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eldritch stardust rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 3, 4, 4
Total: 17 (5-20)
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Bronze Coffee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 3, 2, 1
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:26 am
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Remembering the other lion's admonitions agaisnt politeness, Piripi managed to keep his answer to a short and simple, "I wouldn't expect you to!"
When the other male charged, Piripi was as ready as he could be. He waited until what might have been the last possible moment and then leapt to the side, raking his claws out and hoping to catch them in the white maned male's flesh. Then, he spun, not wanting to present too large of a target to his opponent.
This male was huge, he thought. And older. If he could perhaps wear the other down, tire him out. He would have to be very careful to not let himself be cornered though. As bulky as the other male was, he'd be able to flatten Piripi in a heartbeat if he couldn't move out of the way.
It was somethign to keep in mind.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:58 am
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Oh. Well. That had worked out much better than he'd expected. Thought the brightly hued lion had to wince as the other fells backwards and knocked his skull against the hard-packed earth. He badly wanted to apologize, maybe go see if the other was all right, but he held his distance, taking those precious few seconds to breathe and assess his own remaining strength.
Once the other male was back up and circling, clearly angry, Piripi circled as well. Occasionally he made tiny feints, wanting to test the white maned lion's reflexes. Then, without warning, he lunged again, this time jumping with the aim to land on the other's back. If he would get his teeth into the scruff of the neck, he could hold on and keep the majority on his own self out of the way of those flashing fangs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 10:48 am
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His face was dredged with claws and he let out a hissing yowl of pain as he let the other go, blood dripping off his muzzle now, staining his already dark fur even darker. He hissed and growled low in his throat before just licking at the scratches as best as he could, wincing when his tongue caught some of the looser skin.
"Fine, fine!" He called out, panting, staring at the pink maned male. "You win!" Gods, that hut. His muzzle was sensitive! Giri growled a little more and just lightly brought his arm up and lowered his face into it, dabbing gently, trying to assess the damage.
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