OOC:  Pyralis is doing a bad. Gossamer gets the first fight and then I figure Sirius is gonna go for a force claim but if anyone else wants to jump in and do some spectating/fire fighting go for it.

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Saturated in alcohol and bad intent Pyralis poked at the dying fire nestled in her cart. She leaned over, breathing softly and beckoning the flames back to life so she could use them for a spot of fun. The party had gone well, drinks, races, fights but it wasn't enough for her. Being so near the Armada border Pyralis couldn't pass up the opportunity to raise a little more hell.  Had she asked her captain's permission? Pffft. Nope. Pyralis may have been old but she was willful as ever and would never have the loyalty for another that she held for herself.

Seizing a sizeable branch she clasped it in her jaws, dipping it in pitch before tipping the stick into the embers and watching with delight as it caught fire. Pyralis' lips drew back slowly in a wicked grin distorted by the flames lighting one side of her face. She then stalked westward.

Pyralis walked right over the border into the Armada, a swing in her step.

The winter air was dry but there were still patches of snow here and there from the last snow storm. Pyralis had no idea how the grass would burn. Only one way to know. Humming to herself she tipped her head letting her fire loose onto the brown grasses, watching into delight as the grass took the flames.

Gossamer was out on patrol. She'd been having trouble sleeping courtesy of their noisy neighbors but considering her shift started in an hour anyway she figured she'd get up and run a few training exercises before walking the borders. Eventually the noise died down and the hush of dark descended on the plains. All was quiet, until it wasn't. Gossamer saw something bright ahead and as she got closer she suddenly realized there was a fire in the plains. Without wasting a moment she tipped back her head and howled a warning for her pack mates.

In that moment she saw something amidst the flames, a large and muscular woman turned to look at her, a torch held in her mouth. Anger contorted her face as she realized the fire was no mere accident but intentionally started by a trespasser. "You bitch! What is the matter with you!" Gossamer set her defenses and dove toward the stranger. Her jaws flung wide as she attempted to bite onto the left side of the woman's face and snap her jaws closed so that her saber fangs could rip severe lacerations on the trespasser right down to the bone.

Gossamer vs Pyralis for Maim (facial scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet and coif
Companion 1: Fox, Female - Battle (Boosted)
Companion 2: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Knight

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis was entranced by the flames, watching them spread and grow as the breeze wafted through the grass. She heard a howl and turned to see a dark youth with saber teeth who yelled and charged at her Pyralis dropped her torch down into the grass at her feet, licking the taste from her mouth in preparation of the taste of blood. The pirate sprang forward, leaping over the burgeoning flames at her feet as she charged to meet the youth half way. Pyralis was eager for the pain but not intent on letting her face get shredded so easily. She reared up on her hind legs and sought to slam her left shoulder into the girl's awaiting jaws. At the same time Pyralis rotated her head, which was now out of the way of the girl's attack, sharply to the left. She sought for her fangs to land on the outer corner of each of the girls eyes so the pirate could snap her jaws together and shred the girls face and maybe both her eyes as well.

Pyralis vs Gossamer for Main (facial scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year ( but you can barely tell ;D )
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur

Fire? Fire in the grass lands? His bird told him thr story and he went running full speed towards the commotion. He arrived to find a cart, an intruder, and Gossy.
"Get 'em Gossy!" He cried, even if his younger sister was breaking the rules. As the girl took on the intruder, Mortis threw himself at the fire. Luckily it was still small and hadn't gotten far in the chilly winter grass. He began to beat at it with his wings. Smothering and suffocating it. Ignoring the way it burned his feathers. The pack came first, the pack had to come first. He stifled hisses and yelps as he put out the flames until none of the fire remained. Then, trembling and exhausted he turned his attention back to his sister, and the wolf that didn't care who got hurt so long as she got the thrill of burning things down.

He turned his attention to the cart and started to disassemble it with some well aimed kicks. Holding his singed and hurting wings limply at is side.

Gossamer's howl was faint this far south in the plains, though the slumbering alpha's companions were on wide alert and caught the sound. The toucan pecked swiftly at her ear and Zee rocketed to her feet, the tail end of the call a lingering echo in the air. Sirius was out hunting and Zee had no way of knowing how far from the border he may be or if he'd be able to get back in time at all even if he did hear the alarm. Time was of the essence, and she wasted no time crossing the plains from where her daughter's call had came. It was a lot to take in, her monochromatic yearling daughter was in a fierce brawl with a much older stranger while her winged son was making quick work of a nearby cart. Plummets of smoke were still visible in the cold air - there had been a fire, and while it appeared to have been quickly controlled Zee could only assume that it was the reason Gossamer was savaging the trespasser. For a brief moment Zee considered jumping into the battle, her momma bear instincts setting her rage ablaze as soon as she saw the ferocity with which the stranger fought. While she wanted desperately to lend a hand to her daughter, the two wolves were too deep within the match and her intervention might be just the distraction Pyralis needed to get the upper hand. She forced her gaze from the battle towards Mortis, blowing out a steadying breath and eyeing the singed and drooping wings he bore. "Mortis, what happened?" Had he even been here long enough to know what had transpired here? Understanding that the cart must be of some importance, she slid in beside him and began to assist in it's destruction - occasionally glancing up worriedly toward Gossamer to see how the fight was developing. "Speech"

Gossamer inwardly swore as the older woman shifted. There was very little time to move but Gossamer was able to adjust by twisting her head farther to the side. Her fangs sank deep in the older woman's upper arm, right into the deltoid. As she twisted Pyralis fangs cut the left side of her, right across temple but she'd take the wound. She had a deep hold on the older woman. Certain in her strength Gossamer coiled her back legs and kicked off hard seeking to wrench her head and twist the deltoid muscle right off the trespasser. As she moved she worked to keep her defenses as set as she could, knowing Pyralis would retaliate at any moment.

Gossamer vs Pyralis for Maim (facial scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet and coif
Companion 1: Fox, Female - Battle (Boosted)
Companion 2: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Knight

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis groaned at the pain in her arm as the girl bit hard into her flesh. She growled in frustration as her attack failed to land as she hoped but with the girl's fangs in her arm the Armada child was vulnerable. A sick grin split across her face as she dove for the left side of Gossamer's throat which was exposed when the girl rotated her head. Pyralis hoped to get a good solid hold from which she could strangle the young warrior right into unconsciousness and seize her victory. She was enjoying herself immensely. It had been long, far too long, since she'd had such a vicious match. Whatever the outcome Pyralis was filled with a manic delight at the violent chaos erupting between her and her opponent.

Pyralis vs Gossamer for Main (facial scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year ( but you can barely tell ;D )
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur

And the winner is...

Pyralis

Pyralis' maim is successful. Gossamer must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Gossamer: Attack Roll: 30 Defense Roll: 7 Agility Roll: 22 Perception Roll: 58 Total: 117 Attack[30] + 95% Bonus[28.50]: 58.50 Defense[7] + 40% Bonus[2.80]: 9.80 Agility[22] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 22.00 Perception[58] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 58.00 Total[148.30] + 25% Bonus[37.08]: 185.38 Pyralis: Attack Roll: 73 Defense Roll: 2 Agility Roll: 26 Perception Roll: 71 Total: 172 Attack[73] + 25% Bonus[18.25]: 91.25 Defense[2] + 15% Bonus[0.30]: 2.30 Agility[26] + 25% Bonus[6.50]: 32.50 Perception[71] + 10% Bonus[7.10]: 78.10 Total[204.15] + 55% Bonus[112.28]: 316.43

Gossamer realized her mistake to late as she felt fangs at her throat. A flash of panic caused her heart to race as she realized it was getting harder to breath. She released her grip on the older woman's arm, trying to gulp in air while she pushed her arms forward, trying to swat at Pyralis' eyes. If she could just blind this bitch! Gossamer continued to struggle, desperately seeking a way to gain the upper hand. Her companions were locked in combat with Pyralis' and out of the corner of her eye she could see Ásta struggling to get to her. That was the last thing she saw before she slipped into unconsciousness.

-exit via unconsciousness-

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis savored the squirming and the thrashing as Gossamer tried to pull her throat away from Pyr's fangs. Eventually the girl was lost, dropping limp to the ground. Pyralis licked the blood from her lips and chuckled darkly. "Oh, dear, pooooor thing." She glanced over at the wolves destroying one of her carts and simply shrugged. Sparrow had been gone awhile and Pyralis had made other models in the throes of her obsessive insanity. "You can have it if you like. Build your own fire, maybe we can have a fire war! Flaming chariot races!" She stalked toward the two wolves, the one with the wings and the one with the horns. Oh they both looked delicious. Who did she want?

"Gossy!" Mort cried in distress, watching as his sister went down. Wondering, now that it was too late to change things, if it had been a mistake to leave his sister to fight the enemy alone. Grimacing at the pain shooting through his wings, he gave the cart one last angry shove. Cracking wood beneath his paw as he jumped over the rubble to race towards Gossy. He wanted to get to his sister, but that fire-starting maniac was in his way. He gave Gossys prone body a pained look, and then dove into battle. Racing towards Pyralis with his heart hammering in his chest. Feeling frustration and bewilderment that this wolf would come here with the intent of hurting their pack, his sister. Hurting them. Why? What if the fire had raged out of control, destroying their grassy territory? What if the pups had gotten caught in the blast? He couldn’t fathom it. He couldn’t fathom a wolf that would have such little consideration for the lives of others. He didn’t bother with words, he needed only to repel this danger from their pack. He unsheathed his claws, as he aimed to slam his left shoulder into the intruding wolf’s right shoulder, and attempted to slash the claws on his right paw across the other wolfs left paw/ Mortis vs Pyralis for Expelling out of pack Round 1/2? Age: Over 1 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Speech"

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis' eyes shifted eagerly between the two wolves as her body swayed. Suddenly the winged man charged for her. Yes! Yes! Her defenses set swiftly in her eagerness for blood shed. Pyralis kicked off hard to meet her attacker, seeking to shift her body to the left so that her right shoulder aligned with the youth's center line. Doing so brought her out of line of his left shoulder and she sought to throw her right shoulder hard into the underside of his neck, seeking to strike the trachea. At the same time her jaws lunged forward as she sought to catch the base of Mortis' right wing in her jaws, where it connected to his body. She wanted to shred his flesh and cripple the strange limb. As she was keeping in close proximity she couldn't dodge the man's claws. They struck her chest, ripping significant lacerations down her front, spilling her blood out onto the grass and snow.

Pyralis vs Mortis for Freedom/Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year ( but you can barely tell ;D )
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur

He had dashed towards her, and when he hit he found her shoulder in his throat. It hit just to the side and didn’t crush his windpipe. His heartbeat picked up as he realised this was the first time in a very long time he had found himself in a serious fight. Mortis wasn’t a fighter, but he was a protector. All he wanted to do was get to Gossys prone form. He was never going to forgive himself for not jumping on the fight immediately. Fool that he was, he never picked aggression as his first option. His wings, aching and sore as they were, were still a main fighting component for Mortis. He aimed to thwack the bone ridge against his opponents head as she aimed to attack the base of his wing. His claws once they found purchase dug in. Attempting to distract her as he aimed to grab the back of her neck in his teeth. Mortis vs Pyralis for Expelling out of pack Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Speech"

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis slipped to the side in her bid for the man's wing. She was aiming for where the wing connected to the side of the body, the nice fleshy part with all those useful tendons that enabled its movement. She continued her assault, pushing along is side in her bid for the wing. This shift in movement dislodged his claws and the club of his wing missed as her head shifted to catch the limb at the joint. As she moved Pyralis felt the saber fangs clip the back of her scruff but as she was moving to the side the movement brought her out of range for the bulk of the attack. The scratches on her chest ached but she drank in the pain like a fine wine, reveling in the feeling of aliveness it gave. She was old, but she was not dead yet.

Pyralis vs Mortis for Freedom/Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year ( but you can barely tell ;D )
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur

And the winner is...

Pyralis

Mortis must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Mortis: Attack Roll: 29 Defense Roll: 13 Agility Roll: 71 Perception Roll: 4 Total: 117 Attack[29] + 90% Bonus[26.10]: 55.10 Defense[13] + 10% Bonus[1.30]: 14.30 Agility[71] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 71.00 Perception[4] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 4.00 Total[144.40] + 40% Bonus[57.76]: 202.16 Pyralis: Attack Roll: 50 Defense Roll: 7 Agility Roll: 43 Perception Roll: 73 Total: 173 Attack[50] + 25% Bonus[12.50]: 62.50 Defense[7] + 15% Bonus[1.05]: 8.05 Agility[43] + 25% Bonus[10.75]: 53.75 Perception[73] + 10% Bonus[7.30]: 80.30 Total[204.60] + 55% Bonus[112.53]: 317.13

Gossamer fell and Mortis ran to intercept the assailant. Everything was moving so quickly and before she knew it she was at Gossamer's side, dragging her large child away from the continuing fight and beginning the basic first aid assessment she was trained in. The knowledge that her daughter was alive and that she would seem to stay that way brought a choked sob to Zee's throat and she took a moment to merely hold the girl and feel her strong heartbeat. Her face would be scarred forever, but the intruder had not managed any further permanent damage. It felt like mere seconds of comfort had passed before Mortis' heavy frame hit the ground and Zee looked up in surprise at the sound. He lay crumpled with his burned wings outstretched and she felt her heart seem to stop as she stared down blankly at her defeated heir. She could not take long to absorb the result before Pyralis seemed to be moving - ready to saunter away from the pack she'd intruded upon, burned and attacked. Zee peeled reluctantly away from her unconscious children to meet Pyralis with tooth and claw. The alpha had not considered returning to combat since her capture so many seasons ago, but the anxiety and trauma was momentarily shoved aside by the raw rage of a mother who'd watched two of her children harmed. She threw herself at the older, taller woman with her head tucked, her thorn-wrapped horns aiming to jab violently into the pirate. "Speech"

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

A dark laugh gurgled out of Pyralis mouth as she released the boy's wing in victory. She licked the blood from her teeth once more and staggered back panting. She turned to look at the horned woman, bent over the form of her unconscious daughter and grinned wickedly before eyeing the woman's horns. "Nice rack." She barked out a laugh, amused by her own joke and so caught up in her self-amusement she almost missed that the woman had her horns lowered and was charging. Snarling, Pyralis crouched sharply, belly almost to the ground as she twisted her head to the side, seeking to catch the front of Zee's face in her jaws, hoping to duck the horns and snag the top of the woman's muzzle.

Her horns did not meet their mark, and though lesser skilled wolves might bite at the thorn-wrapped mutations in panic to try and control her head, Pyralis was experienced enough to readjust and aim for her muzzle instead. The much larger woman was almost of an even size with Zee now that she crouched so low, though the differences in position did give the smaller woman an advantage in agility. From the way her head was angled she saw the crouch and aimed to change tactics, pulling back her head and neck as she skidded to a halt before Pyralis, and intending to meet the larger woman's bite with her own. She kept her head straight as Pyralis' twisted to the side, aiming her upper jaws to land across the older woman's cheek or perhaps nearing her eye. She knew she risked damage to her lower jaw if she miscalculated at all, but in the heat of anger Zee was not concerned what maims might come to her and only wished to inflict the most amount of suffering possible to her opponent.   OOC: Feel free to PP a hit to lower jaw, as Zee's kind of.. not protecting it at the moment haha. "Speech"

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

The smaller woman was quick and Pyralis was forced to adjust with limited time to do so. As Zee moved for her face Pyralis tweaked her attack just slightly and snagged the woman's lower jaw in betwixt her own. While she stopped the movement of the lower, nothing she could do would stop Zee's fangs from shredding her right cheek. Blood spilled free and the wound stung sharply but Pyralis was not deterred. She kicked off hard with all four legs, seeking to slam her chest into Zee and pin the smaller woman beneath her larger form. She could hear Alkali calling to her, the hawk keeping an eye out on the proceedings below. Pyralis was focused on the task at hand, defeating this woman and then… well, something, she'd figure out something. She always did.

ooc: feel free to pp having Zee pull free. I think if she ducks clear down at this point Pyralis is going to go flipping right over her