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eldritch stardust rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 3, 1, 2
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:10 am
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Grinning a little to himself, the dark maned lion gave a courteous nod of his head to the one who stood across from him.
"Well, sir," he said cheerfully enough, "I'm here to try once more. It's an honor to have you as my opponent again."
That said, he crouched low and began to warily circle the other, looking for an opportune moment to strike. With luck, he'd be the victor this time. But if not, well, he would just have to keep trying, wouldn't he.
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Lithiasaur rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 1, 2, 4
Total: 12 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:12 am
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The Reaver grinned when he saw the familiar challenger approach. This was going to be another fun fight for him, as he knew that this guy had even more reason to give it his all. He nodded his head in greeting, feeling a small feel of honor as well. It was always good to meet a determined lion, and he knew that this one would go far, once he managed to get into the pride.
Not that Ulfric would hold back: he was not the type. He grinned, watching the other circle, and moved forward to start the fight, taking a swipe with his paw to get the ball rolling.
He bore in mind now that he did not want to injure the other permanently, so that he might come back and challenge again. That did not mean much, in the scheme of how hard he fought: he was just not going to aim to destroy anything important.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 11:38 am
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Ulfric managed to pull himself out of his charge when he saw he was going to miss completely, but it was not enough to avoid the slash. He was thankful it managed to not catch him as deeply as it was intended, but he managed to leap away and round about to watch the injured lion.
He grinned, though it was partly a snarl.
This had to be it. The last attack. He was bleeding now and he needed to have his wounds tended, so he did not end up with permanent injuries or scars. He was not openly vain, but his appearance did matter to him. While scars would make him look more battle hardened and ready, they also denoted weakness by him getting injured.
Digging his claws into the earth, he braced himself before he charged one more time. This was not a tackle, though, as he lifted his hefty paw to take a swing for Rokh's face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 12:08 pm
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The hefty paw, when it connected, sent Rokh tumbling. And when he landed, it was very nearly on his head as he sprawled dazedly. Blinking owlishly and shaking his head, he tried to get to his feet, only to wobble for a moment before falling back down. He felt a trickle of blood roll down his chin and into the thick fluff of his neck and marveled that his jaw had not somehow been torn from his face.
Forcing himself to try and focus, Rokh felt his red eyes try to cross, shook his head again and tried to decide which of the blurry Ulfrics was the real one. After a moment's thought he decided to lay it safe and address them all.
"I... think I must concede defeat again, sir," he murmured as he gave up the fight with his crossing eyes and doubled vision. He was certain that he looked remarkably silly laying there, but dearest gods, Ulfrc packed quite the punch!
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