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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 4, 1, 4
Total: 15 (5-20)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 2:59 pm
 Aarre was certain that she was going to be in all kinds of trouble by the end of the day, despite her mother's assurances that wouldn't be the case. It did not calm her nerves to remind herself, as her mother hand, that her father may be the warlord, but she was a freeborn and an adult, and unless he wanted to somehow change the law to specifically exclude her from participating in this contest, there was nothing he could really do about the fact that she had entered.
Except, of course, he could be angry, and when he was angry, her father was actually kind of terrifying, even though she knew for a fact that he loved her, and that his anger would only be a result of his concern for her well-being. She knew that, logically, and felt emotionally that her place in his heart was assured, but none of those things guaranteed he wouldn't lose his temper with her later, at the end of the day.
She wondered if that would still be his reaction if she did well and managed not to embarrass herself. She knew the elements of fighting as well as any other freeborn. Better than some, she'd imagine. That would be her plan. Not to embarrass herself. Of course, that could all mean nothing if her first opponent was better or luckier than she was.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 1, 3
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 3:01 pm
 Kivi was excited for the warlord's contest. She had never had any need to take part when breytast vindar came upon the pride, and so her participation in the ritual battles of the Stormborn was, of necessity, nonexistent. Certainly she could spar with others on the sands, if she so chose, and she did on occasion, but that lacked the excitement of this tournament atmosphere.
There was also a part of her which hoped a certain silly lion with light fur might be among those watching her fight, since she had not heard that he would be taking part as a participant. The idea of Odd cheering her on made her heart swell a little. She really liked that lion. He had been more than worth waiting for. He was sweet and funny and handsome in a kind of goofy way. Totally wonderful. She was going to win this and claim an adventure with him as a prize.
At least, that was the plan until she recognized the black-and-gold striped pelt of the warlord's daughter on the other side of the sand, at which point she swore. She wasn't going to win this one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 2:40 pm
Aarre didn't recognize the lioness across the sands from her, but she could recognize her family. She had old bloodlines, probably older than Aarre's were, in all likelihood, but that was no indication of her abilities. The lioness looked older, less fit in a sort of comfortably soft sort of way. Aarre, being young and svelte, was confident that she would be able to take the yellow lioness. Even so, when the two came together in their first clash, she was astonished at how quickly she landed a solid thump behind the older lioness's left ear.
A grin showed her sharp teeth as the lion acting as referee called her point.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 1:30 pm
Kivi spat as her head snapped to one side with the solid impact of her opponent's paw. Somehow it had not occurred to her that it wouldn't be a matter of allowing her opponent to win, and that she might actually find herself embarrassed if she didn't give this fight her all.
"I let you get that one," Kivi lied, trying to put her opponent off her game. "Just so you can tell your father you didn't lose without scoring any points at all."
She was still talking when she darted in, ramming the slimmer lioness with her shoulder and then whirling to slash her across the back when she stumbled. When the referee called her point, she flexed her claws to show the blood, taunting the younger lioness.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 10:32 am
Aarre had expected that her opponents would try to throw her heritage in her face, given the opportunity, and she wasn't particularly ruffled by the taunts. Her father had taught her that there were only two reasons to taunt a foe: first, if they were better than you and you hoped they would fight badly when angered, or second, you were an idiot.
She wasn't sure which one her opponent was when the point was called and she found herself looking at blood-tipped claws being waved around like some sort of trophy. Well, that was all she planned to let the older lioness have of her.
She bared her teeth and feinted as if she would attack to the head once more, but as the yellow lioness moved to react she dropped her head and caught the offending paw in her teeth, biting hard enough that the yellow lioness yelped in pain. She could taste her own blood on the claws, and for a moment she almost wanted to shake her head to savage the paw, but she stopped herself. Barely.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 10:35 am
Kivi had felt a moment of terror when it seemed as if her opponent might not let go. It was far more painful than she had anticipated, and the yelp she emitted had been impossible to prevent.
She had not been prepared for the speed of the younger lioness's attack, nor the fact that she might not go for the easier score of a head or body strike. Paws were difficult. Unless someone waved them around like an idiot, she reminded herself grimly in the aftermath of that round.
She would favor that paw for the remainder of the fight.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:43 am
Aarre had barely released the yellow lioness's paw and withdrawn the prescribed distance between starting bouts before she lunged in again in another feint, hoping that she would be able to end the fight quickly by catching her opponent off-guard.
She pretended as though she was going for another attack to the wounded leg, figuring that the pain would be very fresh and it would be instinct to move to protect the injury, so she would not have to worry about avoiding attacks from that side while she dragged her claws along the brown dorsal stripe.
That was the plan, anyway. In practice, it didn't quite work out. The first part with the lunging went just fine, but the strange-eyed lioness stood her ground as Aarre had not expected she would. That was a problem.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:49 am
It took a lot for Kivi to stand her ground, knowing that if she did, she would be taking a direct hit to her forepaw, which she already feared might have been permanently damaged by the warlord's daughter. In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have taunted her. Who knew?
So she weathered the attack, crying out again in pain, but not hesitating to snake her head around to the side to sink her teeth into the younger lioness's nearest body part. A shoulder, in this case, which wasn't the best she could have hoped for, but certainly wasn't bad. It was still a point, and now they were tied again.
The next point would determine the winner, and Kivi meant for it to be hers.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:57 am
Aarre's shoulder stung where she had been bitten, but she wouldn't worry about that for the time being. As she walked back to her starting position for the final bout, she had ascertained that everything was still working, and so it was just pain. Pain could be ignored.
It could also be avenged, though, and Aarre intended to do so. She knew now that she was in the better position as a fighter, and she was able to make her attacks so that she always came in from her opponent's right, forcing her to move away and put weight on her injured left forepaw, varying feints and attacks so that it was impossible to sensibly decide to ignore any of them.
She was playing with her opponent, dragging the match out as she easily evaded any attempts to retaliate. It was satisfying to see her weakening, slowing down and flinching whenever her left forepaw came into any sort of use. This was a joy she had never known before, though her father had spoken of it.
She could do this for hours.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:03 pm
Kivi realized the moment something changed in her opponent's demeanor, when it stopped being about winning the fight and started being about...something else. There was a look in the black and gold lioness's green eyes that was, frankly, frightening.
She was deliberately drawing the fight out, ignoring opportunities to score her final point but denying Kivi the ability to do so. Meanwhile Kivi's paw was agony, shooting up her leg to her shoulder and spine so that moving that limb in any way was almost enough to provoke a whimper.
"I yield," Kivi said softly, hoping that was something she was allowed to do. She could not stand the idea of prolonging her misery any further.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:05 pm
Aarre was almost disappointed when the match ended because her opponent yielded, but it was still a win, and it was a good win. There could be no doubt that although she had not scored three points, there could only have been one outcome, ultimately. She had the skill to draw the fight out for her own amusement. That had been a heady feeling, but not as heady as seeing her opponent weaken and cringe in pain, knowing that it was up to Aarre to decide when and if that would come to an end.
"Good fight," she told her opponent with a smile that fell somewhere between predatory and sexual.
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