And the winner is...

TAMSYN

GIMLI must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 24 61.95 79.8 11 GIMLI'S total is.. 212.1 Adjusted rolls: 56.7 27 114 74 TAMSYN'S total is.. 271.7

And the winner is...

RECLUSE

DUNKAN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 8.8 56.35 45.15 60.5 RECLUSE'S total is.. 196.42 Adjusted rolls: 20 46 71 15 DUNKAN'S total is.. 156.6

Having laid out her opponent the behemoth took her time to breathe and rest. She watched the others as they carried out their battles. In the mean time, she was waiting for a second opponent. Sirius was already on his second battle and the scarred woman was raring to go. Tamsyn had won her fight and Resin couldn't explain just how proud she was of the little woman. She would make sure to tell her just how proud later.

Dunkan had lost his fight and, with his opponent still standing, Resin took up his place. She nodded to the pale girl. "Well fought." Growling tones rumbled free. With her stamina regained and her second wind reached, the woman squared her big body and rushed forward. Curling her neck downward, she would attempt to slam her skull into the forehead of the young woman. As always, she was loathe to use her teeth unless the battle was real. In this case, she would simply use her bulk and her power.

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

Resin Scarpaw vs Recluse for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year.
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Side-striped jackal, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Side-striped jackal, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Serrated fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Losing wasnt very concerning in this situation, this was a practice, not a real Raid. Her body hurt, and a lot of bruising rested on her body. The old woman had given pretty nasty blows and Hela could just bear them. Her left front paw hurt more than the rest at the point of having a slight limping. Maybe it was time to go to the healers. Sighing she limped away, with expression calm, and posture still confident despite her defeat, maybe next time she shouldn't be so lenient, next time she would destroy her enemy. More training should be taken, but anyways she was more of a diplomat than a warrior but still, she wished to stand above all else. -exit- "Speech"

Dunkan Sarcova "SATISFACTION IS RESERVED FOR THE NONCONFORMIST." Blood crept blood from the nasty bite he got on his scruff, a piercing pain erupted through his body due to not just the wound but the initial collision they went through. He was sore and it hurt a bit to breathe but his facade remained serene, he had to take on the pain, a warrior had to. But even if he lost, he still felt well as this was his first time and he did learn a lot, hopefully, more chances will come in the future. His mentor came, taking his place and her words came through his ears but he didn't know who she was talking to, but maybe the one who defeated him and not him. Resin has been a mother for him, and if she got upset about his defeat he would need to work harder. Without saying anything he left their side with pain upon walking and there he went to the healers to get some aid. Exit "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

Killian felt pain in his chest from slam and let forth a growl. He was able to rear up to grapple her the babe reacted quickly. Suddenly his opponent sat down and his attacks went un-purchased. Fangs snapped air and his paws hit the earth. Though, before he could do anything else Cala came forth, antlers first, as his ribcage. With flattened ears and a growl the male aimed to dart to his right. Paws dug into the earth he felt the antlers hit the side of his rib cage rather then the sensitive under bits. - In a hopefully fluent motion the larger male would aim to barrel into the lower girl shoulder first. Hopefully with his evasive move he'd be able to slam a shoulder into her side and get her to the ground. Killian Klein vs Calamity Klein Abaraxas for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A

Upon approaching his opponent there were a number of events. As Plague moved to slip by Sirius he felt a hook at his forepaw. A growl could be heard as he stumbled slightly. Suddenly he was face to face with a snarling cat and fangs dug into the skin of his hackles. The younger male snarled back at the cat, rearing away from his hopeful bite. Blood would paint his hackles due to his opponent's fangs. Plague took only a moment to focus on his breathing and hone in on the fight. Suddenly he would aim to twist around himself to face his opponent head on and lurch for a bite at Sirius upper right shoulder. Plague's goal was to get at least some damage done to the titan without feeling the wrath of his ferocious feline companion. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Sirius Fatalis for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

They broke apart for a moment and Recluse spotted an older woman approaching, she swipped her tongue across her fangs, watching the pair. She allowed the male to flee before her and bit down her resentment that this woman wasn't going to give her a chance to face her sister in proper combat. She rolled her shoulders, if she was going to take that choice from her then Recluse hoped she wouldn't mind if she let her anger out a bit. There was little warning the bigger woman slammed her head into Recluse's forehead, she reeled with a snarl, her ears pounding and head throbbing. Recluse pulled her lips back, her anger flaring even higher. Fuck this bitch! Recluse launched herself upwards, jaws parting to try and grip the older woman's neck just below the jaw. Lilith quickly moved from her perch on the girl's neck to try and slide up the top of her skull, hoping to add to Recluse's hold with one of her own on the older woman's snout, still no venom but she could feel the anger rolling off her lupine companion.   Recluse Ithuriel-Klein vs Resin for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: 1 Year Size: Large Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Black-necked spitting cobra, Female - Attack Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: N/A speech think action

Art by Akage-Kitsu

The girl seemed to have a bee under her tail and Resin sighed inwardly. Most wolves were so incapable of controlling their emotions and it was tiresome. She had seen the wounds on Dunkan as he slunk off in defeat. It was obvious that this girl forgot the definition of the word 'practice.'

As Recluse attempted to bite under her jaw, the more experienced woman extended her neck upward, lifting her front paws off of the ground just the slightest bit. Instead of sinking into her jaw, the teeth sank into her shoulder. The coils of scar tissue would keep the bite from going as deeply as it would upon unmarred skin, but there would still be blood. Tensing the corded muscles in her spine, she would force her paws back to the earth. Ignoring the snake entirely Resin would attempt to curl her neck around that of the young woman. If successful, she would drop her full weight onto the pale girl with hopes to slam her to the ground and crush her.

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

Resin Scarpaw vs Recluse for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year.
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Side-striped jackal, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Side-striped jackal, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Serrated fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Toxicity'a bite hit its mark, bittersweet blood trickling across her teeth and onto her tongue. Tox made sure to not dig too much farther. The point that needed to be made had been made: the opponent left a key spot open. Neither eolf was here to disembowel the other and while the ultimate goal was still to win the fight, it would do neither wolf nor their respective packs any good if they had lasting injuries.

Banshee's teeth cut into Toxicity's skin yet again, right in their inteneded spot, causing Tox to suck in a sharp breath. She reminded herself that this was only mortal pain. Much less than she had entured in the past. She could still do it. The weight of the other wolf pushed down on her, her bent knees struggling to hold their place.

Toxicity kicked off, dropping her back legs to a sitting position while trying to push her upper half upwards. Simultaneously she released the pressure off of Banshee's back paws. All this was an attempt to use the wolf's force againt her and send her rump over head toppling to the ground.

Toxicity worked on driving

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Banshee Klein for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

SIRIUS

PLAGUE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 45.15 29.7 76 80 SIRUS' total is.. 288.56 Adjusted rolls: 16.8 56.7 96 91 PLAGUE'S total is.. 286.55

And the winner is...

CALAMITY

KILLIAN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 8.8 58.8 100.8 60.5 CALAMITY'S total is.. 228.9 Adjusted rolls: 49 63.8 15 99 KILLIAN'S total is.. 226.8

She felt a little thrill of excitement when she realized that for the first time she had actually managed to secure a victory. She stumbled back from the male that had challenged her and she offered him a small nod and a grin as a silent 'well done'. He hadn't made it an easy fight and she was very happy about that. Of all the ways for her to get her first win in a real fight this seemed like an awesome way to do it. Turning her attention away from the male as he left the temporary battle field, she began to search the crowd of remaining wolves for another opponent. She was a bit bruised from the tumbling and knocking around she had gotten, but with just a light bite on her side she still felt fully prepared to fight again. The excitement and adrenaline surely had something to do with that as well. It was hard to tell if there was any remaining opponents without someone to fight among the flurry of activity around her, but she stayed ready in case someone surfaced or if someone freed up from the fight they were currently in and were still ready for another round. She kept up her defensive stance and waited eagerly to see if she could get another fight in for this raid.

Roan watched patiently as the first round of fights raged on. Ashen hadn’t brought quite as many wolves as the Armada had defending. He wanted to rematch the young Prince Plague, but it seemed like he would be facing the boy’s sister. As Calamity took her victory over Killian Roan stepped forward to take his place against the yearling. His huge form approached the antlered girl with a neutral expression and defenses set. He wouldn’t hesitate to take the first move.

As she disentangled from Killian Roan would make the attempt to charge at her. With his massive weight the silver marked warrior aimed to crash into her right shoulder and throw her off her feet. He already knew from experience not to underestimate the children of the Empress, he had the scars to prove it.

Roan Bearkiller vs Calamity for Dominance
Round 1 of 2?
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Novice Fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Recluse's fangs missed their mark, landing instead in tough scarred flesh. Recluse growled and tried to bite down harder, knowing that even with the tough exterior you could easily take advantage of old wounds, especially in places that connected to moving limbs. Lilith seemed to have missed her mark and the snake quickly escaped as much as she could, dropping to the ground and slithering away, not wanting to get in the way anymore. The older woman wrapped her head around Recluse's neck and then slammed her weight down. Recluse grunted as the sudden weight pressed down on top of her. She released her hold and started to try and back peddal, ducking her head to try and escape from the woman's hold, and then bring it up quickly while under the woman's jaw. Still her limbs buckled some and she was very much in danger of being crushed under the woman if she couldn't get free. Recluse Ithuriel-Klein vs Resin for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Black-necked spitting cobra, Female - Attack Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: N/A speech think action

Art by Akage-Kitsu

And the winner is...

BANSHEE

TOXICITY must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Toxicity: 193.05 Rolls: 5 20 92 68 Adjusted Rolls: 5.25 21 92 74.8 Banshee: 327.42 Rolls: 96 59 42 67 Adjusted Rolls: 120 61.95 42 73.7

- nyx

Toxicity felt as she was bested. She was not the most practiced fighter, although she knew she needed to work on that even more now than ever. "I give," she yielded a little bitterly. No ill will was held towards her opponent. "Good fight."

There were still opponents out there, but Toxicity knew she was beaten here. She would rescind her aid for now, having learned many things from her fight. She wished to improve and to perhaps come again to Banshee again for a rematch when she was tougher physically. Maybe Banshee would even be someone she could reach to for physical lessons in the way of fighting one day. She gave a courteous nod and backed away from the field, her time was up here.

And the winner is...

RECLUSE

RESIN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Recluse: 291.35 Rolls: 54 51 44 81 Adjusted: 59.4 58.65 46.2 89.1 Resin: 281 Rolls: 77 57 47 23 Adjusted: 111.65 62.7 47 23

- nyx

As the pair battled, something went awry. Resin's foreleg, the one that had been shattered by the bear, gave way beneath her own weight and she crumpled to the ground in pain. It was a good thing that she was headed to the ground already. The girl had managed to get out from beneath her and so would not be crushed. As she struck the ground, the big woman winced, lips curling back to flash gritted teeth. The pain in her foreleg was red hot. In the fury of battle, the younger wolf may not have noticed her opponents pain, and so Resin spoke in her growlish tones. "I yield." She was not ashamed of it. Winning one battle on her injury was pushing it, but winning two? The universe was telling her to slow down.

Slowly, and with great care, the defeated woman got to her paws, but was unable to put weight down upon the injured leg. A tripod, she would hobble off of the battlefield and back to her den, skirting wide around the healing area. Iolaire could see to her later.