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Jovi of Shadows rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 4, 4, 2
Total: 13 (5-20)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:51 pm
 It hadn't been more than a day since his encounter with the strange Stormborn, but it seemed fate had her paw in his business. Of course, they'd seen each other from across the sparring sands, and of course Don was more than willing to make good on his threat from earlier.
What he had not been prepared for was the other lion charging past all the other spars that were going on and barrel straight the hell into him without much warning. Don now found himself sprawled out on the sands, the fire maned male jumping back to his paws and preparing what looked like another attempt to lunge at him.
This would not be tolerated. A snarl ripped across Don's maw as he rolled away from the incoming paws, a loud smack being heard as sand was sent spraying at him. This was personal.
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Jovi of Shadows rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 4, 1, 2
Total: 12 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:52 pm
 He wasn't sure what possessed him to charge straight into the fray without so much as a word being spoken, but it had happened and there was nothing Bál could do about it now. In fact, the only thing he could do was keep up the attack and hope to the gods the other guy didn't get a hit in. He looked mad. Really mad. Now, it wasn't exactly great etiquette to slam into someone, but hey, this was sparring grounds, things happened. And he wouldn't lie... it felt good to hit him like that.
Unfortunately his second attack missed, and a sudden dread washed over him. Bál wasn't exactly a reaver, and though he'd trained and sparred for most of his life, he was seriously considering that this guy could mess him up. He'd been part of Ru's triumphant band, so he obviously had some fighting skill to him, and now he'd gone and pissed him off. Great idea.
The only thing he could do now, was fight and win. Or else get his backside handed to him by an Outlander. Not a pleasant thought.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:05 pm
Footing regained, Don was quick to gain the upper paw while his opponent was still distracted with the failed attempt. For a large lion he was somewhat lithe compared to your typical heavy-boned Stormborn, and able to move when he put his mind to it. This was such a time. The golden lion drove himself forward, thick muscles in his hind legs propelling him in a quick lunge, and outstretched claws swiping at his foe as he passed him.
Now, this was a spar, sort of, so Don wasn't aiming to do much damage; but, that didn't mean he wasn't going to make the other guy bleed for his transgression. Because seriously, screw him. Don was manly enough to get straight into the fight without complaint for the sneak attack, but it had earned the stranger some nasty cuts to the shoulder.
For some reason, he just rubbed Don the wrong way. And for some reason, the usually calm Don really wanted to pound his face into the dirt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:19 pm
He would have called that a lucky shot, but the sting to his shoulder clamped his mouth shut and forced him to pay attention to his opponent. There was no room for jeering here. Not in this spar, if you could even call it that. Claws and teeth were not very common in spars, at least not to Bál's knowledge. Granted, he was no reaver, not yet, so maybe that's how they did things?
The large Stormborn settled himself, rolling his shoulder to loosen the now tensed muscle, and aiming to ignore the pain for now. He would deal with it later. The pale-faced Outlander was already on the move again and Bál needed to prepare for his next attack. Or maybe, he should make the next move. It seemed to work before, so the young lion decided he'd be sticking with the tactic that proved fruitful.
Digging his claws into the hard earth, he erupted forward, thick arms outstretched to catch the Outlander in a grapple. He was Stormborn. He had to be stronger than this guy. No doubt about it. ... Right?
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:31 pm
They'd apparently had the same idea, because the both of them went crashing into each other. Don managed to angle his shoulder just enough to catch his opponent in the chest, though it earned him a heavy bite to his neck in return. Luckily his mane was thick enough to take the brunt of the offense, but he still felt it. Just like he was certain the fire maned male felt the knock to his ribs.
They'd clashed for some moments, grappling against each other's strength to control the fall, but ultimately the two of them wound up separating before one or the other could use their weight to pin. That was fine. Don would need to watch out for the other's strength, as it seemed fairly well matched to his own, and he didn't favor head-on clashes. No. Don was smarter than that. He always had been.
Like any spar there was no room to sit back and think, so Don reacted according to the situation and the two tested each other's defenses before going back in for another try.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:23 am
He'd been banking on over powering his opponent, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. Bál never could tell with outlanders. Some were weak and fragile, having not lived life among the brutish Stormborn, others were hardy and had no trouble holding their own. The golden lion was about his size in height, but not as thick, so Bál had naturally thought himself stronger. As it turned out, he was just slower to react and maneuver.
The young lion's eyes narrowed, forced to think about his next move rather than jump in and rely on strength alone. It wasn't his style. He liked pommeling someone with power and getting the job done. His opponent seemed to be watching him as well, looking for weak points, and it made the fur on his back stand on end. He didn't like being looked at as a target or 'prey'.
He decided to go for it. To take a risk and end this dance of testing each other. Bál lunged forward, jaws snapping in hopes of catching onto any stray flesh they found.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:39 am
A potentially deadly mistake, if this was anything but a spar, but Don was keen to take advantage of it. As his opponent lunged forward, blindly hoping to grab onto something, Don sidestepped with a quick leap and charged forward. It was almost too easy, and for the first time he wondered at just how much experience this lion had with fighting. He knew some things, sure, and he had strength, but he was easy enough for Don and likely any other experienced reaver to read.
He usually didn't intend to draw blood in a spar, but he was still pretty annoyed with this guy and was going to make good on his threat. No hesitation then, as he teeth sank into the stranger's flesh just in front of flank. It would be painful, no doubt, but he was purposefully not applying as much pressure as he would in a real fight.
Don wanted to draw blood, not cripple the poor fool.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:55 am
That had not gone as planned. Bál tried desperately not to call out in pain, managing to stifle everything but a hoarse grunt that left his throat. Having never fought in a real fight, and rarely feeling the sting of tooth and claw actually sink into his flesh, the pain was immense. He'd sparred enough in his life, but as a freeborn born into the pride most of his experience had been with sheathed claws and heavy blunt blows. That in itself could be painful, but quite like the red-hot sting of sharp teeth digging into his flesh.
It was all he could do to try and get away, throwing his head back to snarl and snap at the golden lion's side. Luck was on his side, or perhaps pity, he wasn't sure, but his opponent let go in order to get away from his blows rather than stay and bite harder. Bál snarled at him, the scent of his own blood filling his nostrils. If he was any bit flower-blooded he had no doubt this would have been the end of their spar, but that wasn't happening. Bál was stormborn, destined to become a reaver, and seriously- <********> this guy. Bál wanted to taste his blood too, it would not end like this!
Before he could think to do anything else he pushed himself forward to pursue the Outlander, surprised at the renewed sting to his wound by the movement.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:08 am
The youngster still wanted to fight? Don was happy to oblige but he was honestly surprised he hadn't put an end to it right there. That surprise did catch him a little off-guard as the Stormborn rushed at him, and it was all he could do to clash with him again to keep from getting bitten or slashed himself. Their contact was brief, but as they grappled and separated, each standing face to face with the other, Don noticed blood trickle down his forehead and trail red down the bridge of his nose. Likewise, he saw the small, open cut on his opponent's cheek.
Don's snarl was replaced with a friendly smirk. So, the stranger managed to draw blood anyway, that was admirable. The reaver took the time to draw his breath, sheathing his claws. "You did well, Kid", he spoke, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "Go see a healer, we'll spar again when you're ready."
Honestly, the Kid hadn't been all that bad, just inexperienced. With some practice in real combat, there was no doubt he'd make a fine fighter. He had the spirit for it, at least.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:14 am
Kid? Seriously? He huffed, panting slightly to catch and steady his breath. His side stung him the most, and his shoulder kind of twinged every now and then, but he almost didn't feel the cut to his cheek. "The names Bál-raun, Grandpa." He didn't know how old this lion was, and to be honest he probably wasn't even old enough to be his dad, but he wasn't going to let him get away with calling him 'Kid'.
Regardless, he couldn't help the near grin that broke onto his maw. He'd fought. Like, almost actually fought, with open claws and teeth! It was thrilling. At the promise of sparring again he nodded briskly, before turning to make his leave from the sparring sands. "I'll hold you to it", he promised, teeth flashing in a wild grin. He really should go see a healer now, but honestly he was excited to show his parents and his friends his wounds. Maybe they'd even scar!
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