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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 4:16 am
Fighting Stats
Attack: 17% x 2 = 34
Defense: 6%
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Wins: 1
Losses: 1
Ties: 0
It was pitch black when Maurea was dragged out again by her handler. She was sore and even in a little pain - but she didn't complain, silently following him without resistance.
The ebony canine's shoulder throbbed - Quentin had patched it up, but it was in an awkward place for a bandage, and the most he'd been able to do was stick some goo over it to stop the bleeding, although she instinctively knew that if she messed around with it too much, it would start up again. She wasn't wounded enough, in his opinion, to take a break from fighting - but she certainly wasn't going to be fully on her game in this one. The female hoped that whoever she was fighting wasn't nearly as big as the first three males that she'd come up against. Ears splaying against her head, she took a deep breath and walked calmly into the chute. The relative darkness of the place - there was only one gas-lamp over the ragged put-together pit, leaving most of it, as well as their audience, in shadows - made the whites of her eyes just stand out more against her dark fur, the irises with a clear blue tint. With a soft growl, more to herself than anything, she launched herself forward, preparing to meet her opponent with tooth and claw.
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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:06 am
 Fighting Stats
Attack: 8% x 1 = 8
Defense: 1% x 4 = 4
Speed: 1% x 8 = 8
Agility: 1% x 3 = 3
Intelligence: 1% x 2 = 2
It was dim enough to keep his bi-colored eyes from seeing much of anything, but a familiar metallic scent that hung in the air gave him an inkling of where they were. A surge of nerves and excitement ran through him as Jamie knelt down to give him a pat on the head, still deciding not to speak for some reason or another. Rook simply shrugged it off as him not being the morning type.
It wasn't until a clattering of something metallic moving upwards suddenly filled his ears, and the cheering from the sidelines of the pit grew louder, that Rook was urge into the ring - completely and utterly unprepared. He chanced a quick glance back at Jamie, who was barely visible with the lack of proper lighting, but upon turning back he was met none-too-pleasantly by his opponent. He reacted quickly enough to dodge a direct hit to his face, but he felt sharp claws dig into his side.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 2:56 pm
Fighting Stats
Attack: 17% x 2 = 34
Defense: 6% x 1 = 6
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Wins: 1
Losses: 1
Ties: 0
She'd not managed to grab anything with her fangs - but her right paw had hit home, snapping roughly against the male's side. She landed easily on all fours, ears head back for protection, and danced a pawstep away from him before diving in again, hoping to score along the male's side once more, this time with her more destructive fangs.
There was no growl now - she was completely silent except for her shifting movements against the ground, which was somehow creepier than if she'd been snarling at him. Her icy blue eyes were dead set on the fight - nothing else mattered to Maurea at this moment.
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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:23 am
The young fighter let out a strained yelp, obviously not prepared for the sudden rush of pain originating from the side where his opponent had managed to graze none-too-gently with her claws. She backed off long enough for Rook to get himself up to speed - this was a fight, and he was already losing - but not long enough for him to get his bearings and ready himself for another attack. She came at him with jaws snapping, and all he could do was try and dodge it.
Luck seemed to be on his side and he managed to duck out of the way to avoid another serious hit, but he was still moving a bit sluggishly. She managed to rake her claws on his shoulder this time, drawing blood. His mind was still registering the pain emanating from the new wound on his shoulder when he blindly swiped a claw at the female, in hopes of making some kind of hit. A weak attempt at retaliation, no doubt, but it was better than just standing there like this girl's punching bag.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:35 pm
Fighting Stats
Attack: 17% x 2 = 34
Defense: 6% x 1 = 6
Speed: 1% x 7 = 7
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Wins: 1
Losses: 1
Ties: 0
Damnit. She'd missed him - her jaws snapped down on air, hard enough to hurt, and she shook her head to clear the feeling, quickly turning back towards him as she got her bearings on where exactly he'd headed. Unfortunately, those crucial few seconds were a few seconds too many: the paw swiped right across her face, not with much power, but still hard enough for her to swiftly shut her eyes to avoid the claws, her body dancing back, weight going into her haunches, as she tried to escape the worst of the blow. She was going to end up with a bloody headache if this kept up. Irate, now, just as much as angry, she used the weight gathered into her haunches as a spring, and launched herself towards his haunches, very intent upon drawing more blood. Maurea wasn't a nice fighter: she'd use every dirty trick in the book if it allowed her to win.
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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:08 am
A wave of relief washed over him when he felt his paw make contact; weak, but at least he hit home somewhat, buying himself some more time to get his head on straight and get into the fight. Rook didn't waste the few seconds he bought himself, and he chased after his opponent while she was staggering back, pouncing at her with claws bared as soon as he got close enough.
He didn't count on her quick recovery though, and when she suddenly sprang at him the two collided in a flurry of fur, fury, and just a smidge of blood, courtesy of Rook. Amidst the struggle to get back onto his feet he felt her jaws snap down on one of his hind legs, and he shut his eyes tight, straining back a cry of anguish as he tried to kick her off with his free leg.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 4:13 pm
Fighting Stats
Attack: 17% x 2 = 34
Defense: 6% x 1 = 6
Speed: 1% x 7 = 7
Agility: 1% x 5 = 5
Intelligence: 1%
Wins: 1
Losses: 1
Ties: 0
He was just as ready for her as she was for him - and he managed a good score across her cheek as she twisted her head away, trying to minimize the damage, although he'd probably taste blood in his mouth from it. But she ducked down and snapped her jaws closed on his hind leg, biting down as hard as she could in an effort to tumble him to the ground. His other leg, however, was flailing at her muzzle, distracting her from crunching down as hard as she'd like: she growled angrily, trying to shake him still, but suddenly, she felt the foot contact the side of her face - the hurt side - hard. With a furious snarl that was part yelp, she released him, shaking her head roughly as she sprang back away.
Blood trickled down one white cheek, marring her fur - she didn't seem to notice, her eyes snapping immediately back to her pale gray-and-white opponent. Her entire cheek stung painfully, which merely succeeding in getting her even more angry - he'd pay for that hit. In another second, she was lunging at him again, fire flaring in her eyes.
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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 6:07 pm
The pain was radiating from his leg where she managed to grip him, and when she finally released thanks to a successful, albeit rather wild, hit from his back leg, the male got to his feet and limped back just a drop to put some distance between them. He could barely stand, as any pressure on the leg seemed to send shockwaves up and down his spine, so he tried to keep off of it. Definitely not the greatest idea he'd ever had.
It wasn't long before she came at him again, absolutely seething from the hit - she was bleeding at the site, but from the looks of it didn't seem to notice - and inexperience bred fear and panic as he struggled to gather himself just enough to counter as best he could, trying his hardest to ignore his body's protests. Fangs and claws bared, they two of them clashed again, exchanging blows. He may have managed to get a hit or two in, but, slowly but sure, Rook felt his consciousness start to slip from him.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:01 pm
Fighting Stats
Attack: 17% x 2 = 34
Defense: 6% x 1 = 6
Speed: 1% x 7 = 7
Agility: 1% x 5 = 5
Intelligence: 1% x 6 = 6
Wins: 1
Losses: 1
Ties: 0
It had been a rather rough fight so far, but at least nothing seemed wounded critically yet - the blows he'd landed thus far were rather superficial. Maurea knew, however, that in the adrenaline rush of fighting, the pain she felt was considerably less than it would be when she stopped - tomorrow was going to be even rougher than today was. He came after her again, and she had to - grudgingly - admire his persistence. Even if he smelled of fear, he still came after her anyway, refusing to give in so easily. The slight admiration was coupled with exasperation - damnit, couldn't he just go down and stay down?!
He whacked her a couple times more, once rather good in her vulnerable flank, making her wince and recoil from the hit. When she rose on her hind legs to box his ears soundly, she slammed one paw into his face, trying to put some weight behind it as she snarled at him, showing her teeth again.
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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:55 pm
It was a valiant (sort of) struggle of a fight for Rook, but it proved to be just too much for someone inexperienced in an actual ring. Instinctively, he swiped a paw of his own in retaliation, but his legs buckled when her paw hit, and with all the weight behind it Rook felt whatever energy he had left just leave him entirely. The young fighter went down with a resounding thud, his vision blurry as he tried to get a good look at his opponent before everything went completely dark.
If he had anything left in him, he would have stood to at least ask for her name, but as it was he could barely keep his eyes open. That being the case, he resort to just asking while he lay there, nearly unconscious. "So what do I call you?" he asked in as loud a voice as he could manage.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:37 am
She'd won. The female panted, refusing to allow weariness to claim her as it would like to, her chest heaving a little as she watched him warily to see if he'd rise again. He didn't, and in fact, it looked as if she'd wallopped him a good one: his eyes seemed unfocused and the young male looked rather dazed. She relaxed her posture a bit, shifting her paws under her to take up a more comfortable stance.
The dark-furred female narrowed her eyes at the question, almost as if she thought he was taking liberty asking that much. However - she did answer it, her ears slowly cupping forwards, although there was little that was friendly at the gesture. "Maurea," she replied, a trace of a growl in her voice. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:05 am
She didn't seem too pleasant, he thought, though attributed it more to the setting than anything else. "Rook," he replied, closing his eyes. Over the noise of the crowd he heard a few pairs of feet shuffle into the arena, and as they started prepping to haul him away he regarded his opponent one last time, almost smirking. You couldn't really tell anymore, actually. "Maurea," he started, then took a lengthy pause. With his eyes closed it looked more like he was sleep talking than trying to issue a sort of challenge.
"I'll be ready for you next time."
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