I Don't Want Peace
Maims Ahoy
Anger. When in her short life had she ever felt such anger? Siduri wanted to bite. She wanted to tear. She wanted to destroy. Where was all of this anger coming from? As Siduri stalked back and forth on the battlefield, head lowered, shaking every now and again as though to rid herself of cobwebs, she thought about it.
It had started with Flurry. Her sister had shown that she was lacking in Raider spirit. That had infuriated Sid. Then Jael had taken her fight with the Ethne bitch. That fight had been hers. HERS! A low growl pulled from the pastel girl as she paced and ruminated. The fury within her refused to dissipate. It grew and grew until she was sure that she'd explode. Throwing her head back, Siduri released a call for battle that was more scream than howl;. Her teeth itched and she needed to sink them into something.
The crimson youth was still exploring his newfound passion. The clash with that uncouth girl, the man with the mohawk, all of it had ignited and fed something ravenous, something entirely new. It was an unfamiliar sensation, an insatiable craving to rend and taste metallic essence upon his tongue. What was driving him? What was this inexplicable urge? It gnawed at him, compelling him to action. Arriving at the battlefield with a glint in his golden eyes and a calculating expression etched upon his face, he seemed almost feral.
Hearing the summons that sounded likeā¦ a scream, he yielded to its pull. Baring his teeth, he assessed his furious opponent, a snowy figure he vaguely found.. pretty? But his instincts surged, propelling him forward. His jaws snapped, seeking to pierce the smaller girl's shoulder. It was an all-out onslaught as he grappled with feline claw fittings, driven by an unrelenting thirst for blood that clouded his every thought. And somewhere, in the distance he heard a purring, a feline hiss that urged him on demandingly.
Redrum vs Siduri for MAIM (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
It felt as though it took ages for an opponent to find her, but finally the gods smiled down upon the girl and a lump of red flesh appeared before her. Their energies melded with an electric crackle. Both young wolves were full of anger, their mental cups overflowing. It was hard to focus, but Sid could feel it. The red ones anger thrummed, resonating with her own. It was time.
As the boy rushed her, Siduri prepared herself. She was equally kitted out in clawed bracers which she used as she sidestepped, lashing out with one sharp set of claws with the intent to trip him up and cut into his long legs. Sid could feel the burning in her shoulder where his teeth had grazed her but the adrenaline was too high. The anger too thick. Her vision ran red and Siduri was gone. Someone else took her place. With teeth and claws, she continued to fight.
Siduri vs Redrum for maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over one.
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Claw Bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel Armor
Companion 1: American Badger, Female, Battle
Companion 2: American Badger, Male, Battle
Skills: Master Healer & Master Fighter
Specialty: Knight
Redrum's onslaught succeeded in earning his tongue a small reward in the form of his fangs grazing her shoulder. But it was a short lived victory as he staggered from her sidestep, and she seized the opportunity, closing in on him while his balance was skewed.
That distant call had turned into a roaring in his ears, a shiver running up his spine and he felt the sensation of being watched, stalked, about to be ambushed.
Her claws raked searing valleys across his legs like razor-sharp talons. Red rivulets of his blood splattering into the ground, complimenting his fur. He released a guttural snarl, whirling, aiming to sink his teeth into her scruff and shake her. He saw even more red through tunneled vision and the pain was like a distant sensation, just like that hissing that now deafened him had begun as.
Redrum vs Siduri for MAIM (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
The bloodlust that coursed between the pair of them was making both adolescents a bit sloppy. Sid's swipe to the boys leg landed, but it didn't cut as deeply as she'd planned. Her claws were still stained with blood though, so that was good enough, she supposed.
A guttural snarl left the boy and he spun, teeth sinking into the back of the pastel girl's neck. Pain burned through her like the self same lava that had taken the fur of her leg. Planting her hind legs, one foreleg came up to swipe hard at the boys knee and hip. It was the only thing that she could really reach from this angle.
Siduri vs Redrum for maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over one.
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Claw Bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel Armor
Companion 1: American Badger, Female, Battle
Companion 2: American Badger, Male, Battle
Skills: Master Healer & Master Fighter
Specialty: Knight
Redrum | Siduri must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Redrum's maim is successful. Totals: Siduri: Attack Roll: 51 Defense Roll: 5 Agility Roll: 6 Perception Roll: 93 Total: 155 Attack[51] + 35% Bonus[17.85]: 68.85 Defense[5] + 35% Bonus[1.75]: 6.75 Agility[6] + 5% Bonus[0.30]: 6.30 Perception[93] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 93.00 Total[174.90] + 25% Bonus[43.72]: 218.62 Redrum: Attack Roll: 98 Defense Roll: 48 Agility Roll: 34 Perception Roll: 32 Total: 212 Attack[98] + 35% Bonus[34.30]: 132.30 Defense[48] + 20% Bonus[9.60]: 57.60 Agility[34] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 34.00 Perception[32] + 20% Bonus[6.40]: 38.40 Total[262.30] + 10% Bonus[26.23]: 288.53 |
The clash intensified as their equal bloodlust fueled something primal within the two. With each swipe and snarl, they danced on the edge of savagery, their senses sharpened by the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins.
Redrum's teeth sank into the back of her neck, and he shook and shook, uncontrollably so. The deafening roaring in his ears was too much, his eyes were looking but they were not truly seeing. Muscles convulsed, a primal growl reverberating in his throat as her flesh yielded to his feral assault.
Then, with a single gulp of blood, he released her. Wide-eyed, his golden gaze filled with astonishment as he withdrew, retreating from her in disbelief. Shock coursed through him, mingling with the intoxicating rush of adrenaline. With a gravelly voice, he whispered before swiftly departing, his heart pounding with exhilaration.
Yet, his words lingered in the air. "Next time."
-Exit-
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
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