Like a Good Neighbor! [R A I D]
Winterfell vs Abaven Raid
Bellamy
Master Fighter (290)
Master Intellectual (254)
Berserker
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
18
18
player
Beau-tifullyWritten
Beau-tifullyWritten
04-18-2020, 08:52 PM
Focus?
No, she couldn’t focus. Everything was loud in her head and Bellamy felt like screaming. She was breathing harder, the itch to fight, to tear flesh, the warning that if she didn’t walk away victorious she would be left for dead… She couldn’t gather herself. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to block out the memories… but they were there. Voices and sneers of those who were “above” her in her head.
“Dammit Bells! Watch it!”
Ears lunged as he called out to his companion. The devil was acting as a shield for the female from the younger male attacking her, and rather than Desolate’s muzzle closing around her own it instead met Ears’ body. The devil let out a shrill screech, rage filling him now that his right foreleg was in the male’s mouth. He took the brunt of the attack, and, thanks to the momentum of his other attack, the devil ended up wedged between Bellamy and Desolate as the male wolf’s left foreleg wrapped around her upper body.
The noise was enough to make Bellamy snap. She forgot herself, fight or flight, kill or be killed flared within the woman as instinct took over. The female gave a gutteral snarl.
Strike back.
The world around her dimmed to a hum as Bellamy dug her heels into the earth, buckling down with a widened stance and weight distributed across her limbs. No sooner had the weight of Desolate’s leg settled on her back was the woman attempting to toss her weight from her back end forward in a shove. She even forgot her companion, who was currently snarling as he was trying to clamp a smaller muzzle across the top of Desolate’s own, as she pushed back against him at an angle. She could feel her legs wanting to buckle in the front and sought to use her lowered angle to push into his chest and remaining forelimb. She wanted him on the ground.
Strike.
Show no mercy.
Her mind was screaming at her as Whiskers moved out past Bellamy’s left to give aid one way or another depending on how her shift in weight went. Bellamy wasn’t seeking any damage yet, at least not beyond bruising, but her snarl had Whiskers worried. Her distracted nature too…
‘Please don’t let her do something foolish…’ The badger prayed.
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Bellamy Of Foi vs Desolate for Minor Maim {Scarring underneath eye and across cheek}
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bone dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Snow leopard cape
Companion 1: Tasmanian Devil, Male - Battle
Companion 2: American Badger, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A
No, she couldn’t focus. Everything was loud in her head and Bellamy felt like screaming. She was breathing harder, the itch to fight, to tear flesh, the warning that if she didn’t walk away victorious she would be left for dead… She couldn’t gather herself. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to block out the memories… but they were there. Voices and sneers of those who were “above” her in her head.
“Dammit Bells! Watch it!”
Ears lunged as he called out to his companion. The devil was acting as a shield for the female from the younger male attacking her, and rather than Desolate’s muzzle closing around her own it instead met Ears’ body. The devil let out a shrill screech, rage filling him now that his right foreleg was in the male’s mouth. He took the brunt of the attack, and, thanks to the momentum of his other attack, the devil ended up wedged between Bellamy and Desolate as the male wolf’s left foreleg wrapped around her upper body.
The noise was enough to make Bellamy snap. She forgot herself, fight or flight, kill or be killed flared within the woman as instinct took over. The female gave a gutteral snarl.
Strike back.
The world around her dimmed to a hum as Bellamy dug her heels into the earth, buckling down with a widened stance and weight distributed across her limbs. No sooner had the weight of Desolate’s leg settled on her back was the woman attempting to toss her weight from her back end forward in a shove. She even forgot her companion, who was currently snarling as he was trying to clamp a smaller muzzle across the top of Desolate’s own, as she pushed back against him at an angle. She could feel her legs wanting to buckle in the front and sought to use her lowered angle to push into his chest and remaining forelimb. She wanted him on the ground.
Strike.
Show no mercy.
Her mind was screaming at her as Whiskers moved out past Bellamy’s left to give aid one way or another depending on how her shift in weight went. Bellamy wasn’t seeking any damage yet, at least not beyond bruising, but her snarl had Whiskers worried. Her distracted nature too…
‘Please don’t let her do something foolish…’ The badger prayed.
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Bellamy Of Foi vs Desolate for Minor Maim {Scarring underneath eye and across cheek}
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bone dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Snow leopard cape
Companion 1: Tasmanian Devil, Male - Battle
Companion 2: American Badger, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A