Over the last two seasons, Nimue had evolved. She’d found herself in the company of some pretty dark souls- a ragtag group of loners who got high on the thrills of life, bouncing from territory to territory, stealing from the wealthy and drinking booze with the poor. She’d gotten her paws dirty, forced to survive in a world that continually turned against her- only this time, Nimue was in control. With each hardship, the nymph grew stronger, and more formidable- her means of survival had evolved into an insatiate hunger for influence. The need to keep control. The girl who’d been weak enough to be captured by Chimera didn’t exist anymore. The girl who obsessed over Rogue, hoping he wouldn’t abandon her, had vanished. All that was left now was a creature who thrived on chaos. She would never be weak again.

And in her endless pursuit of control, Nimue was left with an insatiable thirst for power. The need to dominate, subdue, exploit rushed through her veins like wildfire, pushing her forward as she loped across the battlefield, looking for someone to play with. The verdant blades did well to conceal most of her tiny frame, the tall grasses brushing against her shoulders, aiding her in her hunt. Someone was out here, she was sure of it. And when she found them, she would try to ambush them, just for the hell of it- to feel the thrill of clashing bodies, the rush of blood on her tongue, the cataclysmic bang of two souls engaged in a dance of fight, or flight.

"Nimue Vasanti"

His companions ahead of him, Flare moved through the plain towards the battlefield. The chill of the North beneath his paws, and carrying on the wind. The burrowing chill felt despite the strength of summer. He could feel it beneath his skin in the same way he could feel his impatience. A burning itch he did his best to ignore, but ever growing.

His strength was growing, his body honed by the force of his drive to better himself. Still not enough, he wasn’t there yet. Not where he needed to be. Until he was, that frustration would only grow. Its need for an outlet could not be ignored as he stepped onto the battlefield. Looking for an opponent, a victim. He really didn’t care which. Didn’t care out if they started out as one, and developed into the other. He raised his head, scenting the wind. Catching the faint trail of… someone, through a scan of the horizon revealed nothing.


"Speech"

She smelt him before she saw him- the musky scent of a man on the breeze, a smell that evoked a sense of raw, earthy masculinity. Accompanying him was the scent of pine and sea salt, noteworthy of extensive time spent in a single territory. A pack wolf, perhaps. She did not recognize the lingering scent on him, but it was undeniable nonetheless- and truly, she did not care if he belonged to a kingdom or not. Because they all tasted the same on her greedy little tongue.

Changing her route, and altering her pace. Nimue zips through the tall grasses, tracking the male down with ease, attempting to ambush him from behind. As she closes in, she attempts to use the element of surprise- wanting to utilize her tiny size, hoping to conceal herself until the very last second. Once she’s in proximity, she lunges from the grasses and strikes like a vipress. Her needle-like teeth are aiming for his right hind leg, where his femur and tibia connect to form a joint. In sync, her canine companion is emerging behind her, ready to engage with Nimue’s opponent, or his companions, if he has them present.

"Nimue Vasanti"

Nimue vs Flare for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Black crystal claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: panther’s skull
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, male - battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

On alert from that faint brush of her scent, his ears swivelled at the faint sound of movement behind him. He didn’t turn, not yet willing to give the game away. Let them think he was foolish and oblivious. When he felt the breeze of her movement, he acted as swiftly as he was able.

He still wasn’t turned towards her, so he had the disadvantage of sightlessness. But his other sensors were plenty worthy enough, and he aimed to strike out with a powerful paw, attempting to kick her in the same moment she attempted to latch her teeth into his hind leg. Personally, he wanted a kick to her skull, but you couldn’t have everything you wanted.

Flare vs Nimue Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather neck armor
Companion 1: Red Goshawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Corsac Fox, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Thicker fur (Defensive)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty:


"Speech"

As Nimue lunged, the man twisted- a testament that her element of surprise had failed her, given he reacted in a seconds notice. Her snapping jaws fell short, missing him entirely, as one of his massive, dire-sized paws kicked out at her. He hit her in the shoulder, knocking her back into the grass. She yelped, but the sound did not manifest from pain- instead, it was released in a whirlwind of enthusiasm, her cheeks flushing with delight, as she was overcome with the thrill of her recklessness. More. More. More! Tucking her now bruised leg close to her core, Nimue dances back into the fray, wild energy pulsating through every fiber of her being.

Leaping off her hind legs, Nimue launched herself at him, wanting to collide with his larger body, to create a cataclysmic clash. “Harder!” She says, a mixture of delight and desperation lacing her tone- a sound so sharp it almost felt manic. Her splayed jaws snapped at him again, wanting to sink her teeth into his flesh, to taste his blood on her tongue to warm her to her core.

"Nimue Vasanti"

Nimue vs Flare for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Black crystal claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: panther’s skull
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, male - battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

He spun moments after he felt his paw connect. Not to her skull, as he had hoped. Something softer, and more manoeuvrable. He wasn’t sure where, exactly. The motion of her tucking a limb gave it away, and he grinned at her. This was his first time looking at his attacker, and she was… a diminutive thing. It was lucky his kick had hit her at all, there wasn’t exactly much to aim for.

She lunged at him, and he raised a paw, attempting to wrap his larger limb round her even as she came in close to bleed him. As her teeth sought his flesh, he attempted to slash his fangs across her own skin. “As you wish.” He whispered darkly in response to her word.


Flare vs Nimue Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather neck armor
Companion 1: Red Goshawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Corsac Fox, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Thicker fur (Defensive)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty:


"Speech"

And the winner is...

NIMUE

FLARE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Nimue's maim is successful. Totals: NIMUE: Attack Roll: 86 Defense Roll: 47 Agility Roll: 9 Perception Roll: 56 Total: 198 Attack[86] + 20% Bonus[17.20]: 103.20 Defense[47] + 10% Bonus[4.70]: 51.70 Agility[9] + 15% Bonus[1.35]: 10.35 Perception[56] + 55% Bonus[30.80]: 86.80 Total[252.05] + 25% Bonus[63.01]: 315.06 FLARE: Attack Roll: 38 Defense Roll: 49 Agility Roll: 30 Perception Roll: 53 Total: 170 Attack[38] + 60% Bonus[22.80]: 60.80 Defense[49] + 20% Bonus[9.80]: 58.80 Agility[30] + 5% Bonus[1.50]: 31.50 Perception[53] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 53.00 Total[204.10] + 20% Bonus[40.82]: 244.92