehead to disorientate him.


Redrum vs Diablo for MAIM (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight & Hawk-Eyed

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He had succeeded in his retaliatory assault, but it still didn't stop the kid from coming at him. Diablo snarled, even as he managed to throw the kid off balance, the boy still managed to reach for him and he felt teeth snagging on his upper shoulder, tearing skin and lacerating the top of his shoulder where he felt the warmth of his own blood spill from the new wounds. He winced from the pain but would press through as adrenaline coursed through his veins. This kid wanted a fight? He'd give him a fucking fight! It wouldn't be the first time he had fucked up a kid, what was one more? As The boy sought to wrench himself from Diablo's grasp, he would release his hold on the boys forelimb, wincing again as the youths claws managed to scratch down his snout, further enraging the young hellhound!

"I've had e-fucking-nough of you!" a guttural, vicious growl emanated from deep within his throat as he pressed forward, hind legs coiling beneath him as he sought to rise on hind limbs, forelegs seeking to wrap around the boys neck, elongated toes looking to grip the fur on the back of the boys neck and hold him close! Crimson eyes sought out the red boys for no more than a second before jaws splayed open, and it was here the Hellhound aimed to bring them across Red's face in a vicious bid to lacerate and maul him, to scar the boy and put an end to this fight!

Diablo vs Redrum for Maim (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, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

And the winner is...

DIABLO

REDRUM must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Diablo's maim is successful. Totals: REDRUM: Attack Roll: 38 Defense Roll: 84 Agility Roll: 84 Perception Roll: 67 Total: 273 Attack[38] + 35% Bonus[13.30]: 51.30 Defense[84] + 20% Bonus[16.80]: 100.80 Agility[84] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 84.00 Perception[67] + 20% Bonus[13.40]: 80.40 Total[316.50] + 10% Bonus[31.65]: 348.15 DIABLO: Attack Roll: 54 Defense Roll: 90 Agility Roll: 85 Perception Roll: 88 Total: 317 Attack[54] + 65% Bonus[35.10]: 89.10 Defense[90] + 30% Bonus[27.00]: 117.00 Agility[85] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 85.00 Perception[88] + 20% Bonus[17.60]: 105.60 Total[396.70] + 15% Bonus[59.51]: 456.21

Redrum's heart pounded with adrenaline as he felt the grip on him loosen, But before he could fully capitalize on the moment, the older boy surged forward. The growl that rumbled from the other’s throat filled the air, drowning out any other sound.

With a guttural snarl of his own, Redrum braced himself for the impending onslaught, his muscles tensing and twitching in anticipation. But as the older’s forelegs reached out to ensnare him, Redrum found himself trapped, his movements restricted by the iron grip of his opponent.

Pain seared through him as the mohawk male’s jaws clamped down on his face, tearing through flesh with a viciousness that left him reeling. Blood trickled down his fur, mingling with the sweat and grime of battle, as Redrum struggled against the onslaught. The laceration felt like a branding, a mark of his defeat etched into his very being.

But even as agony threatened to overwhelm him, Redrum refused to surrender. With a defiant snarl, he summoned every ounce of strength left within him, his claws slashing out in a desperate attempt for freedom. He tried to pull away, the roaring in his ears entirely new and terrifying as he shook his skull in a bid to silence the feline voice. “Shut up! Shut up!” He said to the fucking invisible cat.

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