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Talencia rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 3, 2, 3
Total: 13 (5-20)
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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:02 pm
He bore a few scars, though nothing serious, from those previous attempts. He always gave his all to these things, and would not thank any lion who came at him without their all as well. This was about proving himself, and he was bound and determined to show he had the right stuff to be one of the famous Stormborn reavers! This was his time, he was certain of it! (Of course, he'd been certain all the other times too... but he ignored this fact stubbornly.) This lifestyle would be his! Thus mentally prepared, he faced his opponent and began assessing him silently, not saying anything at all.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 2, 1
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:37 pm
 Fast was so very, very excited to be out on patrol along the borders of the pride. It wasn't that he hadn't been on patrol before. He had. He totally had. But it was still a fairly new thing for the viking-born reaver, and so it retained its appeal for the time being. Especially since he had yet to encounter any rogues to fight or frighten or capture. It wouldn't really feel real until he did that.
And then! A sound! A sound that was unlike the other sounds Fast had been hearing for most of his patrol!
All too suddenly Fast found himself face to face with a green-eyed lion who bore more scars than he did and probably outweighed him by a stone or so. The young reaver wasn't the least bit intimidated. He had been training for this for a while. Well, not quite this. This was only part of a reaver's duties, and the lesser part when it came to winning glory, but still! It was important, and Fast was much too excited to be worried.
Ah, youth.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 12:46 pm
Warm against cool, bright against dark. They made a striking pair to face off in a fight. Damu was prepared, and stepped forward, making his inclination clear. As if that weren't enough, he finally spoke, his voice low and near a growl. "I am here to challenge you to askorun, reaver." No name-calling, though he easily could have in this case. He seriously doubted this youngster could possibly best him, so long as he kept his head. Insults was not really a way to keep one's head, so he forbore to do so.
His challenge formally given, he did not give pause to allow the younger lion to prepare himself. He launched himself at the black and blue male with a soft roar, eyes intent and fierce. He would win this time! He would join them and become a reaver himself! He allowed not a flicker of doubt to darken his resolve as he aimed a swipe at his opponent's face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:00 pm
"You know what it's called?" Fast couldn't help but feel a bit crestfallen. He had been rehearsing how to explain the challenge system to an outlander for the better part of his patrol, and this took some of the wind out of his sails. Some, but not all.
"Very well. I suppose you know how this -" Works. He was going to finish with the word "works," but things didn't quite turn out that way. The brightly colored lion was already on the attack, slashing at Fast's face.
Fast scuttled backward gracelessly as his basic instincts for self-preservation took precedence over the training he had engaged in since he was young, and then he was very glad he had not been paired with another lion for his patrol. He would not have liked to have another reaver witness that his reaction to an attack was clumsy evasion.
He bared his teeth in a snarl and struck back with his forepaws, claws extended and aiming for his opponent's face. It was the only real target he'd been presented with.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:08 pm
Damu ducked his head as the black lion struck for the same target he had. He also moved forward, diving his head under the extended claws of the young male. This allowed the claws to land, not on his face, but into his thick mane, while he kept moving forward, tipping his head nose-downward. It was his hope to manage to ram his hard skull into his opponent's chest, but with his head down, he was unable to aim very well
He felt no satisfaction at catching the male off-balance and nearly unawares. He might have early on, but at this point, he had a single goal. To win, and finally become a part of the pride. Until that happened, anything else was simply unimportant.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:18 pm
Stormlords' soggy tails! Now his friggin' claws were caught in the stupid ginger's mane. That had never happened to Fast in all his life. Not once. With a frustrated sound that was much closer to a yowl than a roar he yanked his paw back, just in time for his opponent to headbutt him and send him stumbling backward.
Fast managed to turn his stumble into a somewhat serpentine maneuver that removed him from the trajectory he'd been following, although it did not really seem to have improved his position. Nevertheless he leapt forward and sought to sink his claws into his opponent anywhere he could. He wasn't really going to be picky about this. He did not want his first askorun to be a loss.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:39 pm
Claws raked his shoulder, but only lightly. They did not catch or pull, merely tore shallow furrows in his flesh. It stung, but nothing more, and Damu ignored it without effort. He pivoted, ears flickering at the odd yowl of several seconds ago. He was getting the distinct impression that, though a reaver, this was an unproven youth. He might be adult in size and age, but he was showing his own lack of experience. Not that Damu exactly was a war-scarred veteran, but he had lived as a rogue, fended for himself, and now was wiser to the ways of warfare than he had been previously. It was odd to have to acknowledge that he wasn't a young, rash lion himself anymore. Yes, it was time for this change in his life. He would be a reaver!
He wasn't exactly light on his paws, but he was agile enough to be able to dance sideways, then lunge in a sig-zag. He aimed it at the darker male's mid-section. He curved a paw upwards, angling from below in a bold attempt to rake the tender skin of the belly with his claws. The smaller male probably would be able to escape, as he was lighter and faster, but it would keep him on the defensive, backing and sidling away, instead of thinking up how to attack.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:51 pm
Fast was quickly becoming frustrated, but he gritted his teeth and refrained from any further outbursts of temper. He'd felt his claws skimming across the fur of the brightly colored lion, and that was something. First blood to him, he supposed, but that meant little. Being the first to draw blood in no way guaranteed that a lion would be the last one standing. He'd learned that the hard way. He was still learning it, for that matter, whenever he went to the sandy practice area to spar.
The lunging move was clever. Fast noted it and wondered if he'd be able to replicate it later. If he'd ever spent any time hunting he would recognize it as something similar to the way one could pursue prey, but he was a reaver and hunting was a job for thralls most of the time. He was startled again when claws darted toward his belly but he kept silent as he hopped to one side in an undignified evasive technique he didn't learn from any reaver.
His hop landed with something like a bounce as he pressed forward once more, aiming to sweep his opponent's standing leg from beneath him before he could put his attacking paw down. At the same time he tried to scratch the older lion's face. Probably it wasn't wise to divide his attentions, but he had to recover some dignity here.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:58 pm
With both of his opponent's forepaws a blur of motion, Damu once more opted for not dodging at all. He let his powerful hindquarters drive him forwards, into the striking distance of those claws. Hie own forepaws tucked up close, avoiding the swipe there, but he allowed the claws to rake across his face. It was an awkward angle, though, because of the direction he was moving. One claw caught the corner of his mouth, while the others slid harmlessly across his cheekfur. That one claw's damage burned enough to cause his eyes to tear up, but he didn't allow himself to think about it. Instead, he again lowered his head and rammed his forehead straight into the black and blue lion's face, his spine ramrod straight and his entire body's momentum striking that one point.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 2:10 pm
Triumph glowed warm in Fast's gut as he felt a claw catch in his opponent's face. Unfortunately, his take-down move had not succeeded, which put him off-balance and probably would have forced him to fall forward if his opponent hadn't barreled into him and smashed into his face with a skull like a rhino's hide.
People had been telling Fast for most of his life that he was dense, a numbskull, but it seemed that this was less accurate than his detractors might believe. His vision blurred, then went blotchy, and then he blacked out with blood leaking from his nose. He didn't black out for very long, but it was long enough.
"You win," he said just a little grudgingly. Gods but his nose hurt!
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