Another call fell upon the demon's ears. Miach perked up as the essence of a challenged was swept into the brisk spring air. Despite being pretty detached from the ongoings of the packs the male found it interesting to observe the big brawls. Perhaps it was a way to cope with his own mental dilemmas. Watching others so publicly humiliate and take down others offered him a bit of a reality check. At least he wasn't a petty side liner spewing theatrics from his jowls at the sake of others demise.

The crimson ghoul made his way to the battlefield. The run wasn't long for he had been staying around the north. It seemed despite there being a plethora of action in the south all the good stuff happened at the battlefield. Miach walked into the area with a neutral stance. His red Praetor gaze fell upon the spectators as he moved to sit near Torin. He avoided eye contact with the Abraxas bunch. He figured they had much bigger fish to fry today. "This shall be interesting."

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As the two collided Ty felt his challenger’s body meet his in a thunderous collision that would certainly leave bruising, but pain was of little consequence to him now. As his fangs sank into Hannibal’s back he reset his defenses to match the compromised position. Although his front right leg was active he kept his hind knees bent and spread equally apart, his paws spread and his cleat-like claws digging into the earth for added support, his ears remained pinned to his skull,and eyes narrowed as he raised his nose in a snarl, and tightened his core in an anticipation for an attack to his underside while he raised the fur around his neck to add an extra layer of cushioning to any throat attacks the albino might make. His flexed the paw of his left front leg, and would attempt to drag his left paw down Hannibal’s right side along the path of the albinoid’s ribs, attempting to scratch the pale man and attempting to bring his left front leg down to the ground for extra stability. With his fangs digging into Hannibal’s back, Tyranis would attempt to use the the muscles in his neck to move his head to his [Ty’s] right in a sharp pull, hoping to worsen the damage of his [Ty’s] bite and possibly drag Hannibal slightly to the right side to compromise the albino’s footing. As Hannibal’s paw came down, Ty’s right arm raised and bent at the wrist,in an attempt to jab his carpals against the pale man’s sternum below the radius of Hannibal’s left leg, and near the middle of Hannibal’s chest in an attempt to wind or stun him but not ruling out the possibility of breaking one of the man’s ribs. The chest to chest bump did little damage with their chests already in such close proximity to each and Ty’s larger size but he didn’t rule out the potential for bruising later, he would attempt to square his hind legs regardless just to keep his footing . As Hannibal raised his head to place his bite on the lightning king’s back the cobra revealed herself; like a flash of lightning she unfurled from Tyranis’s neck gliding over his sleek fur with her 50 inch body, her hood raised, aiming toward the Hannibal’s left eye seeking to either strike the pale optic and blind him or force him to break away in fear [counter] Tyranis vs. Hannibal for Pack Challenge Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 39" Build: Medium Notes; Speech Thought

He returned to the battlefield after his brief trip to Abaven. He had tried to be as quick as he could, but by the time he arrived, Tyranis and Hannibal had already begun their fight. Cloud watched them, though his gaze occasionally wandered to those gathered. There were faces he didn't recognize, but the scents told him that many were here in support of the albino snake. Even the male that had taken him prisoner was here in support of him, something that confused Cloud. What had Hannibal told him to gain his favor? He shook his head. He supposed it didn't matter now. He moved to stand away from the opposition, but close enough to where he could jump into action should someone try to jump his brother when all was said and done. Call it paranoia or wariness, he just wanted to be ready for whatever might come. As he continued to watch, he noticed that both of his sisters were present, and he had to admit he was quite surprised. He decided to make his way over to Corentine and stood beside her as they watched the fight at hand. "It's been a while," He murmured. He glanced at her, a half hearted smile on his lips but it didn't last for more than a few seconds as the heat of the fight went on. Wish it could have been under different circumstances though..."

The fight had started and she found herself gazing down at her paws and gently attempting to lean into Brandr. After seeing her mother, finding out the bad news, and now watching another rip into her brother was just a bit much emotionally for her. She hadn't had the proper time to process things and more was beginning to pile up that would need proper processing. How much had they missed? She hadn't seen Ty in years, when he left Abaven to form his first pack. They were still young then and now she almost felt like she was looking at two complete strangers battling. Gold eyes shifted to look back up as the two males collided with one another. Then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to her right to see Cloud approaching her. Her tail would wag in a quiet greeting as he sat on the other side of her and his voice would rumble that it was good to see her. He gave her a bit of a smile before looking back to the battlefield. His second sentence made her ears flatten slightly and she would quietly. "Despite the circumstances, it's good to see you Cloud and maybe when this all settles down we can catch up?" she said looking back to him. She would then gently nudge Brandr to pull his attention to them. "I believe you have left before Brandr had come to Abaven. Cloud this is my mate Brandr Scylding. And Brandr this is my brother Cloud and the dark furred male in the field is my brother Ty if you remember him," she would introduce before looking back to the fight. "Talk" "You" Think

Initially, he hadn't been sure if he wanted to go watch the fight called for his nephew. As much as he felt inclined to ignore it and let his nephew learn the hard way, part of him couldn't ignore it. After finding that Cloud had come to Abaven for a few moments, Ace found himself following his other nephew to the battlefield. With his foxes in tow, the trio arrived to find the fight had already started. Crimson gaze watched Tyranis and the male he had met before. It was a curious sight to see the one who had been taken prisoner fighting for the pack, and although he didn't know what had been going on within Ero, he came to the conclusion that Hannibal and Tyranis were far from friendship. He made his way closer to Cloud and Corentine, though some distance apart as he watched the fight. Would his nephew remember some of the things he had tried to teach him? Despite his misgivings about the boy and his ways, especially under Elias' influence, he stood in silent support. Ace didn't see Elias nor had he scented any sign of him at all in recent times, much less since their own fight on the mountain. Could it be his brother did abandon his son once again? Ace didn't doubt that one bit. And had tried to warn Ty...still. His quarrel was more with his brother, and he hoped Ty knew by now that he only wanted what was best for him, even if he did often sound like a broken record. The demons his brother adamantly believed in didn't exist. Did Tyranis know that now? Good luck. A silent encouragement, but one nonetheless. Ace wasn't one to hold a grudge without good cause. Tyranis, after all, had not been the one that murdered Domina, nor had he raped anyone as far as he knew.. "Speak"

Deathbelle received a promising grin from the Klein heir and she felt the gentle curve of her smile shift to show off her pearly teeth. The ivory splashed woman lowered her haunches to the ground and waited for the challengee. Her ears and eyes were open though, and she watched the man who had marched behind her brother with a weary eye. Bright amethyst eyes touched each stranger as they appeared, and she felt herself prickle at the words spewed by the fanged giant. She took her brother’s lead though, he didn't react so she would remain an silent observer. However she wouldn’t forget either.

As the battle truly began Belle found her gaze falling on her full blooded sister. Her gaze widened slightly in pleasant surprise as Aeona noticed her from across the field as well. She didn’t know the languid woman beside her though. She gave both a quick nod of acknowledgement. With another quick sweep of the crowd her gaze returned to the whole reason of her being here. She stood proudly, watching as Hannibal fought to rebuild their kingdom.

Tyranis lowered his front left leg which allowed a flexed paw to glide down Hannibal's right side. Due to the thickness of Hannibal's pelt there was very minimal damage done with the dramatic movement but some lingering scratches would be evident with small stings of pain. They were easily the least of the albino's worries. In a flash the pale male ensured his defenses were still locked and loaded. Eyes were narrowed to avoid any airborne debris or teeth. Black and white ears flattened against his skull to make them a lesser target. Hackles remained raised despite the current grip Tyranis had on his neck region. Hannibal's two toned tail was aligned with his spine for balance. His lips were curled upward to expose sharp ivories. Elbows and knees remained bent for added balance. His weight was evenly distributed between each leg as well. Hannibal was ready for the continuation of the fight with focused breathing and a clear mind. With a remaining grip on Hannibal's upper back the Praetor successfully tugged the albino's head to Tyr's right. The movement caused Hannibal to tense up at his own flesh was further dug into and ripped. A seething growl bubbled within the depths of his throat as the albino dug his own paws into the earth for stability. Tyranis' head movement did not cause Hannibal to lose his footing but it definitely made the already occurring wound to worsen a fair bit. Blood dripped from the throbbing wound, each movement from Tyranis only caused more aching pain to ring through Hannibal's body. At this point in the fight adrenaline was kicking in and flowed through the enraged veins of the pale ghoul. Though, with the larger male moving Hannibal's head to Tyr's right this would cause the location of the albino's own attempt at a bite to change rather significantly. Hannibal's head was moved closer to Tyranis, therefore as the Snake struck it's serpentine fangs met the smaller male's right scruff just behind his right ear. A twinge of pain was felt but it was nothing like the pain coming from the Wolf bite on his upper back. Meanwhile Tyranis moved his right front leg upward and jabbed his carpals into the center of Hannibal's lower chest. A dull pain to the sternum bone was felt which would inevitably lead to a bit of bruising. But, there was no bone breakage nor severe damage. With the flurry of movement Hannibal was much more concerned about getting his own attacks in and avoiding the Snake. Hannibal was worried about the Snake having access to any of his sensory bits. Eyes, ears, nose, etc. In order to protect these bits the male decided it was time to aim a bit lower. The Klein attempted to move his head forward and downward in hopes to land a bite where Tyr's Pectoralis and Deltoid muscles would meet around the Praetor's upper left shoulder joint.  Hannibal's upper jaws moved to his own right in attempt to sink into Tyr's left Deltoid while the lower angled to the pale beasts left in attempt to sink into Tyr's left Pectoralis. This attempted bite from the smaller male may result in more ripping and tearing of his own upper back, but the albino was desperate to try and inflict some more wounds to Tyranis. Hannibal's proposed bite was intended to cause some severe damage to tight leg muscles while also maybe loosening Tyr's grip on Hannibal's upper back. - As Hannibal attempted a bite, the piebald would raise his front right leg upward with haste before attempting to slam it back down on Tyranis' front left paw. The purpose of the attempted paw slam would be to pin Tyr's front left paw to the earth to immobilize it, while maybe even breaking some of the toes in the mean time. HANNIBAL vs TYRANIS for Pack Challenge (Erovrare) Height: 35" Build: Medium 2/3 Hannibal Speech

It hadn’t been so long ago that she had stumbled upon this place, but it wasn’t long before she caught the scents of her siblings. Full or half, she didn’t notice, or care. The only thing she wanted was to find them, and that was made so much easier when an all too familiar call sliced through the air. It was faint, showing that the summoner was far, and the call was not for her, but she would answer it with her presence anyways. Hannibal. It had been a long time since she’d heard his voice, or seen his face. She would waste little time in rejoining her blood, and if her was here, that meant there must be others.

The battle was already well underway. She was unsure of who was pulling ahead so far, but she could never doubt her brother’s abilities. She had no doubts he would come out on top, so she moved to stand where she noticed one of her sisters stood. Deathbelle, not of the same mother, but they both descended from Hamiclar, and the both stood behind Hannibal. Aeona was there as well, but she rested beside another woman that Shiba did not recognize, and was not in the mood to meet. She only wanted to see her family, and to watch her brother win.

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Table Code by Madi and Alice ;; Picture by Kara

Then they went on to say the pearly gates

An unusual man with massive teeth made a comment to the challenger that caught Brandr's attention. His eyes flicked back to the Abraxas man. So now they were enlisting others to do their dirty work? He shouldn't have been surprised. That man had seemed quite content to try and use Sparrow as a puppet ruler of Abaven rather than stepping in and just ruling himself outright. Why wouldn't he use yet another wolf? Brandr grit his teeth.

The approach of his mate would pull him out of his thoughts and he reached out to return her gentle nuzzle. He sought to meet her eyes and noticed that something seemed to be troubling her. "Darling, are you alright?" He said softly. They were approached by a black and white male who addressed Corentine. He glanced questioningly at his wife as she addressed the man as 'Cloud'. She went on to explain that the man was her brother. He dipped his head. "A pleasure." Brandr nodded. "Yes, I dimly remember Tyrannis. I had no idea he had a pack." Brandr remembered the little pup he'd come across when hunting prairie chickens. He'd grown well but had clearly seen the violence of the world. Brandr's eyes glanced at what was left of the man's missing tail.

had such elegant graffiti

OOC: starting this post close to the beginning since he should have gotten here sooner >.<

Grimly Odysseus strode onto the field and made his way towards the challenger. He hoped this challenge went better than the last and that the rabble, still sated by the chaos of the first challenge, chose to stay home this time. As for the fighters themselves...Odysseus didn't care one way or the other who won. The dynamics of those involved were a mystery to him and though he found the shift from captive to challenger suspicious, Odysseus was forced to concede that he was an outsider with an outsider's knowledge; he knew little of Tyranis besides his questionable mental state, knew nothing of Hannibal and hew knew nothing of Archon besides the fact that he once controlled Abaven.

He shot a disapproving glance at Chaos for his comment but was pleased when the attempt to rile up the challenger went unnoticed by the challenger and his supporters. Good. Let this one go smoother than the last. The way he saw it, Abaven had been lucky to escape the last one without a war. Granted, this time there would be no chance of Abaven getting involved. Odysseus made a point to keep an eye on Acere. He wasn't sure of the man's motives this time around, but if it looked like he was going to start something Odysseus was going to kill the scheme in the cradle on Abaven's behalf.

As a representative of Abaven Odysseus stood on the sidelines some distance away from the groups that appeared to be in support of one party or the other. Abaven was neutral on this front so even if he hadn't been, Odysseus wasn't about to take sides.

Fiery orange orbs were focused on everything that was happening before her, Hannibal was tooth to claw with Tyranis The pain throbs in my guts as the scene unfolds before the bronze mistress, it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. This particular moment in time, it was going to build the foundation of tomorrow. They did not plan for it, they certainly did not dream it but it was happening whether they liked it or not. She did not know what Hannibal or Archon had in mind however she knew she was going to stand by her mate decision for a brighter tomorrow even if it felt like someone has their hands in there and are squeezing her organs.

The sensations lessened only when her gaze fell upon a familiar femme she had encountered not long ago. Aeona Klein, Hannibal's half-sister. She was not particularly fond of this woman nor did she hold any ill nature towards her either, in all honestity, she was neutral of her existence. She offered a nod in her direction as she approached to take a stand by her side and kindly point towards another of the Klein siblings she still had to be made acquainted with. A nod was given towards the other female which she learned her name was Deathbelle. Fitting for her appearance of beauty and danger.

Her gaze lingered on the two siblings for a moment more before focusing her attention towards her prior engagement. Hannibal was worthy of her complete attention since, after all, he was fighting for his family and that included both Kleins and Ithuriels now. There was a chance that this situation will be turned intotheir favor and then the Golden Goddess will make sure to stand by Hannibal right as his rightful Queen. After all they endured together and the arrival of their first litter she had no doubt that her place wa at his right wheather he won or lost the battle.

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He was happy to know his sister was doing well. Happy, that she was happy. "I would like to catch up some time after this, yes." He kept his gaze on his brother's fight as he spoke. Hoping his brother would be able to pull through and secure a victory. Both wolves seemed evenly matched, however, and it was difficult to say who would stand the victor. He did intend to catch up with Corentine later. Perhaps after he ensured Ty was alright after this whole ordeal. If he lost today, especially after his children having been taken away even if just for a little while, he worried that his brother would fall further into the pit of depression. He had been far too focused on the fight and worrying about his brother and seeing his two of his sisters again that he hadn't immediately noticed the man sitting next to his sister. When Corentine started to introduce them, Cloud's attention turned towards her and her mate. Cloud wasn't surprised that Corentine had found a mate. She was a beautiful wolf, after all. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy. Just as he did with his brother, but it was a fleeting feeling and it didn't linger for long. Tyranis had children, but no stable mate. Corentine had a mate...did she have children too? A quick sniff test determined that she likely did, but he would wait until she decided to announce that instead of mentioning anything. "Nice to meet you, Brandr. Yes, I might have been gone before you came to Abaven. I ended up sneaking out to hunt and..got lost after that," He shrugged, though a sheepish grin managed to worm its way onto his face. When Brandr commented that he didn't know Ty had a pack, Cloud's ear flicked with thought as his gaze wandered back to his brother. "Yes, it's his second time as an alpha. He tried once when we were yearlings, but it didn't quite work out. I'm sure it was the pressure, being so young and leading. I was Ty's second in command then, too. And there was...a lot of pressure on both of our shoulders at the time." He wouldn't mention the real reason. That was his brother's business, after all. His gaze moved again to find Derecho sitting pretty close to someone he didn't know. Wondering if she noticed him and Corentine. If she didn't, that was okay. His nose worked well enough that he could catch the faint scent of a pack on the pair, and he sort of knew where the pack was. He would of course, remember to track her down later and see how she was doing. "Derecho looks happy," he mused while slightly leaning into Corentine's shoulder. It felt...nice...to have the comfort of his sister during trying times. "SPEAK"

The snake opened her mouth, whipping her body to make a hasty retreat having done her part to aid Tyranis. With blood filling his mouth and running down his throat Tyranis could feel a rush of demonic energy overtaking him, that may as well just have been the sensory overdrive of adrenaline. He rechecked his defenses; toes splayed, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, fat and fur rolling over his scruff, his knees bent and hackles raised. He made no immediate move to loosen his jaws from Hannibal’s back to maintain his defenses until the male moved to bite down on his right shoulder. He would then attempt to open his jaws wide as his back legs attempted to kick out seeking to move his hips to the vacant space toward his own right and his head toward Hannibal’s left attempting to put himself at a 45 degree angle from Hannibal ; using his larger size to his advantage he would attempt to sink his fangs into the zygomatic arch and orbit of the left side of Hannibal’s skull, hoping to land his bottom fangs into Hannibal's left eye while his top fangs would attempt to fall over his crown just before his left ear with the intention of severely injuring his opponent. He, however, had no intention of abandoning the wound he had made on the other man's right side. He flicked the snub of his tail upward, signaling his winged companion to move in, and with a flurry of wings and talons Moses swooped toward the red stain on the right side of Hannibal’s pelt, attempting to drive his sword-like beak into the ravaged flesh and worsen the wound more than Tyranis already had. Subtly Tyranis attempted to roll his right shoulder forward, as he swung his back legs toward the man's left side. As his fangs sought Hannibal’s skull he attempted to slam his own right shoulder into the left side of Hannibal’s throat with the intention of choking him out. Hannibal's fangs tore through the muscles on the slate male's chest, leaving moderate lacerations as Tyranis moved but didn't allow Hannibal to hold a grip on his flesh. Hiis sudden movement meant that Hannibal’s paw would miss its intended mark and hit the outer toe furthest from Tyr’s chest on his own left. The move sprained his toe and would no doubt prove to be painful in the next few days, but for now all the lightning king could think of was creating more bloodshed. Tyranis vs. Hannibal for Pack Challenge Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 39" Build: Medium Notes; Good fight Kara! Speech Thought

Blood stained the battlefield as the two brutes went at it. As soon as Hannibal had moved in for his bite to Tyr's left shoulder where the pectoralis and deltoid would meet the larger Wolf began to move his rear legs towards Hannibal's left making it difficult for the albino to get a good grip. The pale brute was able to create a few moderate lacerations to his opponents chest but that was all. Hannibal's paw slam had only been mildly successful as well for he did not expect his opponent to move away so quickly. The piebald was able to make contact with only one of Tyr's toes, which was only a fraction of what Hannibal had intended but he would more then happily take the tiny victories. Though, there was not much time to think of the pale beasts short comings for it was time to really buckle down and focus. Hannibal ensured his defenses remained strong and steady. The piebald's tail was shot straight out to align with his spine. Injured hackles remained raised. Lips were curled upward exposing bloody fangs and eyes lids narrowed to protect that pristine pale gaze. Ears flattened to his round skull. Hannibal ensured his stance was even with his weight distributed evenly between each leg. Elbows and knees were bent for balance as well. The pale brute maintained steady breathing even as the adrenaline flowed through his hot veins. Tyranis seemingly stood at a 45 degree angle with his rear pointed towards Hannibal's left. Hannibal was ready to react as he witnessed his opponent move his larger head towards Hannibal's left and open those massive jaws. The pale behemoth swiftly aimed to launch his front two paws from the earth with a hefty grunt. Hannibal attempted to raise his front left leg high enough to slam the paw back down on Tyranis' upper back just below the shoulder blades upon the spine. Hannibal hoped to inflict hefty bruising to his opponent's upper back and maybe even inflict some moderate pain to Tyr's spine. Hannibal redistributed his weight to his hind legs to ensure his own balance.Meanwhile, due to Tyr now standing at a 45 degree angle, Hannibal's front right leg would have to settle with Tyr's left upper chest as a target. The albino's front right leg attempted to bat against Tyranis' sternum to perhaps inflict a few scratches with the downward motion or even bruising. Due to Hannibal's movements Tyranis managed to land his attacks but in different locations then what was previously intended. Tyr's bite towards Hannibal's left eye landed upon the pale creature's left upper humorous. The bite caused Hannibal to tense in pain once again as rippling growls flowed through the battlefield. He could not ignore the severe pain that was brought forth. Fang entering flesh was not something one could so easily ignore. Blood dripped from Hannibal's upper chest as his lips thinned in frustration. Tyr also managed to slam his right shoulder into Hannibal's lower sternum which caused for a pang of bellowing pain to travel down the alabaster beast's belly. Hannibal had to really focus on his breathing in order to recover without taking his mind out of the battle. The albino pressed his hind legs into the dirt in order to maintain his balanced stance and not be shoved back by Tyr's brutish assault.. This was not the end of the albino's suffering for he had been so caught up in his own assault he had forgotten his former King had a bird. Moses made himself known with flapping of wings as talons and beak punctured the wound that was already on Hannibal's upper back. The pecking and ravaging caused the albino to groan in pain and eyes nearly clamp shut. Such an attack would easily leave the pale beast with lasting scarring as it would likely have a hard time healing. Blood trickled down Hannibal's back in result, further staining his pristine white fur. Tyranis vs. Hannibal for Pack Challenge (Erovrare) Height: 35" Build: Medium 3/3 Hannibal Speech

GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER But the devil always won... The irony of his name was not lost on Harbringr. Being the youngest of Hamiclar's first litter and now he was late to arrive in the new lands called Boreas. He was not much a harbringer of anything it seemed but that was fine with him. He was something of a stubborn creature at times and he'd been loathe to leave his homeland despite the tragedies that had befallen it. Even knowing that Hannibal sought to find new lands with which to continue their empire. On the first true day of spring he had decided that with the earth declaring it time for a new beginning that he would declare a new beginning as well. A new beginning in a new land. He would follow Hannibal, but first he had to find the man. He'd spent the first few weeks exploring these new lands when a familiar voice rang out from the Battlefield. He smirked. Seemed his eldest brother was wasting no time. That suited Har just fine.  He trotted swiftly to the call and arrived just as the battle began. He hung back at first, examining the gathering of wolves and the new scents that accompanied him before he spied his half-sisters Aeona and Deathbelle. Grinning he walked over to them. "Our brother is putting on quite a good show, don't you think?"

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Torin nodded as Derecho spoke, following her gaze to the black and white woman across the field and he couldn't help but chuckle, he could see the family resemblance. He gave the pair a quick nod from across the way. "I'm sure they'll be time for introductions and catching up afterward if you want." He cooed, gently nosing at Derecho's cheek. In truth, he had a burning interest in learning more about her family and meeting them, he'd only ever met Tyranis and while the man had left an impression he didn't really see any of his gentle sister in the man. His attention was momentarily drawn towards the appearance of the man in question. Speak of the devil. He mused but then his attention was once more drawn away, his cousin appearing.

Torin allowed some naked shock to mar his face. He knew Miach had come back to Lirim but he hadn't seen much of the boy at all and he was filled with so many questions about his aunt and the rest of their family, and the pack she'd left to join but he kept himself from bombarding the poor boy, instead quirking a brow at him and smiling slightly. "It's good to see you." He muttered, turning his attention back towards the fight.

Original Coding by Shelby

TYRANIS vs HANNIBAL for EROVRARE ROUND ONE Tyranis: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: Attempts -1”He stood at a 10-foot distance from the albino male...” For this to work it should have been established before the first fight post or been agreed upon by both players with an OOC note saying so. 4/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “Tyranis intended to slam the small pocket of flesh between Tyranis's neck and his shoulder...” I think this could be a bit clearer. Is this part of his chest, the shoulder joint, or the top of his shoulder? -1 While there is a sizable height difference, given that the fighters appear to be off center (with Ty further to Hanni's right) and they aren't chest to chest since Ty is trying to strike Hanni's nose with his right upper chest/neck/shoulder, I don't think he could reach all the way around Hanni's neck and still be able to reach all the way past/below Hanni's shoulder to bite his spine. -1 what part of his left arm is he using to lock onto Hanni's shoulder? Is he grabbing with his paw? Hooking his foreleg over the top of Hanni's shoulder? Positioning -1 How is he approaching Hannibal? Head on? At an angle? -1 If they are facing one another, how can the right side of Ty's head be next to Hannibal's? I realize there's an ooc note in the next post fixing this, but I can't take that into consideration here. Same with the deduction below. -1 How can Ty's left foreleg reach Hanni's left shoulder? 7/10 for Attacks: +2 for shove +3 for bite +1 for paw swipe +1 for grab 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for ears flattened +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for widened stance +1 for raised hackles +1 for lowered head 10/10 for Injuries: None Status 10/12 for Experience: +5 Expert Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Tyranis' round one total: 50/62 Hannibal: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 3/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 More detail is needed about Hannibal's chest slam. The chest is a fairly large area; is he using his whole chest to push against Tyranis' whole chest? His upper chest against the middle of Ty's? Positioning -1 “...quickly turned his head left and downward.” Whose left? -1 “...under the eye where the cheek and neck meet.” I'm not sure what you mean here since only part of the cheek and no part of the neck are under the eye. -1 “Hannibal snarled as he aimed snapping jaws towards Tyr's left...” His left what? There's a difference between reaching towards Ty's left side and just reaching towards Ty's left (Hanni's right). Remember, judges can't make assumptions. Damage -1 How severe is the bite wound to his upper back? General -1 “....while his tail moved to a neutral stature as well.” In my mind a neutral tail position is one that requires no effort to maintain, so hanging down, which isn't a defense so I think this statement could be clearer. -1 “Wether he came in contact with Tyranis' front right leg was up to the opposing Wolves movements.” This is worded in such a way I can't tell if this is an attack or not. 5/10 for Attacks: +3 for bite +2 for shove with chest 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for weight distributed +1 for bent legs +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for lowered head 10/10 for Injuries: Moderate bruising to right side of face Moderate bite wound to upper back (severity assigned by judge) Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 4/5 for Health: Pack member? No Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round one total: 45/62 ROUND TWO Tyranis: WRITING 7/10 for Power Play: Attempts -1 “With his fangs digging into Hannibal’s back...” As this is a new round you should have attempted to keep a hold of Hannibal’s neck in addition to trying to worsen the wound. General -2 “...to either strike the pale optic and blind him...” Companions are not allowed to attempt maims. 7/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “Hannibal’s right side along the path of the albinoid’s ribs...” Which ribs? Damage -1 how severe is the bruising Ty got from the collision and where exactly is it? -1 “...but he didn’t rule out the potential for bruising later...” Damage needs to be decided during the fight so did he or didn’t he bruise there? 3/10 for Attacks: +1 for “punch” (no maim point because of lack of realism) +1 for scratch +1 for snake bite (no maim point because this is a companion attack) 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for widened stance +1 for bent knees +1 for pinned ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for raised hackles 8/10 for Injuries: -1 moderate bruising to right side of chest (location/severity assigned by judge) -1 for light bruising to center of chest (damage/severity assigned by judge) Status 10/12 for Experience: +5 Expert Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Tyranis’ round two total: 45/62 Hannibal: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 What happened to the bite Hannibal was seeking in the last round? Did he still try to bite Ty? Did he miss completely? Damage -1 How severe is the worsened damage to Hannibal’s back? -1 For not stating the severity of the snake’s bite. Even if it’s little more than tiny puncture wounds, as a judge I need to know the severity of every wound. -1 “A dull pain to the sternum bone was felt which would inevitably lead to a bit of bruising...” How much is a bit? 5/10 for Attacks: +3 for bite +1 for paw stomp +1 for severity 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for raised hackles +1 for tail raised for balance +1 for legs bent 5/10 for Injuries: -1 for minor scratches to ribs/minor puncture wounds -1 for minor bruising to sternum (severity assigned by judge) -3 for bite wound to upper back - damage upgraded to severe (severity assigned by judge) Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 4/5 for Health: Pack member? No Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round two total: 43/62 ROUND THREE Tyranis: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: 0 This is just an observation so no points deducted here! You don’t have to attempt to let go of an opponent. 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks Positioning -2 What is the vertex of the angle Ty is hoping to achieve? I’m taking 2 points from this because without this information the rest of the paragraph is difficult to follow. Angles in general are tricky in fight posts and I try to warn people away from them in most cases. Movements -1 If Ty is only swinging his back legs towards Hannibal’s left side where is he getting the forward movement to slam his shoulder into Hanni’s throat? You mentioned Ty moving his head towards Hanni’s left but that is the only mention of Ty’s front half moving. If he’s doing more than that it should have been stated. Damage -1 “Hannibal's fangs tore through the muscles on the slate male's chest, leaving moderate lacerations as Tyranis moved...” Where on his chest? Did Ty’s movements change where Hanni’s teeth landed? 8/10 for Attacks: +3 for bite +1 for severity +2 for bird stab +2 for shoulder throw to throat 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for splayed toes +1 for pinned ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for knees bent +1 for hackles raised 7/10 for Injuries: -2 for moderate lacerations to chest -1 for sprained toe Status 10/12 for Experience: +5 Expert Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? Y Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Tyranis’ round three total: 51/62 Hannibal: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 6/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “The albino's front right leg attempted to bat against Tyranis' sternum...” What part of his leg is he using? His paw? Damage -1 How severe is the damage Hanni took from Ty’s bite? Remember, pain and damage are not the same thing. -1 What damage did Hanni take to his sternum? How severe is the injury? -1 How severe is the wound on his back now? 2/10 for Attacks: +1 for grip with foreleg +1 for swipe with foreleg 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for tail aligned with spine +1 for raised hackles +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for pinned ears +1 for weight distributed 5/10 for Injuries: -2 for moderate bite wound to upper leg leg/lower left chest (severity assigned by judge) -1 for moderate bruising to sternum (severity/damage assigned by judge) -2 for the severe wound on Hanni’s back being worsened (severity assigned by judge) Status 8/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Intellectual +5 Expert Fighter 4/5 for Health: Pack member? No Unhealed event status? No Unhealed fight status? No Hannibal’s round three total: 40/62 Totals: Tyranis: 146/186 Hannibal: 128/186 And the winner is... TYRANIS! Hannibal must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: Both: All bruising - 3 ooc days All moderate damage - 1 ooc week All severe damage - 2 ooc weeks Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For both: Good fight, guys! All of my notes are in the deductions above! - By Lazuli

Aurielle Adravendi

The Spirit watched as, gradually, more wolves filtered in, either to watch or stand by either fighter. A smile came to life as Torin arrived, with a lovely black and white female at his side whom he introduced as Derecho. A fleeting grin crossed her face as she noted the bond between the two, and she privately hoped that this meant she’d have little cousins to visit in the future. “Spirit of Valhalla, now. I made changes in the pack, including ranks and the name of the Pack. Same locations, though. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Derecho.” She corrected Torin, smiling as she addressed the woman—she hadn’t missed that flicker of jealousy before Torin had introduced her. Caelia arrived, and soon after, Aurielle noted Artur’s arrival, and the disdainful manner in the way he looked at the gathered crowd. The challenged male had arrived by then, and the fight burst into motion, but she leaned toward Caelia as he eyes scanned the crowd for any that she might recognize beyond Torin, Artur, Caelia herself, and Derecho. Murmuring just loud enough for Caelia to hear, she said, “This,” she indicated Torin and Derecho, “is Torin, Kaliq or Alpha of Lirim, one of our allies. Derecho, the lady with him, is a member of his pack. And of course, you see Artur, I’m sure… Pay attention to how these wolves hold themselves. There’s a difference between simple arrogance, and actual alpha-ship, and it shows in our bearing and even our scent. See if you can pick out the alphas in this gathering. Torin, do you know anything about vthe contenders, per chance?” Her own eyes were still roving the spectators as she posed the question to her cousin, a smile falling upon her features again as she nodded toward Brandr. Her eyes shifted to a male she’d heard mocking the challenger, and her head cocked as she spotted his teeth, ears perking ever so slightly. Sabers. Similar to her own. The markings and attitude marked him out as a wolf her father had described in detail. An alpha, and a bit of a rabble-rouser and trouble-lover. A wolf to keep an eye on. Chaos. He'd been, in some ways, an entertaining nuisance in the past. But a nuisance could become a threat if given an idea for it. Her eyes flicked to the wolf that had come with the challenger, noting the markings and considering. Based on the descriptions her father had given, and with the knowledge that a lot of times, markings ran in families, she wondered if the male might be one of the Abraxas. Perhaps she could ask Brandr—after all, the male was right there to ask… Not to mention, he seemed to be giving the male dour glances. The fight raged on, and she watched, both the fighters and the crowds, ears taking in the snippets of conversation and storing them at the back of her mind. Torin’s reaction to a male with crimson eyes caught her interest and she tilted her head curiously in silent question, half hoping he’d fill her in. She’d not met any of her other cousins but him. She knew of her aunt Zuriel, of course, and what had befallen the woman to bring about her first litter—her father had made certain to drill it into her mind to trust her gut around strange males, with her aunt as the example, unfortunately enough. The scent she could catch among the many gathered, though, did suggest this male was of the Adravendi family descended from Erani. A glance back to the fight brought with it a realization that the challenger had failed in his bid to take the pack he sought, and she studied the surrounding wolves to make not of their reactions. Who would be jubilant, and who would be upset by the failure? Those who had stood to support the albino piebald male would no doubt be upset… They had seemed like the over-confident ones, cocky in their sureness of his victory. All of this would be worth making note of and she glanced to Caelia to be sure she was paying attention. Later, on the way home, she would ask the young woman what she’d noted. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

It was rare for the young healer to make her way to the battlefield. She hadn't considering doing so until near the end, and she bustled into the arena now to see it full of strangers. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen so many people in once place before, and her eyes flickered to and fro as she glanced with curiosity upon them. She wondered at the sum of knowledge that could be found here, amongst the collective mind of strangers. Imagine, for a moment, imagine a gathering like this, brought together with the desire to learn, instead of to harm. This fancy fled her thoughts as her eyes fell upon Hannibal, the handsome white knight bloodied, locked into battle with another man, a stranger to her. She fretted as she watched the tail end of this conflict. Concerned, the young healer seated herself not far from the fighters, her herb sachet held close to her battle. She was anxious to offer her aid, to help her friend or his adversary. As much as she wanted to prioritise the albino knight, her ideals wouldn’t allow her to do so. She would help whichever one needed it the most. ""

Archon grumbled to himself as the what man was bested. What had he expected? He wasn't totally sure anymore, but he was at least somewhat sure Hannibal could hold his own. Maybe Tyranis had been training. Oh well, none of that mattered. Archon would have his shrine one way or another. One defeat wasn't enough to bring down the godly man. The other wolves didn't matter to him. They were merely here to devour the drama in their otherwise dull and meaningless lives.

Archon aimed to step around Hannibal disdainfully, motioning for Obi to come forward. If you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.

"All this for the shrine. How long will you continue to try and evade the inevitable?"

For now he would leave the man with something to remember him by- for something to remind him of his resistance against God.

Archon braced himself, ready to launch at Tyranis the moment he reciprocated. Archon really wasn't a fighter that he could remember, but it felt more and more like God was calling him away from his simple life of a mortal scholar and more toward someone active and vicious- the teeth of God himself.

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Archon vs Tyranis for removal of left ear
Round 0/?
Size: Dire
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Obi Mon Kinobi- Battle