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The battle raged on. Her opponent was ruthless, she could give her that much. This fight would end brutally without a doubt, her opponent thirsted for her blood. Adrenaline would flood her system, numbing the injuries she received. She allowed herself to be swallowed up by the fight, she lost herself in the carnal desire of drawing blood from her opponent. This time was different, this pale girl was different. If she were to survive, she needed to match her opponent in ruthlessness. There was no other option but to best the ivory bitch this time. No matter what, her defenses remained locked down solidly. She knew that one mistake could be fatal against this opponent. Her torn ears remained pinned against her skull, eyes narrowed to slits, her hackles remained lifted as her skull remained level with her spine. Chin would tuck against her throat protectively while broad shoulders remained scrunched forward to provide an extra layer of fat and fur around her neck. Thick plume would remain level with her spine and straight to act as a rudder. Limbs would remain equidistant and bent at the joint to stabilize her balance while toes splayed and claws dug into the ground for traction. Finally, her abdominal muscles remained tight and tense in preparation for the next assault. Her opponent was quick, immediately swinging her hips out to her [art's] left, bringing them once again to a perpendicular position. Much to her disappointment, her fangs would merely rip into her opponents throat, she got no gratification of a hold, but she was rewarded with a small tang of blood. It was an even greater disappointment when her paw slammed down on the earth, her adversaries paw safely moved away. Out of her line of vision, a pale leg would wrap around the center of her own left forelimb, successfully pulling it out from under her. Her balance would falter, but as she had thrown her weight forward and into the girl, she would successfully collide with Artemis, though only at the woman?s pale shoulder, thus causing her left shoulder to bruise moderately. This collision would prevent her from falling entirely, giving her enough time to stabilize herself and balance her weight onto her remaining legs. Her stumble would also cause Arts jaws to land higher than anticipated. Her enemies fangs would grip above her left elbow, positioned so that top teeth would puncture the front part of her shoulder, and bottom teeth would grip just below where her limb connects to her torso, but above the elbow. A snarl would pain would leave her lips as fangs tore through flesh and muscle with undeniable force, which would undoubtedly take time to heal. As soon as fangs pierced her flesh, her own hips would shift two steps to her right, increasing their perpendicular position from approximately 90 degrees to about 120 degrees. Simultaneously, her neck would crane to her left, chin tucking tightly against her throat, jaws angled downward in an attempt to pierce her adversaries right eye. She would attempt to force her bottom fangs into Artemis?s eye, top fangs merely aiming to obtain a grip on her opponents forehead. She hoped to use the fact that Art has tipped her jaws to her own left to get a better grip on her opponents face. Simultaneously, she would thrust her skull downwards, jaws agape, she hoped to at least force her opponents neck into an awkward downward angle. She wanted to use the pale wenches grip on her own russet limb to her advantage. She hoped that she could apply enough force to force her opponents head down, should jaws still be attached to her limb, so that her adversaries neck would be forced to crane at a tight upward angle. SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for PARTIAL BLINDING/DOMINANCE : Round 2/3 ATTACKS: Moving her own hips two steps to her right, so to increase their angle from approx 90 degree angle to about 120 degrees. Simultaneously, her neck would crane to her left, chin tucking tightly against her throat, using the fact that art tipped her jaws to her own left to once again attempt to puncture Arts right eye, bottom teeth are trying to blind her, while top teeth her merely seeking to obtain a grip on her forehead. Simultaneously, she with throw her head/jaws downward, in an attempt to push Arts neck into an awkward downward angle, hoping to use Arts grip on her leg to her own advantage. DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles lifted, chin tucked, head lowered and aligned with spine, shoulders scrunched forward to provide an extra layer of fat and fur around her neck, tail straight and aligned with spine to act as rudder, limbs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, abdominal muscles tightened INJURIES: round 1- heavy bruising to the left side of her rib cage, light bruising across her forehead. round 2 - severe bite to her upper leg, above her elbow but below where her leg attaches to her body. moderate bruising to her left shoulder from colliding with Arts right shoulder OOC: got confirmation from aly that their perpendicular position is about 90 degrees. Speech,

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Despite the extremities of his labours and his macabre schemes, the fraught fool would sustain his infantile cling like a powerless whelp about the bosom of his mother. And though Isardis? wholesome efforts to annihilate the functionality of Syrinx?s right fore-shoulder and elbow were both seemingly connected, neither his thrust nor his bite appealed as being predominantly rewarding. Though his coffer clenches with the disappointment and exasperation of dissatisfied compulsions, the pallid monstrosity will not relent; never had he before, and nor would he now. Isardis would seek to retract his skull from its previous position of gnaw behind his oppositions right elbow, eager to realign his neck with his breast and spine (though his craniums slightly leftwards position would otherwise remain, due to the obstructing position of Syrinx?s body in front of him).

His right shoulder had sought to remain in an exaggerated roll up against his right side neck from previously, and his left shoulder slightly under-mirrored in a similar pose to compensate. Four limbs remained grounded and sturdy in their evenly distributed weight, with coral toes splayed consciously atop the loam as blunt nails curl downwards for foothold. His abdomen remained guarded in muscle tension as joints bend to slightly lower his centre of gravity, ruby gaze narrowed however aware and eager, and blood-stained towers remained as best stitched to his scalp as possible considering the damage done to his left cartilage. His tail works to maintain regular balance, however safely within the margins of his aligned spine as his jaws seek to re-gape; his nape as integrated into defence as his slightly leftwards skull position would allow him.

Syrinx?s right shoulder weaves inwards and towards his own left side chest, but with the pale King?s skull positioned to his (Isardis?) left and to the outside of the burgundy being?s right-side shoulder (positioned as such after his endeavoured right elbow bite), the attempted assault simply grinds pressure beneath the base of his underside mid-neck; proving a brief distraction if nothing less. It is barely a few moments later the weight of the ghoul seemingly shuffles, though Isardis remains suspicious of his intentions, he is unable to predict the suddenly backward shifting burden of the larger monster. And so, as if Isardis is unwilling to simply linger and remain stationary as a victim of the unknown, he endeavours to take a hefty step to his right with his right hind limb as his left hind will seek to follow in scuffle instantly after, frontal limbs striving to simply pivot in place; endeavouring to further angle their bodies (he had sought to shift rightwards previously also) so as he hopes Syrinx will fall almost perpendicular beneath his chest as opposed to near-vertically in front. Should such an angle be maintained, Syrinx would have no right forearm-clutch leverage on the left side of Isardis? neck following suit to his shift.




Swiftly after his shoulder thrust it seems Syrinx guides his fangs eagerly towards the right (?) side of Isardis? neck; and though the ghoul finds a toothy grip amongst the bristles of pale hair on the upper-mid section of his right side collar, the attained grip would not be as rewarding as his nemesis may have craved - due to his overstated, rolled right shoulder. Regardless, the monstrosity seems to cling there desperately as his weight seems to topple downwards towards the earth; dragging the Armada Patriarch?s hesitantly rigid nape with him. However Isardis? earthbound limbs will keep him from falling into a disgruntled heap of bloodied chaos; instead causing his right shoulder to drop downwards in an effort to relieve the pain of tearing hair follicles and the leverage he assumes Syrinx? left forearm still seeks over his right withers. Though he would attempt to stand defensively in resistance to fall, Isardis knows that this conflict must cease, and so in several very swift attempting motions, his final attacks fall rapidly into place through sheer desperation and the instinctive drive to prosper.

With Syrinx?s jaws dragging eagerly on the right side of his neck, Isardis further bows his hocks in an attempt to briefly shift the majority of his weight onto his hind limbs; where he seeks to bend both his forelimbs drastically at the elbow as he strives to propel his upper half forwards and downwards (forepaws seeking to momentarily depart from the soil), relying on his hind limbs to sustain his balance as they remain square and adjusted beneath taut haunches. He endeavours to drop his weight faintly forwards and rightwards so as to concentrate his burden on his hopefully plunging right shoulder; attempting to focus the weight of said shoulder into the point of his jagged right elbow and strive to propel the barbed joint into the very base of Syrinx?s upturned lower throat (just above his chest), ambitious to crush his windpipes, restrict blood flow and suffocate him.

Sought to now be positioned in an almost play-like stance to Syrinx?s left side (see: ref ), Isardis hopes that during the effort of his attempted downwards plunge his left forepaw and ankle have slightly angled outwards, leftwards and optimistically come to land uncouthly beneath the last lower rib point, endeavouring to push tensed and curled toes eagerly into the soft tissue of his upper abdomen in an attempt to keep his prey restrained. It is barely a few instants later that Isardis? gaping jaws seek to plunge ambitiously into the ribcage joint of his nemesis (wrenching his nape from any hold Syrinx maintained, leaving a significant area of baldness and pin-tips of rising blood on the mid right-hand section of his neck); wanting to wedge his upper canines into the centre of his ribs, where the left and right cage join to the core, just below his opponents forelimbs - ambitious to plant his lower canines anywhere on the left side (under top jaw) cage as leverage, beneath his primary attempted clutch. He wanted to pry his left ribcage apart from the right as a distorted surgeon would its patient, hunted to peek beneath the splintered ribs of retribution and watch fervently as his adversaries lungs spluttered inside.
This was the closing ceremony.


Isardis vs Syrinx ? Round 3 of 3!

FOR DEATH.
Attacks: Reference: Click! Attempting to throw the weight of his right shoulder down and drive hsi right elbow into the base of Syrinx's upturned throat. Hoping to use left forepaw to press down on his abdomen and keep him restrained while jaws bite the center of his upturned chest to crush and pry open the ribcage.

Injuries: Minor skin injury and loss of hair to the right side of his neck. I assumed Syrinx's shoulder attack could not hit Isardis' face unless Syrinx re-positioned beforehand; so I'm sorry, as much as I tried to use my head I couldn't come up with any damage. :(
Notes!: I never knew I could enjoy a fight so much! So thanks Lu for the opportunity and best of luck to you. I have excited butterflies no matter the outcome, because either way I really enjoyed myself. Also thank you to the amazing judges for volunteering to take the time out to judge this- and I'm sorry for big posts I just can't help it lol - too much fun. D:

She wouldn't miss this for the world. Immediately upon hearing the demons challenge the woman stops everything she is doing, and sprints off toward the battlefield. Ramses, her companion, follows after her, never straying more than a few feet behind her. They reach the battlefield after a few miles of traveling, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Of course they are one of the first to show to the challenge, and immediately her eyes fall upon the coral form of her king. She gazes upon him for a moment, allowing herself to get a good look at him before any damage could be done. Her eyes then shift to fall upon Syrinx, and she feels the fur along her nape bristle. The bastard.

The two morph into their battle stances, and Liberty cries out for Isardis. Her cry is not one of fear or anxiety, but one that screams her support and encouragement. He has to win, no man could slaughter the northern king, especially not Syrinx. Should he fall to his knees she would do everything in her power to ensure his, and the Armada families, receive vengeance. Reclining onto her haunches she waits for the fight to begin, her brow raising as Syrinx dives in for his attack. Suddenly another wolf starts a challenge, a maim against her dear friend Azalea who had showed up with Roman. Instantly the woman moves to dart forward and aid her friend, but Ramses interferes, placing himself directly in front of her. "Let them figure it out." He says to her, his amethyst eyes narrowing. A growl erupts from her jowls, and she stands motionless, her gaze never leaving her friend. Both fights proceed, and Azalea reigns victorious over the other woman. A delighted smirk grips her features as she moves from her position to be beside her friend. Once she reaches Azalea her gaze shifts back toward the main event. Syrinx goes for his last attack, but Isardis counters and goes for the killing blow. "End him Isardis!" She screams out, excitement coursing through her veins. Yes, rip his jugular out, make him suffer for his petty challenge.

"Speech"
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Before Hestia knew what was happening, before she had a chance to respond, the other female jumped and landed on her, the female trying to drop onto her back. As the female was larger, Hestia was unable to move, her jaws ripped open and held by paws, her blue eyes wide as she held her broken paw close to her chest, the female gripping her tongue. Hestia tried to move her head away, but the movement was useless, and the female ripped her tongue, releasing her as the female lunged backwards, Hestia struggling to her paws. All too quickly, blood filled her jaws, and she opened them, allowing the crimson liquid to spill over her mouth slightly. Then she closed her jaws and swallowed the blood with a low whimpering noise. Hestia finally pulled herself to her paws, her tail between her legs. She shook her head, hoping to clear the pain, but it kept coming until she opened her jaws again, a cracked noise escaping her, the pain making her sick. She shook her head, her eyes not meeting the other's, until the gray female calls out, Hestia glancing at her for a quick moment. The fur on her ebony back rose for a moment, but she struggled to calm down, her blue eyes trying to meet the brown male's, but she turned away before she could see if there was any response. "Speech"

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? her right forelimb successfully yanks her adversary?s left forelimb out from underneath her, upsetting her [ sib?s ] balance in the process as intended; however, because sibelle had thrown her weight against the outside of artemis? right shoulder, the pawn is spared a fatal downfall to the earth and { unfortunately } retains her footing. yet the carnage queen is not quite finished with the assault her own right forelimb intends to provoke { and still her balance is equalized upon her three grounded limbs }, and as her elevated right forepaw makes the journey back to the safety of the earth, the tyrant rotates the forepaw to her own right in hopes of positioning the point of her nails inward towards the back of sibelle?s left forelimb, toes clenching before she attempts to drag the claws of her right forepaw forcefully down the back of the russet wraith?s left forelimb, from the center of the forelimb to the ground. although the tyrant queen is quite aware of the fact that her nails are fairly dull, she knows, too, that the flesh upon the back of the limb is rather thin and fragile, and therefore hopes to at least carve shallow lacerations down the back of her adversary?s left forelimb with the pressure she intends to apply behind her nails and swipe. regardless of the purchase { or lack there of } of her attempted attack, the phantom will seek to bring her right forepaw back to the ground to reinstate her balance upon all fours. her incisors gouge the russet pawn?s flesh, and a snarl reverberates her larynx as her ears are not met with the delightful crack! of ruptured bone, her jaws instead piercing the flesh higher upon her adversary?s left forelimb than intended. mismatched gaze quickly catches the menacing gleam of sibelle?s teeth as they pursue her narrowed violet eye, and in a fleeting moment of desperation, she relinquishes her grasp upon her adversary?s left forelimb, skull immediately straightening yet again as she retracts her bite to redirect sibelle?s attack to her forehead and away from her precious eye. her adversary?s teeth engrave severe lacerations that extend from just above her right brow and diagonally to the upper left corner of her forehead; however, because the skin upon her forehead is so thin, sibelle is unable to obtain a grip to her flesh, leaving gashes of about a fourth-of-an-inch in depth to fester heavily with blood in the absence of the pawn?s teeth. thankfully, because her own skull had straightened, sibelle?s attempt at forcing her neck at an awkward angle is unsuccessful, though a light bruise flares across her the center of her forehead due to the downward force of sibelle?s jaws. seeking vengeance and craving to inflict agonizing pain upon the russet pawn in turn, the phantom?s gaping jaws begin to tilt diagonally to her own right and seek to maneuver towards the upper portion of her adversary?s left-sided neck, gluttonous incisors intending to deeply penetrate beneath the flesh to puncture the veins and tendons located there in hopes of watching the woman wallow in her own blood, incisors hopeful in their endeavor of nicking sibelle?s left-sided jugular vein. simultaneously, the phantom attempts to push forward with continuous momentum, intending to utilize the 120 degree angle position of she and the pawn to her own advantage as she attempts to forcefully thrust the exact center portion of her broad chest cavity against the outside of sibelle?s left shoulder, hoping that the combined force of her weight and potential exertion might successfully knock the russet wraith off-balance and onto her [ sib's ] right side. meanwhile, her defenses are maintained to the best of her ability throughout the duration of her attempted assault: skull lowered over her breast and tail streamlined with the remainder of her spinal cord, hackles raised along the length of her spine, and abdominal muscles tensed to tighten her core. mismatched gaze remains narrowed to violent slits and triangular ears are sewn against the contours of her lowered crown, chin tucking defensively against the curvature of her neck, and weight distributed evenly among all four appendages that have been bent slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity and spread equidistant apart. toes are splayed and her nails grapple the earth beneath her for traction, shoulders rolled forward and rolled high as her neck scrunches to encumber the front and sides of her neck and jugular veins in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat. ravenous jaws are set agape and frayed lips are unfurled to expose her favored artillery of choice, eager to provoke carnage and hell upon her russet foe. ARTEMIS vs SIBELLE for LEFT EYE THREE of THREE attacks -- on her right forepaw's path to the ground, artemis attempts to turn the paw inward towards the back of sibelle's left forelimb. toes flexed as she attempts to forcefully rake her nails down the thin flesh targeted. jaws tilting diagonally to her right as she attempts to clamp down upon sibelle's upper left-sided neck, intending to deeply penetrate the flesh and nick the jugular vein. attempting to throw the center of her chest against the outside of sibelle's left shoulder, hoping to use her angle on sibelle to her advantage so that she might knock sibelle onto her right side. injuries -- { r1: moderate bruising to right shoulder, quarter-inch deep and two-inch-long lacerations to the scrunched flesh upon her upper right-sided neck } r2: severe lacerations about a quarter of an inch in depth that extend from above her right brow diagonally to the upper left corner of her forehead, light bruising to center of forehead. notes -- here is a visual representation of artemis and sibelle's positioning, approved by saf. artemis is purple and sibelle is red. table by lu.

I'll be TWISTED its my turn! She came too late. It had been a whim, to come watch this. A decision that she thought, ?Hey, the outcome really doesn?t matter.? How was Arisu to know what dangers lurked? How was the russet girl to know that the one sibling she stuck with now was faced with horror? Hestia had been known for getting into trouble, surely, but the girl had developed something strange within her mind. A form of chaos that the other girl accepted and yet, perhaps more secretly, worried about. When she came into the battlefield all around her there was chaos. Fights for dominance and maims going on left and right. What in the name of the gods had she walked into? But no, there was more to this than met the eye. Her eyes wold fall on a woman... A woman who made her very blood boil upon sight. Challenging her sister when, from the girl?s view, Hestia had been trapped inside of her head. Had a single word been said? No. This woman damned their old pack. A kingdom her mother threw away. Lips would curl in a snarl, but she was not fast enough to go to her sister?s aid. For a long, horrifying moment Arisu was frozen. Seeing Hestia attacked, her tongue torn from her mouth. Watching her pick herself up off the ground. Gods... What had she just bore witness too? Acidic gaze would narrow, hate filling her heart as her snarl rang out. This woman dared to touch the only sibling who stayed by her side? There was going to be blood. The russet girl moved before the other woman now in her sister?s place. Ears were laying flat upon her skull, flashing orbs narrowed, lips lifted to reveal fangs. Her hackles were raised, shoulders rolled forward to give aid to her scrunched neck. Her head, as well as her tail, aligned with her spine, chin tipped forward slightly to give added protection to her throat. Her legs were bent at the knees, weight evenly distributed, claws digging into the earth below. Her core was tightened, her breathing coming perhaps too calmly. Her gaze was fixed dead on the woman before her, voice coming out icily. ?For retribution, woman, I make my claim on your tongue. Your move.? There was no idle chat. No hesitation. No. Arisu wanted action. She wanted this woman to suffer for hurting someone she cared for. Rounds:: Zero out of ---? {Up To You Star} Attacks:: None. Jupiter is granted the first move. Defenses:: Pinned Ears, Narrowed Eyes, Hackles Raised, Shoulders Rolled Forward, Scrunched Neck, Head Aligned With Spine, Tail Aligned With Spine, Weight Distributed, Knees Bent, Chin Tipped Forward, Core Tightened Injuries:: None yet. Notes:: I love you Star~~ <3 And late Keno is late. Shh. "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Again and again her opponent kept coming, refusing to give up. Blood was spilling and stained her pelt, the crimson liquid staining her coat. Adrenaline kept the pain at bay, but she knew as soon as this battle ended, her body was ache. Her warrior blood kept her pushing harder, driving forward so that she would not fall again to the pale wench. There would be nothing better than watching both her father crumple and this pale bitch fall. Two bodies striking the earth would make her the happiest woman alive. No matter what, her defenses remained in tact as much as possible. Her eyes would narrowed, ears pinned tightly against her skull as her hackles remained spiked along her back and neck. Her head would lower to align with her spine, while her chin tucked to protect her throat. Broad shoulders and neck would scrunch to push an extra layer of fat and fur around her neck. Her tail would straighten and align with her spine, ready to act as rudder or tuck if necessary. Her limbs would spread equidistant and bend at the joint to better her balance and lower her center of gravity. Toes would splay, claws dug into the ground as she tightened her abdominal muscles to strength her core. Her own left forelimb would be released, but not before dull claws dug into the back of her left leg, seeking to leave lacerations. Unable to move her paw, claws would rake down her left limb, though they didn?t draw blood, just left the skin irritated and tender, yanking out some of her hair in the process. A growl would vibrate in her chest, as her leg settled back onto the ground, reestablishing her firm balance. Much to her dismay, her fangs would fail to pierce her adversaries eye, instead piercing the shallow skin of her pale forehead, this would also prevent her from being able to put pressure on her opponents neck, and failing to obtain a grip. The only upside was her opponent had relinquished her hold on her own russet limb and her ivory beauty was now flawed. With all four legs placed on the ground, her hind legs would step several paces to her right in an attempt to bring her nearly head on with her opponent as she pulled her jaws away form her opponents face. As she moved, pale jaws would grip the outer (and upper) left side of her neck. A snarl of rage left her jaws as pain shot out across her neck, though it was far from lethal. In sync with the bite, her opponent would shoot forward with enough force to knock her back two steps, but because of her repositioning in an attempt to place Artemis head on, the pale wench collided with the point of her left shoulder, immediately causing a heavy bruise. Her adversary wanted to spill her blood, but because of her defenses, fangs would only grab a thick chunk of fat and fur, leaving her vitals unharmed. As soon as Artemis collided with her, russet jaws would jump into the action. With her opponents jaws tilted to her (arts) right, her own jaws would turn to her left, attempting to grab a hold of the woman?s left sided upper neck, she hoped that the positioning of the woman?s pale jaws would leave part of her neck exposed. She wanted a hold that give her control over her opponents head and perhaps even knick something vital. She wasn?t against the idea of ending the pale wenches life. Simultaneously, her left paw would reach to attempt to wrap around her foe?s right forelimb. The moment her paw left the ground, she would adjust her weight to the three remaining limbs, bending her hind legs more and spreading them a few inches wider, to take just a bit more of her weight so that she couldn?t be knocked over as easily. Her left forelimb would attempt would wrap around the center of her opponents pale right leg. She hoped that between her attempted bite and swipe at her (arts) leg, that the woman would go tumbling to the ground. She was desperate to see the pale woman crumble. ` SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for PARTIAL BLINDING/DOMINANCE : Round 3/3 ATTACKS: moving her hind end several steps to her right in an attempt to bring them to a nearly head on position, thus allowing her to attempt to grab a hold of the upper left side of Arts neck. She seeks a hold that is deep and strong enough to hopefully control Arts head and possibly nick something vital. Simultaneously, she reaches her left paw forward, and attempts to wrap around the center of Arts right forelimb. DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles lifted, chin tucked, head lowered and aligned with spine, shoulders scrunched forward to provide an extra layer of fat and fur around her neck, tail straight and aligned with spine to act as rudder, limbs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, abdominal muscles tightened INJURIES: round 1- heavy bruising to the left side of her rib cage, light bruising across her forehead. round 2 - severe bite to her upper leg, above her elbow but below where her leg attaches to her body. moderate bruising to her left shoulder from colliding with Arts right shoulder round 3 - moderate puncture wounds to the left outer portion of her neck, heavy bruise to the point of her left shoulder. OOC: Aly and I have both agreed that Lunar will be judging this, and Luns has agreed :) Good luck aly!! Speech,

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jupiter illidais "jupiter speech" ? "mercury speech" Anticipatory stance, challenging someone to contest her claim of the yearlings tongue, proved profitable. Sweeping gaze flashed around and fell on a dark woman with lip curled upwards and stance shifting to battle-ready. A contagious fire burned in the young wolf's eyes and a grin crossed Jupiter's features, celestial optics narrowing. Words touched her ears and immediately her audits slid back against her skull tight. Her brow furrowed and her own lips parted to deliver her response. "Finally," she snapped back eagerly. "Someone new in this pitiful cesspool that isn't a fucking coward." Just as Jupiter would stand up for Isardis' right to take the abandoned Covari lands and challenge a mortal enemy to death (something she was familiar with), this woman was willing to stand up for the tongue-less bitch's safety--though not quickly enough. Mercury tensed from his position on the sidelines but with the threat of battle eminent, he slunk around his companion's opponent, stationing himself a threatening (but not immediately pressing) distance behind the other woman, moving silently and hopefully drawing little attention in his endeavors. There were about two wolf lengths (quoted by Keno :P) between them and Jupiter eyed them and her opponent like a meal, stance shifting to utterly predatory. Forward she would slowly prowl, defenses shifting more solidly into place as she walked, her tail--having been previously raised as a show of dominance--fell even with her spine, head lowering and jaw gaping slightly, lips curling back, delivering a clear message; if this woman wanted to remove her tongue or her throat, she would have more than just words to get through. Leg muscles tensed and her broad chest tightened. Head lowered, drawing the fat and fur of her neck close together, tucking her vitals away. Fur along her neck and spine remained raised with anticipation and aggression. Chest tightened and weight distributed evenly on bent legs as she moved gradually forward, pace painstakingly slow. Should one focus enough, they would notice that she did not approach the woman fully head on--Jupiter's trajectory was angled to her own left by a minute five degrees or so. Regardless of the other's movements, when she neared within four feet of the woman, Jupiter would rise to her full height and dart forward, attempting to bring them into close quarters. The woman was smaller than the orange she-wolf (confirmed by Keno to be around 31"-32" right now) by about four inches and Jupiter planned to use every last bit of it to her advantage. Jupiter angled her scrunched neck downward and her head to her own right to practically lunge for the woman's head with her teeth. From her vantage point in height, the scarred phoenix would try and hook her upper teeth into the other's flesh--aiming for the pressure point behind the right curve of bone at the back of the other's jaw (right behind that hook at the back of the jaw). Jupiter's bottom incisors would seek to lodge themselves firmly in her opponent's right eye. Though she was certain that this babe would also lose her own tongue at the end of this scuffle, that didn't mean that Jupiter couldn't take out other things as she went. Simultaneously, she would seek to shove her right paw down on her opponent's left and dig the her claws between the bones in the woman's toes (between the yellow ones). While they weren't sharp and wouldn't do much damage as razors, Jupiter wasn't seeking to rip but rather to disable and break. Though Mercury would, in a perfect world, be enough to deter one from backing up from Jupiter's attack, she also sought to further prevent this with her attack and keep the smaller woman right where she wanted her. *** attacks - using height advantage to straighten and try to attack arisu's head from above. trying to hook upper teeth into the pressure point behind the right side of arisu's jaw and lodge bottom teeth into her right eye. right paw is trying to come down on arisu's left to both pin it down and grind her claws into the spaces between the bones of arisu's paw. jupiter's hoping to discourage her from stepping backwards to avoid her attack on arisu's jaw/eye by doing this pin--on a similar beat, though not an attack, it's noteworthy that mercury has also positioned himself about four or five feet behind arisu to further discourage this movement. defenses - chest tightened, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, tail even with spine, head lowered, weight distributed, legs bent, hackles raised, neck scrunched, shoulders shifted forward. injuries - n/a JUPITER VS. ARISU for MAIM/REMOVAL OF TONGUE round ONE two

I'll be TWISTED its my turn! Ooc:: Theme For Round One;; Terror Awakes! {Clicky the blank space to the left. It's actually a link. xD TERROR AWAKES!} The woman would not cower, would not deny a challenge she herself had not made. Not that Arisu expected such a response -- this dame had the balls to make a maim challenge, to take another?s tongue, why would she turn away from another fight? But the orange woman?s words might as well have fallen on deaf ears. Arisu knew well enough she was no coward, was not afraid to risk everything she had; Especially in a match such as this. Her regret was that she had not come to Hestia?s side faster, to aid her before her tongue was taken while she struggled within her own mind. The russet girl was determined and hell bent on making sure that this bitch remembered this misdeed, however. Yes, she would remember Arisu?s face. Arisu had paid no attention to the companion the other had with her. No, her eyes were solely for her opponent; the orange woman. Narrowed into such slits they were, acidic colored orbs glinting with cool rage. Her core would remain tight as her breathing came calm and steady, prepared for this. Wanting to shed the blood of this older fae and try and restore at least some of the honor of her family. Let all of those who gathered for the show and were not participating in their own witness this fate. Let the gods watch as a mere yearling fought for the honor of her sister. Hestia had not been in the right state to defend herself... But Arisu would avenge her. Blood was everything to the russet woman. Family was the strongest tie, the strongest and most pure bond in this world. If it came to it, one day, Arisu would gladly give her life if it was to save one of her siblings. They were her world, her everything. Russet ears were pinned flat against her skull, bodice ready. Her knees bent at the joins, claws biting the earth. She would stand, weight distributed evenly, prepared to retaliate. How she eyed her opponent as the orange one moved at such a slow, painfully slow pace toward her. She would not avert her gaze, no, so eerily calm as she watched this woman. Head remained in position, aligned with spine just like her plume of a tail. Lips would lift in a snarl, jaws unhinging in preparation for use. Arisu kept her focus on maintaining these defenses, especially the scrunching of her her neck and shoulders being rolled forward, as well as reading her opponent. She was smaller than the older fae, though her throat was a vital point all the same so chin remained tipped forward as a defense. The young woman looked intimidating, though she did not yet have the stories of battle to give her a reputation as a fighter. She was still growing, but with hackles raised and stance ready, her body spoke of her warrior spirit. The other would come close, so dangerously close, a predator watching it?s prey. But Arisu was no easy meal, no, she was a viper ready to spit venom back in her opponent?s face. The orange woman would rise up to her full height above her, shooting forward in order to close the distance between the two; a mere four or five feet. Whereas her opponent was taller and would more likely rely on overpowering the russet yearling Arisu chose to play her own height to her advantage. The woman was angled very slightly to the russet girl?s right, a hint perhaps at the way she would attack. It had been so carefully plotted, the degree hardly noticeable as she came closer But Arisu?s main focus on was her, and Arisu habit of reading others and watching them since she was a pup, she had picked up on the small angle that the orange fae approached at. Arisu would shoot forward, angled slightly to her own left, dropping her head down to be more level with the orange woman?s chest. Jaws would meet the yearling?s flesh, though not as intended. Her opponent?s fangs would sink into her scrunched neck instead, close to her right shoulder. They would tear flesh, sinking in a good quarter of an inch as Arisu?s own jaws snapped for the woman?s right foreleg, seeking the area of her armpit with her upper jaw, leaving her head angled for the woman?s chest. She sought a sharp bite, a firm hold for now. The russet girl might have been deemed insane herself now; Her goal was to stay below the woman?s jaws. Luckily for the Arisu, who had moved herself more to the left in her own preparations of attack to meet her opponent, the orange woman?s paw would not land upon her own. No, the movement saved her from the nails of her opponent since her left forepaw was now out of reach. It was a small victory, and one not worth celebrating. Not yet. She would celebrate when she took her opponent?s tongue; that stupid writhing muscle out of the bitch?s own mouth. Arisu would press forward with her movements, hoping to add strength to her attempted bite and push her jaws into her foe. This would also angle her cranium to slam into the chest of the other. At the same time her right foreleg moved inward, forepaw aimed to slam down on Jupiter?s own right forepaw at the edge of her toes with as much strength as she could muster. Bruise, break, it didn?t matter as long as her opponent hurt and bleed for what she did to Hestia. Fight:: Arisu vs. Jupiter for Removal of Tongue {Maim} Round:: One out of Two Attacks:: -Aimed bite towards Jupiter?s right foreleg, close to the chest, while pushing forward in an attempt to one, push her jaws into the leg and clamp down, and slam into Jupiter in a frontal slam. Her head is positioned to go into Jupiter?s chest based on the angle of the bite. -Front right forepaw aiming to slam down on Jupiter?s toes {right forepaw as well} with force to hopefully break or at least bruise. Defenses:: Narrowed eyes, tightened core, ears pinned, knees bent, weight evenly distributed, head aligned with her spine, tail aligned with her spine, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, chin tipped forward, hackles raised Injuries:: -Quarter inch deep punctures to her scruff in front of her right shoulder. Pending further damage depending on Jupiter?s response. Notes:: Songlist of Fighting for Round One: [?Terror Awakes? by Tomoyo Mitani] ;; [?Reverse This Curse? by Escape The Fate] ;; [?I Don?t Wanna Die? by Hollywood Undead] ;; [?Inside The Fire? by Disturbed] ;; [?The Murderer? by Alesana] ;; [?Just Like You? by Three Day?s Grace] ;; [?Labyrinth? by Oomph!] ;; [?What Goes Around? by Alesana] ;; [?Kick In The Teeth? by Papa Roach] ;; [?Rainbow Factory? by Glaze / WoodenToaster] ;; [?Two Minutes To Midnight? by Iron Maiden] "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Lovely Keno provided this for reference of positioning and such and clarified that Arisu twisted her head to the right to get her top teeth in the area near Jupiter's armpit and bottom teeth on the outer side of her right leg. ^_^ Also, we've decided that we'd like Saffie to judge, if she wouldn't mind. c:

jupiter illidais "jupiter speech" ? "mercury speech" Jupiter began to minutely pivot her body clockwise upon her front legs to try and majorly offset the other's attack, but was not quick enough. At the beginning of her pivot, ivories found her right foreleg with relative accuracy, her opponent's top teeth settling closer to the top of her right foreleg rather than her inner. Bottom teeth came to the outside of her foreleg (super-artisticly portrayed image of what I mean lolol. red is arisu's top teeth position and orange is bottom.), both digging about half an inch or so. The other's forehead came to the right side of her chest but with little consequence and force due to the change in angle. Right paw tried to jerk backwards but the same time, the other woman's right paw crashed upon her own right, landing on the edge of her toes. More pain shot up her leg in a searing bolt and with a yelp she managed to jerk the small appendages out from under her enemy's--and hopefully disturbing the other's balance with the brief upset of her paw. Ears pinned more firmly against her skull and her eyes remained narrow, brow furrowing more deeply with the pain. It was not broken--Jupiter knew what broken toes felt like--but something was definitely wrong (damage taken as sprained and not broken since defenses state that Arisu evenly distributed her weight). With her clockwise pivot, she also hoped that the other wolf would not be able to keep her grip on her pained foreleg without painfully twisting her own neck. Jaws had fallen painfully long of their intended area due to the fae's forward leap forward--instead, her teeth sought whatever she could; that whatever happened to be the other's scruff. Ivories fastened about a quarter-inch deep into the flesh but this was not enough for Jupiter. Immediately upon finding the neck, the scarred phoenix would attempt to press her own head downwards, turning it so that her seeking jaws and the woman's neck were halfway to perpendicular, jaws gaping momentarily as she attempted to deepen and crunch her grip while the other she-wolf was busy with her own attack. The slack of her jaws would be brief--only a spasm as she attempted to get a better and wider grip on the smaller wolf's scruff. Jupiter would shove her weight forward and down to try and force nearly every pound in her body into her attempt at repositioning and deepening her bite. Tail would remain even to help her balance, hackles remained raised, and body remained pushed forward enough to keep her neck thoroughly scrunched should the other try and reposition her attack to her throat, chest also tightened. Shoulders remained shifted forward and tensed. Following her pivot and without hesitation, Jupiter would endeavor to hook her freed right paw quickly around the other she-wolf's mid forearm, hoping to pull her leg out from under her and towards Jupiter. Seeing opportunity--and having gone completely unnoticed before--Mercury would lunge to the defense of his companion. No matter the other's movements, his beady black eyes would hone in on one very, very familiar target: the Achilles' heel of the enemy she-wolf's back left leg. He scrambled forward in a black blur, lunging for the muscle, trying to sink his teeth mercilessly into the muscle and try to pull it backwards as Jupiter focused her weight to try and drive the other woman down. The tasmanian devil's potentially-crippling attack fell in unison with Jupiter's as one grand scheme to try and throw the other bitch to the ground hard on her left side. If all went well--with Jupiter's weight trying to push against the smaller woman, the attempted trip, and the threat of Mercury's attack--the other would only have a front left and a back right leg to stand on, making it hopefully enough to send her to the earth, where Jupiter wished to pin her and rip her tongue straight from her mouth. *** attacks - briefly slacking jaws to angle them halfway to perpendicular with arisu's neck, trying to widen her grip. at the same time, she's throwing her whole weight forward and down to put more force behind the bite and hopefully force her onto her side. also trying to hook her right paw around arisu's to pull it towards her, trying to trip her with it. mercury, having gone unnoticed in arisu's last post, is running at her from behind and honing in to lunge for her back left achilles heel and jerk it backwards--or potentially out. defenses - chest tightened, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, tail even with spine, hackles raised, neck scrunched, shoulders shifted forward. injuries - half-inch puncture wounds on top of leg and on its outer side (further damage pending). sprained right toes. JUPITER VS. ARISU for MAIM/REMOVAL OF TONGUE round one TWO

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I'll be TWISTED its my turn! Arisu met her opponent well enough, the russet girl?s own attack yielding results that were satisfactory. As long as the orange woman was injured that was all the yearling cared for. If she lost this, if she walked away from this battlefield without her tongue, at the very least she had fought and did her damned best to uphold at least some of the honor that was left within her family. Her mother, would she have stood and fought for her children? That was a thought at the back of Arisu?s mind, but there was something left with little doubt in this challenge; Arisu was loyal to those who shared her blood. Arisu?s teeth would miss their mark, due to the orange woman?s pivot upon her front legs to her right, but at least they would find a hold. Top jaw would land closer to the top of her opponent?s right foreleg and her bottom one would settle on the outside of the woman?s right leg. Her lower jaw fell lower on the leg however, both sets of fangs sinking into the flesh of her opponent about half and inch deep. Blood, the metallic and bitter taste, would flow in the russet girl?s mouth as her head landed at an angle more to her own left than intended. Her frontal attack was a bit sharper than intended, the lower part of her forehead, closer to her eyes, meeting the left edge of the woman?s chest. The bump was hard enough to make her head ache, perhaps a light bruise later, but nothing truly worth crying over. She suspected she struck a bone, and more likely than not hadn?t even phased the other with that part of her attack. The most important part of this fight was keeping her defenses up while all of the attacks went on. Arisu?s glowing acidic orbs were slits, determination and hate raging within. This battle was one of serious matters, and again she reminded herself, regardless of outcome, she was putting her all into this. Ears were flat against her skull, her head still aligned with her spine throughout her attack. Her core was tightened and even if she had to give up a bit of her widened stance she would keep her weight as distributed as possible. It would make using force to break bones harder, but in the long run it could very well help her balance. Perhaps that was why when her right forepaw paw landed upon that of the forepaw of her opponent Arisu would not feel the bones break... But with any luck the suffered a decent amount of damage. Do to her former charge at the orange woman, as well as the stomp upon her opponent?s toes, when the paw was pulled forcefully out from under her Arisu? front right leg would settle back upon the ground a quarter inch when she once struck it down over the other?s paw. Fur remained bristled, tail aligned carefully with her spine. The tail was in no danger -- no, the danger, she was convinced, lay only before her. Brow was furrowed with her resolve, trying to push the pain aside in reminder of what she fought for. The dust would barely settle from their first attacks before they were striking again. Arisu released the woman?s leg after her own attacks had landed; though the bite not where she planned for it to land and the slam a failure. She needed a new strategy, and something to get this orange bitch off her neck. Arisu kept he neck scrunched and shoulders rolled forward, even if it was painful to do so, because without such defenses that bite could have been far worse. But her opponent had not released her own hold, the russet girl ripping her head to her own left and downward just in time for that slight slack in her opponent?s jaws. {{?The slack of her jaws would be brief--only a spasm as she attempted to get a better and wider grip on the smaller wolf's scruff?}} It was a compromising defense that left the punctures deeper, between half and inch and three quarters of an inch deep, along with tears that oozed blood down her neck. This, however, was better than being held in place where the woman wanted her. Arisu had no time to think, only act, as she retaliated. Arisu aimed her jaws upward, towards the lower right area of her opponent?s neck, behind the hook of her right jaw; toward the very pressure point the orange woman sought to attack on her in the beginning. But she was aimed a little further back toward Jupiter?s right shoulder, rather than directly behind the hook of the jaw to ensure it landed on her neck. The plan was that her top jaw would land a bit past that point and her bottom jaw up under the orange woman?s neck. Her back left leg would take a step forward before she threw her weight in an upward motion to aid with the angle of her attempted bite. Arisu?s right foreleg would partially miss the swipe of the orange woman, instead catching her claws as they move upward around the lower part of her leg {in between the area of her knee and ankle}. Three scratches would bring blood to the surface to mark where the claws struck; nothing too horrible. Her left foreleg too would rise, aiming to hook around her opponent?s lower neck, closer to her shoulders, and hold her balance there while she delivered the bite. There was one thing Arisu didn?t expect, however, on the other woman?s side. An ally in the form of a companion, a Tasmanian Devil, who would attack in order to aid his mistress. Sharp teeth would set into the tarsus of her left back leg, puncturing the flesh and feeling like little needle pricks as they sank in. Her entire weight was on her back legs right now, enough to keep the damned creature from pulling her leg out from under her straight away, though she felt it shifting beneath her with the tugs. This was it -- if she didn?t make some sort of comeback here her challenge was going to be for nothing. Fight:: Arisu vs. Jupiter for Removal of Tongue {Maim} Round:: Two out of Two Attacks:: Arisu aimed her jaws upward, towards the lower right area of her opponent?s neck, behind the hook of her right jaw; the very pressure point the orange woman sought to attack on her in the beginning. But she was aimed a little further back toward Jupiter?s right shoulder, rather than directly behind the hook of the jaw to ensure it landed on her neck. The plan was that her top jaw would land a bit past that point and her bottom jaw up under the orange woman?s neck. Her back left leg would take a step forward before she threw her weight in an upward motion to aid with the angle of her attempted bite. Arisu?s right foreleg would miss the full swipe of the orange woman, instead catching her claws as they move upward around the lower part of her leg {in between the area of her knee and ankle}. Three scratches would bring blood to the surface, nothing too horrible. Her left foreleg too would rise, aiming to hook around her opponent?s lower neck, closer to her shoulders. Defenses:: Narrowed Eyes, Pinned Ears, Head Aligned With Spine, Tightened Core, Weight Distributed, Hackles Raised, Tail Raised To Align With Spine, Brow Furrowed, Neck Scrunched, Shoulder Rolled Forward Injuries:: -Half to three-quarters deep punctures to her scruff in front of her right shoulder. Has tearing. -Bump on her forehead, small bruise. -Three scratches in between the area of her knee and ankle on right foreleg. -Punctures and slight tearing from Mercury?s teeth. Notes:: Songlist of Fighting for Round Two: [Welcome To The Family ;; Avenged Sevenfold], [Fury Of The Storm ;; Dragonforce], [I?ma Monster ;; Blood On The Dancefloor]. [My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em? Up) ;; Fallout Boy], [A Lunatic?s Lament -- Alesana], [Change The Formality ;; ], [Caught Like A Fly ;; Falling In Reverse], [Winter?s Wolves ;; The Sword], [You?re Going Down ;; Sick Puppies], [Stop A Bullet ;; Black Light Burns], [Heavy Hangs The Albatross ;; Alesana], [I Will Not Bow ;; Breaking Benjamin] Refs:: Jupiter?s Pivot, provided by Star. <-- Link a little to the left Angle of Jupiter?s head before she began her Attack. Provided by Star. <-- Link a little to the left Site for leg diagram showing where Mercury?s bite landed, Provided by Star. <-- Link a little to the left. Due to Star?s phrasing I assumed she meant the lower part of the tendon, so when the leg shifted for the lift the tarsas would be a plausible area for it to land. Notes:: Best of luck Star, Ily, and not fighting you again if I can help it. <333 Also agree with the judge, and thankies to whomever does judge it! "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'

The foolish Adravendi would suffer; her tail cracking and splintering beneath the hold of superior blood! Through the thrashing of body weight and an uncouth gnaw at the back of her hind limb, Satis prevails through the sustenance of duty! Golden vision narrowed and intent upon the disfigurations of her violent targets ? blood simmering with explosive thrill as she feels the thrilling promise of the babe?s tail weaving free of her skeleton; gluttonous jaws triumph as she hauls in violent, animalistic natures. Success is clear, and through a modest beam of triumph the Armada vixen will retract; reversing from the frame of the earthy girl to inspect her handiwork -- the poor youth?s tail barely clinging to flesh by the vein-threads of sacrifice! She recovers, lungs heaving for a moment as she scowls, feeling no need to say no more the gazelle-like babe?s body pivots to observe the violent clash of her father?s ally, Jupiter.

So Sorry for the wait! I've been so swamped with RL. I was unable to get ahold of Muse so I tried to make my best effort and refer to other Tier 1 judgings to get an idea. Anywho here goes!

Artemis v Sibelle for Maim Round 1 Artemis: 10 for clarity- Post was clear 10 for powerplaying. none seen 10 for defenses. +1 defenses 10 for attack. +3 shoulder attack +3 jaw attack +1 maim attempt +3 paw swipe 10 for injuries. first round Round one Total: 50/50 - hot dam Aly?. 0_o Sibelle: 2 for clarity--2 where on her ribs did Art's strike land (I can assume Art hit her target exact but we aren't supposed to make assumptions. sorry!) -2 after her paw lands what part of her is she hoping to use to throw her weight into Artemis? -2 Where on Art is she hoping to strike with her weight? I can't visualize the points of contact. -1 which left paw is Sibelle attacking with (sorry you have to specify no matter how obvious it might seem) -1 which of Art's right paws is Sibelle attacking (same issue here) 5 for powerplaying. -3 I didn't see you respond at all to Art's attempt at a paw swipe? -2 you need to have her attempt to throw her weight into Artemis 10 for defenses.+1 for each seen 6 for attack. +3 bite +2 paw attack (point deducted for clarity) +1 throwing weight (points subtracted for clarity and pp) 10 for injuries.first round Round one Total: 33/50 Round 2 Artemis: 4 for clarity--2 as Sibelle is attacking the right side of Art's throat I don't understand how Art's movement to the right avoids a grip when it feels her neck is moving right toward Sib's jaws. I feel like she must've ducked or something for the attack to fall as it did but it's not terribly specific -2 what part of Sibelle collided with Art when she threw her weight? -2 "jaws would successfully rake down the upper portion of her own right-sided neck" I feel this needs to be more specific, where on the upper right side of the neck? Near the head? the middle? back near the shoulders? [[note this is the main thing I wanted to ask Muse about. When I read upper I think of the dorsal side of the neck. I have a suspicion that others read upper as near the head but I don't know and had to go with how I interpret it. Sorry! 10 for powerplaying.none seen 10 for defenses.+1 for each seen 6 for attack. +2 paw swipe +3 jaw attack +1 maim attempt 6 for injuries. -2 bruising to shoulder -2 jaws to neck Round two Total: 36/50 Sibelle: 8 for clarity--2 how much damage was done from Art's grip on her leg? -2 how much damage was done from Art's jaw attack? 8 for powerplaying. -2 Sibelle forcing Art's neck down hinges on her bite attack succeeding 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen 5 for attack.+3 bite +1 maim +1 trying to force neck down[[nother thing to verify with muse]] 7 for injuries.-3 severe bite to leg Round two Total: 38/50 Round 3 Artemis: 10 for clarity-Clear post 10 for powerplaying.none seen 10 for defenses.+1 for each +3 bite +1 severity +1 nail attack +2 chest push 7 for injuries.-3 severe lacerations to face Round Three Total: 44/50 Sibelle: 6 for clarity--2 "would grip the outer (and upper) left side of her neck." Where on the upper neck? I've no idea what you mean by outer. [[again this is something I wanted to bring to Muse. I read upper as the dorsal side of the neck, so going with how I interpet it. Sorry!]] -2 what is the severity of damage done by Art's attack? 10 for powerplaying. none seen 10 for defenses.+1 for each seen 5 for attack.+3 jaw attack +2 paw wrap 7 for injuries. -3 neck wound Round Three Total: 38/50 Totals: Artemis: 130/150 Sibelle: 109/150 And the winner is... Artemis! Sibelle must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. The partial blinding is successful. Damage: probably irrelevant due to the wait, sorry! Notes: *see the actually judging. I don't have anything to add down here really you guys did great! Sorry, I'm tired haha xD - By [Lunarcat7]

permission to pp given by saf.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?oh sweet carnage, how savory the taste upon her wretched tongue. and there is but a fleeting moment for the deity to indulge in the rusted tang of her adversary?s blood as gluttonous incisors impale russet flesh, and although she is left wholly unsated from her gruesome endeavor of complete evisceration, she is content to carve even the faintest laceration into the pawn?s skin. however, such triumph is short-lived as the phantom glimpses the red queen?s ravenous jaws -- fueled by vehement intent { similar to the intent her own jaws held moments prior } -- as they strive for the elysius? own left-sided jugular, yet artemis has no incentive to leave her adversary VICTORIOUS. and although the tyrant queen is enticed by the prospect of increasing the pressure of her bite to terminate this pawn?s pitiful life, she instead relinquishes her fatal grasp to the red woman with little reluctance, wrenching her skull backwards as she withdraws in order to redirect her adversary?s attack towards the front of her upper neck. agonizing pain courses through the tender flesh upon the left side of her upper neck and just beneath her tucked chin; however, it is slightly diluted due to the influx of adrenaline coursing through her veins and because of the scrunched ?halo? of excess flesh safeguarding the front and sides of her vulnerable neck, leaving her opponent to wallow in the disappointment of failure as she pierces the fat to approximately an inch in depth, unsuccessful in nicking the elysius? precious jugular and, similarly, ending the tyrant?s life. but as the russet pawn seizes the upper left portion of her neck, so the elysius deity?s window of opportunity for destruction w i d e n s. with the red queen?s skull positioned just underneath her own and tilted to expose the slitted left verdant eye, the tyrant queen strikes -- mercilessly. her own gluttonous jaws tilt to her own left as she rests her left cheek across the bridge of sibelle?s nose, upper jaw latching just above the inner corner of the pawn?s left eye as her mandible hooks beneath the outside corner. as the pressure of her ruthless bite increases, so the gap between her gaping jaws narrows, leaving sibelle?s eye the unfortunate victim to the GORE her jaws aspire to inflict. and in a moment of penultimate triumph, the tyrant queen feels the eye relent to the violence of her jaws, gluttonous incisors wrenching it free of its socket as she severs the pawn?s optic nerve with the ferocity of a killer queen. she had yet again proved herself the stronger -- she would always be the stronger. arrogance encumbers the wraith like a tidal wave as she flashes her macabre trophy to the cyclops, its missing eye clenched betwixt jaws tainted a deathly shade of R E D and contorted into a bewitching, open-mouthed smirk as she basks beneath the limelight of secondary conquest. the tyrant queen can feel the faint tugging upon her right forelimb and yet it is a wasted effort for it has been made clear { yet again } who is the superior -- the champion. and as the elysius detaches herself from the tight proximities of her adversary, she shows it -- her skull elevates with regality, her tail simultaneously ascending above her rump with supremacy. and yet there is a vacancy to her mismatched gaze as she examines her gory handiwork with intensity, disappointment clouding the pestilent chasms of her mind as she recognizes that the defeat of the negligent red queen?s pawn does not quite quell the inferno blazing beneath her exterior -- the fire that had been ignited by the pitiful covari queen. ?it is the cowardice of your red master that has made you deserving of my wrath,? the phantom states, the venom laced within her speech potent as it cascades from frayed lips. ?tell her that i will continue to take until i see her retribution,? is the demand that is made with finality, amethyst and silver eyes now glazed with frigidity as she admires the carnage she has provoked a final time before maneuvering entirely away from the wretched scene, the prospect of isardis? demise only a fleeting thought at the back of her mind. --- exeunt artemis, unless stopped table by lu.

Her fangs had not met their intended mark, but they still met flesh. Blood teased her tasted blood, fueling her desire to end her adversary. It didn't matter that she only grabbed flesh, vitals hidden safely beneath roles of fur and fat. Fangs would release her neck, much to her surprise, but before she move, fangs closed around her face. She stared in horror at the inside of her opponents mouth, jaws clamping down with painful force. Fangs dug into her flesh before pain erupted violently over her face. A strangled cry would leave her jaws, releasing pale flesh as she reared back. Blood spewed from her socket, pain throbbing enough to make the world spin. She would stumble back, her world immediately going black. Panic swelled in her chest, but vicious words would calm her. Lips curled back in snarl, her head tipping in an attempt to find her enemies face. Turning to her left, she would catch the pale wench as she moved away, leaving the scene. What did Vi have to do with this? Hackles remained bristled as she stumbled from the battlefield. The loss of her eye made her clumsy, wary of her movements. Her heart thundered with a newfound panic, she couldn't see anything to her left. Audits swiveled, straining to hear as she fled home. Pain make her clumsy, her lack of vision only adding to it. Forgotten was the claim for her fathers life, all she wanted was to be home. Speech,

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JUPITER v ARISU for MAIM/REMOVAL OF TONGUE Round 1 JUPITER: 10 for clarity- Clear to me. 9 for powerplaying- ?he slunk around his companion's opponent, stationing himself a threatening (but not immediately pressing) distance behind the other woman? -1 9 for defenses- tail even with spine +1, head lowered +1, lips curled +1, hackles raised +1, weight distributed +1, legs bent +1, eyes narrowed +1, ears pinned +1, neck scrunched +1 5 for attack- bite to the face/jaw +3, pinning/stepping/clawing on Arisu?s paw +2 10 for injuries- First round Round one JUPITER Total: 43/50 ARISU: 9 for clarity- Which way did her head tip when she went to grab Jups leg? -1 8 for powerplaying. This would also angle her cranium to slam into the chest of the other -1, trying to step on Jups right paw, you assumed that she already put it back down -1 10 for defenses. ears pinned +1, legs bent +1, claws digging into the ground +1, weight distributed +1, head aligned with spine +1, tail aligned with spine +1, neck scrunched +1, shoulders rolled forward +1, chin tucked +1, eyes narrowed +1 4 for attack. bite aimed at Jups right foreleg +2, headbutting Jups chest +1, slamming her paw down on Jups +1 10 for injuries.bite to the scruff Round one ARISU Total: 41/50 Round 2 JUPITER: 9 for clarity- which leg is Jup attempting to hook? (-1), 10 for powerplaying. None seen 6 for defenses. ears piined +1, eyes narrowed +1, tail aligned with spine +1, hackles raised +1, neck scrunched +1, shouldered forward +1 7 for attack. bite to the scruff +2, pressing her weight forward and down +2, hooping her right leg around Arisus? forearm +1 (partial points because you didn?t specify which leg), mercurys attack on the Achilles heel +2 8 for injuries. sprained right toes -1, moderate bite to upper right leg -1 Round two JUPITER Total: 40/50 ARISU: 9 for clarity- ?But her opponent had not released her own hold, the russet girl ripping her head to her own left and downward just in time for that slight slack in her opponent?s jaws? is she freeing herself orr what? -1, 10 for powerplaying. None seen 5 for defenses. eyes narrowed +1, ears pinned +1, head aligned with spine +1, hackles raised +1, tail aligned with spine +1 5 for attack. bite to neck/jaw +3, left leg lifting in an attempt to wrap around Jups neck +2 6 for injuries. small bruise on forehead -1, light stratced on her right foreleg -1, puncture wounds on back left leg -2 Round two ARISU Total: 35/50 Totals: NAME: 83/100 NAME: 76/100 And the winner is... JUPITER! Arisu must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Jupiter is now able to remove her tongue. Damage: Starsight- strained toes wil heal in 1 OOC week, moderate bite to upper leg will heal in 1 OOC week Keno- Severe bite to scruff will heal in 7 OOC days, light bruise to forehead will heal in 3 OOC days, scratches on her right foreleg will heal in 3 OOC days Notes: Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here) Notes For Starsight Overall fight was great! But remember to watch out for Powerplaying with Mercury, whether or not he?s attacking right away, you cant assume that he successfully positions him behind your opponent (even if he?s super sneaky). For Keno Over all fight was great, just try using more complex attacks. - By [saffie]

I'll be TWISTED its my turn! OOC:: Awesome fight Star. <3 Thank you for the opportunity, again, and thanks so much for your help and patience. :3 Failure. Whatever beast jumped in to aid the phoenix woman had given the edge needed. Arisu felt her body slip, her paws falling short of the other as she fell to the ground. But though she would admit her loss she would not truly submit. Fire burned in those radioactive pools, shining with hate. She had failed, yes, but at the same time the woman had edges above her. Years of experience, when she was yet an untried yearling. At the same time, however, Arisu felt satisfied that she had fought valiantly for that which she stood for. Loss or not, those present would, with any luck, at least remember that she was no coward, even if they continued to try and blame her and her siblings for her mother?s sins. ?Go ahead and take your due, Phoenix, but know that the sins of Virdiana Sovari are not her daughter?s.? There was no problem in being blamed for her own actions and taking responsibility for them, but to be blamed for failures not by her own action, or Hestia?s,was what stirred her. Arisu would lay still, presenting her tongue to the victor, but there was no other sign of submission in her position. She would live. She would continue to grow stronger, to become a beast to be reckoned with. Her first true battle would be remembered. Someday, she may very well face this woman again... And if that day came... Arisu was determined to not repeat her defeat again. "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Triumph. It coursed through her very veins as the other woman fell to the earth, her futile attacks falling short as Jupiter drove her to the earth. Mercury relinquished his hold as she fell and snarled, hackles still raised as he stiffly sidled to press against Jupiter's left foreleg, but not for long. The leg soon moved upon the fallen youth's shoulder to pin the other woman to prevent escape. Words came from the defeated's lips and Jupiter scowled.



"Your sins are your own," she snapped, teeth clicking together, small bits of frothing saliva flinging towards the grounded woman's features. "She didn't know her place and not to talk about things she knew jack shit about. I fixed that." Her demeanor shifted, still antagonizing but accented with a wicked upturn of obsidian lips. A soft chuckle emerged from her lungs. "The daughters of the coward queen? Convenient." Jupiter's actions had been based purely on the two dark women's own and they were to blame for as far as she was concerned.



Without further delay, she struck, paws shifting to wrench the she-wolf's jaws apart. Teeth swiftly removed her prize before Jupiter stepped back, celestial optics--harsh and cold--sweeping briefly over to the other she had taken the tongue of. It seemed that daftness ran in their family as the other had not made a move to get a healer. It seemed as if they would rather bleed out. Fine by me, she scoffed inwardly, still holding the tongue between her teeth. After a few moments, she dropped it carelessly next to the other, snarling lightly.



Eyes found Artemis departing and a red femme bleeding from an empty eye socket and a satisfied smirk touched her lips. Yes, they had all found closure today. All that remained now was what they'd all come here for. Expectantly, Jupiter waited, eyes on the fight to the death nearby.

"speech"

SYRINX v ISARDIS for DEATH ROUND ONE SYRINX --- clarity -- 8 out of 10 ; ?his right limb would lift off of the ground and move forward in an attempt to wrap around isardis? left ankle?? which right limb of syrinx?s is aiming to wrap around which left ankle of isardis?? there are two left limbs and two right limbs, after all (-2). powerplay -- 8 out of 10 ; ?he was approaching isardis head on?? that should have been an intention, as isardis could easily move to create an angle between their bodies (-2). defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; head lowered, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, limbs bent, weight evenly distributed, stance squared, tail out, jaws parted, shoulders rolled, chin tucked, hackles raised, toes flexed. attack -- 9 out of 10 ; attack to isar?s face (+4, point added for maim attempt), left shoulder to center of isar?s chest (+3), attempt to wrap his right limb around isar?s left ankle (+2, point subtracted for clarity issue). injuries -- 10 out of 10 ; first round. round one syrinx total --- 45 out of 50 ISARDIS --- clarity -- 8 out of 10 ; in which direction does isardis wrench his skull to remove syr?s teeth from his forehead? (-1) ?for a horrifying moment the sovereign?s weight begins to tilt?? tilt in what direction? (-1) powerplay -- 5 out of 10 ; syr?s attempt to bite isar?s face and his shoulder-thrust was meant to occur at the same time {refer to syr?s post and the use of ?simultaneously?}; however, isardis responds to these attacks as if they are timed one after the other. he first sidesteps to his own left to avoid the brunt of syr?s jaw attack, and then pivots and steps further to his left and forwards to respond to the shoulder attack, when in reality he would not have had time to continue stepping and pivoting since these attacks occurred in the same time frame (-2). this post also consisted of a lot of movement -- you have isardis making an attack and retracting from that attack multiple times throughout the post, without granting syrinx an opportunity to respond (-3). defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; shoulders rolled, chin tucked, hackles raised, tail out, head lowered, abdomen tensed, eyes narrowed, stance squared, weight distributed, limbs bent, ears pinned, teeth exposed, jaws gaping. attack -- 10 out of 10 ; attempting to clamp down upon syr?s upper left-sided neck, seeking the jugular (+4, point added for maim attempt). attempting to drive his left shoulder into syr?s left shoulder socket, aiming for dislocation (+3). attempting to crush syr?s left front toes (+3). injuries -- 10 out of 10 ; first round -- shallow lacerations to forehead, pending damage from syrinx?s shoulder. round one isardis total --- 43 out of 50 ROUND TWO SYRINX --- clarity -- 0 out of 10 ; why did isar?s left shoulder not strike its intended target? syr made no movement to prevent it from occurring (-2). ?using the muscles of his rear legs he would attempt to hoist the limb up and wrap it around isar?s neck or at least throw the left limb over isar?s right?? which left limb? again, there are two (-1). what side of isar?s neck is he attempting to throw his limb around and where about on the neck? and what do you mean by ?isar?s right?? (-3) ?his head would turn sharply to the left?? whose left? (-1) ?his top set would attempt to snap beside isardis? right ear and his bottom beside isar?s left.? on what side of the ears? saying ?beside? the ears could mean either side of the ears (-2). ?he would torque his own body to the left?? whose left? (-1) failure to mention how torquing his body to the left would cause isar to lose his balance (-2). powerplay -- 4 out of 10 ; ?still head on with isardis?? isardis positioned himself at a slight angle to syr?s right, and syr made no attempt to stop him from creating this angle (-1). ?syrinx would release the grip he had taken on isardis? left ankle?? isardis had made an attempt to lock onto syr?s right ankle to prevent him from easy release, and yet, the motion is completely disregarded in your post (-3). minor conditional: syrinx?s success at throwing isar off balance depends upon if he is successful in placing his forelimbs anywhere on isar (-2). defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; ears pinned, jaws gaping, eyes narrowed, paws firmly gripping the ground, tail out, weight evenly distributed, squared stance, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, head lowered. attack -- 4 out of 10 ; attempting to tear both of isar?s ears (+2, point subtracted for clarity issue). attempting to throw his body to the left in order to upset isar?s balance (+2, point subtracted for clarity issue). injuries -- 4 out of 10 ; dislocated left shoulder (-4), moderate lacerations to left-sided neck (-2) round two syrinx total --- 22 out of 50 ISARDIS --- clarity -- 8 out of 10 ; ?...take a single, moderately distanced rightwards step?? whose right? (-1) ?...send his gaping jaws forwards, downwards and slightly right?? again, whose right? (-1) powerplay -- 7 out of 10 ; as with the previous round, your post again consists of quite a lot of movement. you have isar angling himself to syr?s left, stepping backwards, charging forwards to strike syr?s right shoulder with his own, and retracting from that attack before attempting to bite the area behind syr?s right elbow (-3). defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; shoulders rolled, chin tucked, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, nails gripping, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, hackles raised, tail out, squared stance, abdomen tensed, jaws gaping, toes splayed. attack -- 6 out of 10 ; attempt to drive his right shoulder into syr?s right armpit to potentially cause dislocation/difficulty moving his right forelimb (+3). attempting to bite into the tender flesh behind syr?s right elbow to cause difficulty moving his right forelimb (+3). injuries -- 6 out of 10 ; minor bruising to left shoulder (-1), torn left ear, shallow laceration behind right ear (-3). round two isardis total --- 37 out of 50 ROUND THREE SYRINX --- clarity -- 0 out of 10 ; ?he could feel the force of isardis pressing against him?? against where? (-2) ?steps would be taken to find some sort of balance?? steps where? and how would that help him secure his balance? (-2) ?however, isardis would push against syrinx?s right side?? where upon the right side, and how much damage occurred because of it? (-4) ?...isardis? teeth only grabbed the edge of the flesh near his elbow?? which elbow? and where exactly is the flesh ?near his elbow?? (-2) ?...would attempt to thrust his right shoulder slightly towards his own left in an attempt to smash it into isardis? face?? where upon isardis? face? (-2) in which direction does syrinx fall? (-1) where upon isar?s neck does syr aim to bite? (-3) powerplay -- 6 out of 10 ; there was no mention made of isar?s attack to syr?s right armpit area. you acknowledge that isar struck his ?right side,? yet there is no mention made of where upon the right side and why isar was unsuccessful in striking syr in the armpit as intended. there was also no mention of how much damage isar did by impacting syr during this attack (-4). defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; shoulders rolled, grounded limbs evenly spaced, toes splayed, limbs bent, chin tucked, jaws gaping, eyes narrowed, spine aligned, muscles tensed, ears pinned. attack -- 3 out of 10 ; attempt to throw his right shoulder into isar?s face as he falls (+2, point subtracted for clarity issue), attempt to bite into isar?s neck (+1, points subtracted for clarity issues). injuries -- 5 out of 10 ; deep cut to area near right elbow (-3), moderate bruising to right armpit (-2, judge?s deduction). round three syrinx total --- 24 out of 50 ISARDIS --- clarity -- 2 out of 10 ; ?syrinx?s right shoulder weaves inwards and towards his own left side chest?? syrinx actually aimed for isar?s face, not his chest (-2). from where upon syrinx does isar intend to align himself perpendicularly to? (-2) what damage does syrinx?s jaws inflict upon isardis? you mention that the bite wasn?t as rewarding as syrinx had hoped, though still, it is left unknown as to how much damage he inflicted (-2). ?...drop his weight faintly forwards and rightwards?? whose right? (-1) where upon the base of syr?s neck does isar intend to strike with his right elbow? the middle, right side, left side? (-1) powerplay -- 10 out of 10 ; nothing of note. defenses -- 10 out of 10 ; lowered skull, rolled shoulders, weight evenly distributed, toes splayed, nails gripping, abdomen tensed, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, tail out, jaws gaping. attack -- 6 out of 10 ; attempt to crush syr?s windpipe with his right elbow (+2, point subtracted for clarity issue), attempting to open syr?s chest to expose the ribcage (+4, point added for maim attempt) injuries -- 8 out of 10 ; moderate bite wound just bove his right-sided collar (-2, judge?s deduction). round three isardis total --- 36 out of 50 Totals: syrinx --- 91 out of 150 isardis --- 116 out of 150 And the winner is... isardis!please wait for the second judge (whoever that is, idek) to decide upon a winner before any further posts are made between isar and syr. Damage: irrelevant at this point. if isar wins, his left ear will be permanently torn. Notes: honestly, this fight was really confusing to read through. there were quite a few clarity issues and i was a bit nitpicky about some of them but hey, it's a dm so. yeah. also sorry for posting this apart from the second judging, i've just tried to get a hold of muse for awhile and she never responded so i'm just posting it now 'cause i feel so bad about the wait. [ judging by aly ]

I'll be TWISTED its my turn! Arisu wouldn't move, even as the phoenix woman pinned her in place. There was no movement, no resistance, only acceptance of defeat. This woman could not understand... and though Hestia might have sparked such, but uttering words, they were simply words. This woman had maimed her sister for speech, not action, and that that greatly pissed her off. But no, Arisu would hold that rage, hold that bitterness. It was action that was threat, not words. To maim her sister for that alone... was the act of a monster. But she accepted her own fate, her own maim, for stepping in without knowing all that went on. But still, she regretted not in trying to fight. Loss was part of living. A path of learning. Perhaps, she realized, in a moment of revelation, she might have acted too soon when her mother spoke too. Perhaps she would need to seek her... remedy that wrong. That which came after was pain. Jaws would close around her tongue, stealing it from her mouth. She would be held there, and though she winced with pain, Arisu refused to cry out. To give the woman satisfaction in knowing the extent of her pain. The organ that was once in her mouth was dropped next to it. She would then roll, rising to her paws, but she would not cower. She would not leave with her tail between her legs. Acidic orbs would seek that of the phoenix woman, shining with acknowledgement and much, much more. She had lost, but she was not broken. With blood falling from her mouth she turned away, waling with her tail at it's usual place. She lived to fight another day. -Exit Arisu.- "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.'