Kenway wretched at the scent of his own gas, face contorted in a bleh expression as his sparring partner devolved into a fit of giggles herself. It was too much and the boy snorted as he tried to catch his breath, her paw shoving at his shoulder in response to his own swat. He was a serious raider here to raid things for sure, this certainly hadn't been his plan on arrival. Heaving in a deep breath through his mouth in an attempt to avoid the smell (it didn't work, he choked half way in on inhale), he decided to try and salvage what little opportunity he had left by darting forward to plant a kiss on his opponents cheek in apology. He'd just have to hope he didn't trip over his own massive paws and accidentally headbutt her instead.

"speech"

Kenway vs Bowen for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: Unarmed

Flurry seemed good at finding others pain points and poking them. Not even on purpose! But if the force with which his shoulder slammed into her throat was any indication she'd struck a nerve. He on the other hand literally struck her throat and she automatically gagged, releasing his scruff and reeling back as she coughed. If it's all the same I'd rather avoid him thanks." She finally managed to get out, angling herself so his jaws would hit their mark on her neck but she too craned to try and grab the side of his neck as well, if she was successful they'd have made a little circle with their heads. Feeling maybe a little cheeky, or maybe just looking for a bit of punishment Flurry would also toss him a wink, unsure if he could even see it and then would attempt to sweep her forepaw low along the ground, hoping to take his forelegs out from under him. If he went down it would probably hurt her too but what fun was there in a lack of risk? Flurry vs Cináed for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: 1+ Size: Extra large Build: Light Companion 1: Maine Coon, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Water Deer Fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Pronghorn horns - Offensive Skills: Novice Intellectual & Expert Fighter "Speech"

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The guy he was attacking had something the young Hellhound did not expect. While yes, he hit his mark and the pair were chest to chest, Diablo did not expect the older male to pull out a goddamn sword! Diablo's eyes went wide as he quickly did his best to rise up on his hind legs and made a bid to throw his arms around Nao's neck, the sword biting into the hardened leather of his foreleg bracer, but he was still able to feel the sting of it as it managed to cut through and leave a biting cut on his foreleg. He bit back a yelp of pain, especially since he had managed to grab his opponents muzzle and he was unwilling to relinquish his hold on him. Snarling through flesh and blood, his opponent would shove against his chest, but Diablo ignored the dull claws of the man as adrenaline and rage coursed through him.

He had to win today! He swore he was going to lose his shit if he kept on fucking losing! His father was likely to disown him at this rate with all his goddamn failures, though Diablo was unsure whether that would be a blessing or a curse for him...As Nao's claws pushed into his skin due to both males pushing against one another, Diablo could feel them biting in and would surely bleed if they weren't already, but he wasn't willing to risk taking a look. He didn't care, honestly. With a snarl, he sought to tighten his bite and twist his head to the side in an attempt to force the males head to twist down as well. Diablo refused to give the man an inch, not when he had him in such a compromising hold! He had to win. He fucking had to!

Diablo vs Nao for Maim: Muzzle scarring (raid)
Round: 2/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

Regaining control over his flail, Dread grumbles. A job half done, but at least he hasn't lost his grip in the process. Drawing even with his brother, the younger man narrows his eyes. Ears flattened to his skull, a snarl that builds in his chest and throat.

Jerking backwards, he won't allow Kotori the upper hand. Not this time. Shoulders rounding, crystalline fur exposed and sharp. Teeth sinking into Dread's ear, but he wouldn't give his brother the satisfaction of a yelp. Dread grit his teeth instead.

Adrenaline gripping his system... fuck it. In the direction of his brother's skull, he swings his weapon. Sure, he's going for the horns, but there's little control. There's little care, either, only force. Dread allows the moment to take him over, the thrill of the fight, as well. Heart pounding, but fuck it. It's the freest he's ever been.

"Dread"

Dread vs Kotori for maim (horn break)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Flail
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Attack
Companion 2: Tasmanian Devil, Female - Attack
Mutation 1: Thicker crystalline fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: Bulwark

And the winner is...

CALCIO JACK

MOJITO must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: MOJITO: Attack Roll: 90 Defense Roll: 34 Agility Roll: 47 Perception Roll: 30 Total: 201 Attack[90] + 20% Bonus[18.00]: 108.00 Defense[34] + 20% Bonus[6.80]: 40.80 Agility[47] + 10% Bonus[4.70]: 51.70 Perception[30] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 30.00 Total[230.50] + 30% Bonus[69.15]: 299.65 CALICO JACK: Attack Roll: 57 Defense Roll: 5 Agility Roll: 74 Perception Roll: 95 Total: 231 Attack[57] + 20% Bonus[11.40]: 68.40 Defense[5] + 15% Bonus[0.75]: 5.75 Agility[74] + 30% Bonus[22.20]: 96.20 Perception[95] + 10% Bonus[9.50]: 104.50 Total[274.85] + 65% Bonus[178.65]: 453.5

And the winner is...

ASLATIEL

DELUGE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Asia's maim is successful. Totals: ASLATIEL: Attack Roll: 6 Defense Roll: 90 Agility Roll: 54 Perception Roll: 94 Total: 244 Attack[6] + 105% Bonus[6.30]: 12.30 Defense[90] + 10% Bonus[9.00]: 99.00 Agility[54] + 10% Bonus[5.40]: 59.40 Perception[94] + 10% Bonus[9.40]: 103.40 Total[274.10] + 35% Bonus[95.94]: 370.04 DELUGE: Attack Roll: 11 Defense Roll: 32 Agility Roll: 55 Perception Roll: 52 Total: 150 Attack[11] + 40% Bonus[4.40]: 15.40 Defense[32] + 20% Bonus[6.40]: 38.40 Agility[55] + 30% Bonus[16.50]: 71.50 Perception[52] + 20% Bonus[10.40]: 62.40 Total[187.70] + 65% Bonus[122.00]: 309.70

And the winner is...

BOWEN

KENWAY must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: BOWEN: Attack Roll: 60 Defense Roll: 65 Agility Roll: 80 Perception Roll: 100 Total: 305 Attack[60] + 10% Bonus[6.00]: 66.00 Defense[65] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 65.00 Agility[80] + 35% Bonus[28.00]: 108.00 Perception[100] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 100.00 Total[339.00] + 35% Bonus[118.65]: 457.65 KENWAY: Attack Roll: 70 Defense Roll: 89 Agility Roll: 66 Perception Roll: 19 Total: 244 Attack[70] + 18% Bonus[12.60]: 82.60 Defense[89] + 28% Bonus[24.92]: 113.92 Agility[66] + 18% Bonus[11.88]: 77.88 Perception[19] + 43% Bonus[8.17]: 27.17 Total[301.57] + 35% Bonus[105.55]: 407.12

Unfortunately, the much larger male stood firm. The hilt of his sword was soaked in drool and blood by now, still clenched between his aching jaws. Now the two of them were thoroughly entangled in their brawl. As the larger male doubled down, he wrenched his head down to one side. Fine, if his opponent wanted him to move, Nao would move. A snarl bubbled up in his chest, and he sought to follow the arc of Diablo's vicious redirection of his skull. Tightening his grip on the handle of his wazikashi as he ducked down and tipped his head as far to the side as it would go. His goal was to rake the end of the blade across the upper chest and lower neck, praying that this would be the wound that shocked the titan into loosening his grip.

The dainty male wrenched his eyes shut against the pain of those silver capped fangs shredding the flesh around his eyes, and it was decidedly involuntary that his hind paws bit into the earth. If he held fast while his weapon bit into the younger man's flesh, and his grip loosened even an ounce, Nao hoped that he would be able to quickly pull away in that moment. If he got some distance, he could reassess how he wanted to proceed within the raid. He hoped.

"Speech!"

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Nao vs Diablo for Maim (chest scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Wazikashi sword
Companion 1: Melanistic Japanese Macaque, Male - Battle - Boosted
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: n/a

And the winner is...

FLURRY

CINAED must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: CINAED: Attack Roll: 49 Defense Roll: 31 Agility Roll: 23 Perception Roll: 45 Total: 148 Attack[49] + 35% Bonus[17.15]: 66.15 Defense[31] + 30% Bonus[9.30]: 40.30 Agility[23] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 23.00 Perception[45] + 40% Bonus[18.00]: 63.00 Total[192.45] + 35% Bonus[67.36]: 259.81 FLURRY: Attack Roll: 20 Defense Roll: 57 Agility Roll: 69 Perception Roll: 50 Total: 196 Attack[20] + 25% Bonus[5.00]: 25.00 Defense[57] + 5% Bonus[2.85]: 59.85 Agility[69] + 5% Bonus[3.45]: 72.45 Perception[50] + 5% Bonus[2.50]: 52.50 Total[209.80] + 30% Bonus[62.94]: 272.74

And the winner is...

SCALD

Due to not posting within the time limit, ARCTURUS loses by default. They must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid.

And the winner is...

DIABLO

NAO must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Diablo's maim is successful. Totals: NAO: Attack Roll: 28 Defense Roll: 42 Agility Roll: 5 Perception Roll: 7 Total: 82 Attack[28] + 50% Bonus[14.00]: 42.00 Defense[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Agility[5] + 5% Bonus[0.25]: 5.25 Perception[7] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 7.00 Total[96.25] + 25% Bonus[24.06]: 120.31 DIABLO: Attack Roll: 88 Defense Roll: 83 Agility Roll: 100 Perception Roll: 72 Total: 343 Attack[88] + 65% Bonus[57.20]: 145.20 Defense[83] + 30% Bonus[24.90]: 107.90 Agility[100] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 100.00 Perception[72] + 20% Bonus[14.40]: 86.40 Total[439.50] + 25% Bonus[109.88]: 549.38

He broke away from his opponent, a rippling snarl emanating from his throat as the victor was clear. "Better luck next time, old man!" He taunted. Though his opponent wasn't old old, at least not compared to his dad, he was still older than himself. He shook himself out, wincing at the fresh wounds he had now, and the deep cut from the man's sword. He had never seen something like that before...hopefully the next one he attacked didn't have a surprise like that, but he'd find out soon. He turned away from the male, setting his sights on the next closest Valta member and found one. She was small. But damn was she pretty! He knew jack all about these wolves, but he had to admit they had some pretty girls among them.

Without wasting anymore time, he charged toward the smaller woman, his dogs hot on his heels as they snarled and barked. Diablo sought to come in hot toward her left side in an attempt to slam his weight into her and bowl her over, a paw-hand seeking to wrap around her hind ankle as he aimed to try and grab it to hopefully make her lose her balance. Jaws opener, silver caps flashing in the light as he lunged for her scruff.

Diablo vs Bowen for Dominance (raid)
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

Both she and the boy that she'd kind of been fighting fell to the ground in fits of laughter. That laughter increased as he tried to kiss her. In the hilarious heat of the moment, Bowen placed a paw on either side of the patchwork boy's face and planted a kiss squarely upon his lips. He was still laughing and squirming when she started to move away from him.

Pain exploded through Bowen as a huge form barreled into her side. Being so small, she didn't only fall, she flew. The brute that tried to grab her failed with both teeth and paw, considering she was airborne. The caramel and cream fae bounced several times, crashing hard into the ground with a yelp of pain. Gods, she was going to be sore later.

Bishop tucked his wings and divebombed the black and red brute. The raven went for his ridiculous mohawk, grabbing it with talons and beak to try and at least distract the wolf for a moment so that Bowen could regroup.

"Bowen"

Bowen vs Diablo for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Scout

Unfortunately for Scald, his opponent backs down without a fight. Disappointment spreads across his face as he frowns, but shrugs it off and quickly turns to the rest of the commotion. Everyone seems to be doing fine and he almost turns to try and sneak farther into the territory to find the ducks Deluge had mentioned. But unfortunately, once again, Scald notices something that disappoints him. Deluge's opponent is marring her face and while Scald isn't the type to get riled up, something in him gets agitated. Why the fuck was this woman going so far? Deciding he needed to avenge his sister, Scald picks up his pace and charges over to Asla. "Listen 'ere bitch, no one hurts my sista 'cept for me," he shows her a playful bared grin as he closes the distance. Quickly putting on the brake, Scald reaches backward and forcefully pulls quill from his spine. Whirling back around, he aims to jab it into her cheek in a downward dragging motion. Scald Fallen

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Scald vs Aslatiel for Minor Maim (Cheek scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather Gloves w/ Bear Claws
Defensive Battle Accessory: Elf ear hat
Companion 1: Female Roseate Spoonbill, 50" - Battle
Companion 2: Male Scarlet Kingsnake, 20" - Battle
Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Marauder

He hit his mark. But it hadn't gone the way he thought it would. So used to fighting others his own size, bigger, or even close to his size, he had not expected her to go flying clear across the arena. Shit... While normally, he would've gotten one helluva good laugh out of it, he couldn't help but wince as she went flying, bounced across the ground, and then landed. Hard. Woops. He hadn't meant to do that, but what was done, was done, and he wasn't going to stop nor go easy on her. She had joined in the raid of her own free will, she had to have known some of these fights would get intense, no? After all, her own packmate had started the violence...or at least, more than the Raiders had intended on causing.

In his brief pause of "what the fuck did I just do?" He didn't see the bird coming at him until he felt wind across his back and the flap of wings as her bird started harassing him. He snarled and snapped at it, swiping at the damn thing with a paw as he tried (and would likely fail) to knock it away from him. His Dobermans, like synchronized swimmers, moved to encircle the small female. Teeth bared as they eyed her hungrily. Cujo lunged for her hind legs in an attempt to grab one and drag her, though the others waited for Diablo's command...whenever he was done playing with the bird, of course.

Diablo vs Bowen for Dominance (raid)
Round: 2/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

Though larger than she was, Aslatiel triumphed, toppling the grey and pink fae and leaving a nasty scar upon her face. The blonde woman licked the blood from her maw, then turned as a voice called out. His accent was as stupid as he looked while running towards her and Asla sneered, lip lifting on one side to flash a bloodied canine. She was ready. As something arced down towards her face, Asla's falcon divebombed in an attempt to slam into the wolf's muzzle, keeping her master from receiving a face full of quills. Asla had already begun to duck, gauging the boys movements and momentum. She pushed off hard with hind paws, planning to rocket upwards and latch into the side of her opponents face. "Speech"

Aslatiel vs Scald for Maim (Facial scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Kudu Skull with antlers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Armor
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Golden Saker Falcon, Male - Flying
*Companion 3: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Hunter & Master Fighter
Specialty:Knight

Pain radiated through Bowen but she had no time to dwell on it. Bishop had distracted the black and red brute enough for her to stand, but teeth latched around one hind ankle and gave a pull. She stumbled, but was small enough and light enough to hop and keep her footing. Bowen used her long tail to try and trip up the dog enough so that she could release herself from its hold. Suddenly there was enough space for her to jerk the limb free.

Wasting no time, Bowen used her exceptional speed to go careening towards the mohawked brute. Coming in quickly from her left, she aimed to skirt past him and sink her teeth into the joint of his left hind knee. She wasn't trying to damage him irreversibly, but she was trying to bring his big ass down.

"Bowen"

Bowen vs Diablo for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Scout

And the winner is...

KOTORI

DREAD must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Kotori's maim is successful. Totals: KOTORI: Attack Roll: 63 Defense Roll: 69 Agility Roll: 65 Perception Roll: 70 Total: 267 Attack[63] + 80% Bonus[50.40]: 113.40 Defense[69] + 15% Bonus[10.35]: 79.35 Agility[65] + 10% Bonus[6.50]: 71.50 Perception[70] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 70.00 Total[334.25] + 35% Bonus[116.99]: 451.24 DREAD: Attack Roll: 23 Defense Roll: 22 Agility Roll: 77 Perception Roll: 51 Total: 173 Attack[23] + 45% Bonus[10.35]: 33.35 Defense[22] + 40% Bonus[8.80]: 30.80 Agility[77] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 77.00 Perception[51] + 25% Bonus[12.75]: 63.75 Total[204.90] + 35% Bonus[71.72]: 276.62

The little goat horned dog-wolf is vanquished and Calico Jack swiftly returns to his paws with an excited glint in his icy blues. Eyes turn to scan the battles around him and the young man is proud to see that many of the Raiders are coming out victorious… and that is when he spots the earthen-hued leader of Valta. Blood coats the man’s maw as Jack watches him cleave part of Dread’s ear off and rage burns hotly in his veins.

Without a sound, he is moving, cutlass gleaming in the dying light, blood dripping lazily from the edge of the blade as he charges toward the male, ready to injure and maim. Jack comes at him from his right side, long legs devouring the meager distance between them with the ease of a few long lopes and he doesn’t hesitate to act once he is close enough.

Tucking his neck down and to the side, he quickly swipes upward, in a large arch meant to try rake the male’s side or face, if he tries to turn toward him. All the while, Calico Jack does not slow, intending to barrel right on ahead and, if the man happens to be there, to try and slam into him and possibly take him to the ground. A low, threatening growl rolling around the hilt of his cutlass as he goes.





Calico Jack vs Kotori for Minor Maim (right shoulder scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Modified cutlass
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced bandana
Companion 1: Macaw, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Cat, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Marauder & Bard from Jael


"Calico Jack"

OOC: Satira is using her Field Medic specialty to revive Arcturus

Fucking hells, did the rest of Boreas really not have anything better to do than raid Valta all the fucking time?! Satira was getting reeeeeal tired of this bullshittery by now, and judging by the ferocious sounds of fighting as she neared the battlefield around the falls, she could only assume her fellow pack mates were done playing nice as well. The one benefit to having her den situated right at the top of the falls meant easy access to her medical supplies and then a short sprint down to the carnage, and Tira was suddenly in the thick of it. The metallic tang of fresh blood hung in the air, and looking around she could see a number of wolves maimed already. Bloody hell, were they trying to kill the invaders?

As she surveyed the fighting, Satira watched as both her big brother and her massive boyfriend both got downed at the exact same time. The little wolf-dog could only roll her eyes. Boys… Another cursory glance around and Tira watched as her uncle decimated another wolf, tearing his ear off in the process. At least he seemed to be doing better this time around. Tightening her medical bag around her chest, Tira steeled her focus and made her choice, rushing up to her downed brother. Sorry, Ciná; get good scrub. Tira hurried up to her brother’s side and shook her head with a tsk tsk as she fished out a bottle of herbal energy supplements. "Wow bro, way to get your ass handed to you in front of Mom," she teased him, handing him the medicine since she couldn’t reach his mouth with their height difference. "Drink that and do better now, ‘kay?" And with her job as medic done, she turned and headed into the fray.

Satira chose her target: the large patchwork girl who had kicked her boyfriend’s ass. She could respect her fellow lady for smacking down her headstrong man, but hey, she was still gonna get some revenge for beating up her boyfriend. Rushing straight for her, Tira leveraged her diminutive size to navigate through the battlefield undetected until she was almost upon her downed lover and her opponent. "Hey! Nobody beats up my boyfriend but me!" With an only slightly fearsome growl, Tira attempted to rush underneath the larger woman, aiming to use her smaller stature to slip underneath her and start taking bites at her soft underbelly from below.

Satira vs Flurry for Dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Hidden blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Front Leather Wraps
Companion 1: Peregrine falcon, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Leopard, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Field Medic

"Satira"