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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:36 am
Olaf was still feeling a little sore after his last fight, but he wasn't entirely surprised. It wasn't any of the cuts or bumps that were bothering him, no they were healing just fine, it was his head that was the issue. How was he supposed to know that they would both end up using the same kind of attack AT THE SAME TIME?!
Once their heads had crashed together, the fight had been over, and the challenger had been welcomed into the pride. A tie wasn't so bad- it was better than a straight loss.
Though he would have liked to have won.
With his headache, he patrolled the borders, looking again for a fight. Fighting helped him feel like he was doing something for the pride- like he was contributing to their greatness. And since beating him was a HUGE victory, given his talents, he was ensuring only the best got into the pride. Right?
Right.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:55 am
Ziarre let her muzzle curl into a sneer as she stalked along this pride's borders. They called themselves warriors, claimed they let in only the strongest? Well, she'd just see about that. They had the right idea with making slaves of the weak, those without a lion's heart or blood, but ideas only went so far. Let them fight her, and she would judge them by how they fought. Ah, and there was, assumably, one of them there.
"You!" she roared. "You look up for a fight...or should I find someone bolder?"
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Cajanic rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 3, 2, 1
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:44 pm
Ears perking, Olaf turned to face the newcomer, a growl escaping him. Another girl? Damnit! How many females wanted to join this pride?! He hated them- they were nothing but back stabbers and liars, and he didn't want to be near them!
Huffing, he faced the female.
"You won't find bolder, or better, than me! Prepare yourself!"
With that, he charged forward, wasting no time in small talk. His claws could do the talking for him.
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Excited Apathy rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 4, 2, 2
Total: 16 (5-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:50 pm
Fighting spirit--and arrogance. Good, good, Ziarre liked to bring down the arrogant ones. Humbling them was always an amusing way to pass the time! "Big words, let's see if you can back them up!" She returned his charge with one of her own, bracing for the inevitable impact as she extended her claws. Holding back? Hah! Not for her!
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:59 pm
Olaf would have rammed right into her, but his footing slipped from under him, the large lion losing his balance and crashing into her instead. It probably did more damage to him than to her, but there was hardly anything he could do about it.
Damn his paws- why was he always slipping when he was supposed to be fighting? If anyone asked, it was because he was still dealing with that slight headache.
Uh huh.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:07 pm
The grunt Ziarre made as the male crashed into her didn't stop a fierce grin from spreading across her face. He was in perfect striking distance now, and she was was going to make him regret staying within her reach. She was no coward, no weak female, no wilting flower! She twisted around to lash out, seeking to rake him with her claws.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:23 pm
Olaf tried to roll out of the way, but he still felt her claws across his tummy. Wincing, he continued to slip away from her, kicking at her with his back feet while he did so.
"So you're not all bark after all!" He laughed, pushing himself to his feet again.
"Good. I wouldn't have liked fighting a weakling! Now come on! Show me what you really can do." He jumped at her, trying to bury his fangs in her shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:42 pm
Ziarre smirked at the contact of claws to flesh, then bared her teeth as she was forced to retreat from the kicking hind feet. "If you insist...you'll wish you hadn't asked!" She let out a yowl as she tried to twist away from his fangs, managing at least to reduce a harsh bite to a set of slashes scoring through the hide. Enraged, she turned to bite at his ear.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:56 pm
"OWOWOWOWOWO!" Wailed Olaf, her fangs finding their way to his ear. Of all the tactics! He hadn't been expecting that.
In a way, it was a good move- he really didn't know what to do to get away from her. Should he just... try and pull away? No! It would rip his ear! He didn't want to tarnish his beauty with a missing ear. Scars were cool, but missing pieces were just gross.
Or so he thought.
"Let go of my ear!" He roared, slashing at her furiously, "That's cheating!!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:12 pm
Ziarre simply laughed around her mouthful. Bet he was regretting trying to bite anything near her face now, wasn't he? Of course, there was now the matter of him bellowing for release--which was inconsequential--and striking out wildly--which was not. A shame, that. She spat out his ear and leapt back, but not before he left a few slashes behind. "Watch where you put your face next time, then!" And then she was back into the fray, charging forward to try to slam into him with her shoulder. It wouldn't be as effective as if she were a male of the same size, but she had enough size and muscle to make it count for something.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:11 pm
Olaf was glad once his ear was free- he was able to steady himself for proper battle once more. This female was one tough cookie. The other had been, too, but this... was different. She wasn't holding back at all- she didn't seem remotely concerned about hurting him.
True warrior's blood, he could smell it in the air. And it made him all the more interested in the fight with her.
Bracing himself, he felt her slam against him, the force of the attack knocking him from his feet. It sent him to the dirt once more, the large male huffing in irritation that he had been sent off-balance.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:34 pm
Picking herself up from her charge, Ziarre smirked down at the other lion. He was tough enough to take a few hits, she'd give him that...maybe these 'Stormborn' weren't all hot air after all. "Had enough, or should I knock some more stuffing out of you?" The confidence in her pose suggested she'd be more than willing to oblige, despite the wounds that were accumulating on them both. If any of her own scarred, well...that was just another one to add to the collection, then.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:05 pm
Olaf shook himself off, laughing loudly as he sat himself down against the dirt. He watched the female, observing her stance and readiness to continue the fight. He, too, felt like he could probably go a few more rounds with her, but perhaps he didn’t really need to. After all, he had seen a lot from her in their few rounds of battle. More than enough to see that she had spunk. “Ha! No, I think that’s enough stuffing knocked out of me,” he said merrily, battle always boosting his spirits, “you’ve got a lot going for ya! It was quite the honor to battle someone with as much fire as you! You’re going to be pretty welcome round these parts, I think.”
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