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Talencia rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 2, 1, 2
Total: 10 (5-20)
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 Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 5:37 pm
 This was it. This was his time to shine, to show where he belonged in the world! Many long years he'd wandered, from the time he was born on. But now, here on the lakeshore, he'd found where he belonged. They were a coarse group, full of fire and vim, ready for bold deeds that could be made into song. Oh, he had very little notion of becoming great amongst the Stormborn, but he had every intention of making good on the opportunities they presented. As an adult, he'd discovered a penchance for baubles and treasures. Unfortunately others usually considered them valuable and desirable as well, and he never got his chance at owning these coveted items.
That was all about to change. He moved forward eagerly, muscles tensed. This was his last obstacle to overcome before he could go on his first viking. Granted, he probably wouldn't get much from it, being the newest and lowest lion in the hierarchy, but that was only the beginning after all! First, though, he had to defeat this oddly marked lion. He lowered his head and whiskers spread, showing his fangs in a feral smile to his opponent. "Shall we begin?" he growled.
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magnadearel rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 3, 3, 4
Total: 15 (5-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:18 pm
 Another day, another challenge. It had been some time since meeting his first challenger since he'd joined the pride himself. He hadn't meant to be so rough with that female rogue, although it was his job to test them, and he'd feared the others lurking around shided away from addressing him because of it. All his fears were dispelled now. A new lion stood before him. Bousvor had waited for the rogue to approach him, and give his challenge. His eyes flickered over the rogue to assess his strengths and what might be weaknesses. They would find out shortly.
He gave a quick nod to the other's question. Bousvor immediantly began to circle. Not staying in the same place for more than a heartbeat. The male gave a roar, seeing if he could startle his opponent, and made a swipe at the other's front feet. If he was agile it would be an easy dodge.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 12:18 pm
His heart thrilled within him as the other male didn't try to make any bold speeches or threats, but instead got right down to it. He circled with his opponent, keeping him always in sight and within an acceptable range. For a moment it was like a slow dance, both partners poised and ready.
Then it began. The roar was plenty loud, but not at all distracting. Roars meant nothing. Just noise and sound, especially if there was nothing to back them up. He saw the swipe coming and was quite capable of dodging out of the way. Unfortunately, he had underestimated the other male's reach. He leapt nimbly aside, but not nearly far enough. A glancing blow caught one foreleg, and left a throbbing spot. He grunted in disgust at himself for being so lax in judging his opponent's reach, Snarling to himself, he shifted his weight and swiped his own strike, aiming for the other's face. If he could strike, he might partially stun him. If he missed, he hoped the movement to duck his paw might give him a couple more seconds to go on the offensive.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 7:42 pm
He could tell that his roar did nothing but draw attention to them. This then wasn't a rogue just starting out on his own, Bousvor guessed. He had some experience then. Then he saw the rogue jump aside in an obvious attempt to avoid his paw. It surprised him when he still scored a hit. Bousvor narrowed his eyes and calculated. The male had seen it, he had moved to dodge it. Then why did he get hit? Two reasons; first he'd misjudged, or second he hoped to make him overconfident.
Too much time was spent in trying to calculate the reason for the obvious hit. The tawny male felt a blow to his chin that snapped his jaws shut. Inside his mouth he could taste the blood from his tongue. That smarted. No worse than any of the other wounds he'd gotten before. Bousvor stumbled back a few steps before reorientating on his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:03 pm
It was astonishingly satisfying to feel his paw connect with the bigger male's jaw, to experience the sensation of teeth snapping shut in the split second before his paw slid past and into open air again. Aha! he'd scored a stronger hit than had been already scored on him! Not that he had any idea how it would weigh in the balance of the result, but it was gratifying nonetheless. He swiftly regained his center of balance, paws neatly arranged under him, ready for anything.
Enough of this slapping business. This was how females fought. No, it was time to get serious! Thus, whether foolish or not, he charged in with jaws gaping, forepaws spread wide, with all his weight in a leap for the somewhat larger male. As far as he was concerned, this was as close to an all-or-nothing fight as one could get without doing serious damage to each other. He'd come here to fight for his right to join the pride! He was bound and determined to commit himself wholly both to this fight and to the pride. Well, himself first, the pride second. After all... loot!
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:41 pm
The follow up was coming. Bousvor worked his jaw to be sure it wasn't broken. Other than a split lip and a cut in his mouth, all seemed well. That lion packed a good punch and he'd be sure to watch out for it in the future. The male gave a mental plus for that atribute.
It didn't take long for his opponent to take advantage of the situation. He saw the lion turn then give an all out leap for him. Instantly he was calculating his move. Bousvor's muscles tensed without conciously thinking about it. He waited until the male was at the peak of his arch. With a slight duck, he aimed to come in under the paws and jaws with a headbutt to his chest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 3:57 pm
That headbutt was devestating. It landed square against his ribs, rather than against his strong breastbone, which could potentially have borne the brunt of the move. As it was, not only was Damu thrown off course, but the world began to darken. The ground came up to meet him, and his paws refused to meet it as they should have. With a bone-shuddering crash, he hit the ground chin-first, sliding to a stop one one shoulder and his chest. His limbs were limp, and his sight threatened to black out entirely.
It was dimly that he realized the problem was that every bit of breath had been driven from him on impact. Laying in the dust, he fought off the darkness and forcibly hauled a breath in finally. With a great gasp that was partly dirt, he managed to get his legs to move again. They moved alright, but not quite as he intended, and he ended up sprawled again in the dirt, still struggling for a full breath. Pain arced searingly in his ribcage, telling of at least a few bruised ribs. With frustration and alarm, he rolled his eyes to find where his opponent was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:45 pm
Bousvor was surprised with the force of his attack. He hadn't been trying to kill the lion! Everything had just come together and he had come out the poorer for it. It could just as easily had been him. The male backed up a bit as his opponent went down hard. He would be feeling that in the morning. Carefully Bousvor watched to be sure the lion hadn't actually been killed.
Nope there was signs of life. He frowned as the unfortunate lion thrashed in the dirt. It was so tempting to offer assistance, but there was two reasons that stopped him. First it was rude if it wasn't asked for first, and second because it could obviously be a ploy to lure him in. Judging by the panicked look though, it might not be a sham after all.
"Can you continue or do you forfeit?" He rumbled out in a low voice. Bousvor was not goign to attack while the other was down.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:01 pm
Oh, how it chafed at him! Helpless as a cub, and with this older lion looming nearby, calmly asking him if he would keep fighting or give up. He got his limbs under control and rose at least with some dignity, but his breath still wheezed, and he couldn't seem to manage to draw enough air. He felt light-headed, and ground his teeth together in frustration. He opened his mouth to say he would continue, but he realized he had no breath for it. Augh!
Mortified, he shook his head hard, and nearly fell over for his ire. No, he had no choice. The lucky strike had finished him like landing a fish. He was forced to admit, he was defeated. This time. He would not give up. He heaved as deep a breath as he could manage, his ribs screaming at him for the effort, and managed to wheeze out, "Forfeit," before staggering off towards the roguelands. He would recover, nurse his bruised ribs, and return for another attempt. Hopefully with another reaver, though. This one had humiliated him plenty enough that Damu hoped not to see him again for a long while. He didn't want the reminder of the result of this attempt!
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 5:29 pm
He knew it was over. Even before the rogue spoke. Bousvor could see it in the way he continued to gasp for breath. He recognized the determination to continue though wounded and hoped this rogue would return for another challenge.
The tawny male nodded acceptance as the rogue called forfeit. He would not hinder him from leaving and watched as he staggered away. Another down. He resumed watching and waiting.
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