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(Bracket = The range of your random number)

Start with: 0-50

Luck makes your breadth of your bracket smaller, but keeping the high end the same, so you're likely to get a "luckier" roll; basically just increasing your lowest possible roll. (15% = 15 higher on your minimum, 24% = 24 higher on your minimum, 38% = 38 higher on your minimum, etc.)

Strength raises your bracket (24% = 24 extra)

Speed raises your bracket (same as above)

Intelligence raises your bracket (same as above)

Stamina raises your bracket in 10s every round until it is used up (45% stamina = 4 rounds of 10 extra on the bracket, always rounding down so even 49% is still only 4 rounds of 10 extra points on your bracket) But they don't stack, so you can add 10 to the previously used 10. Like below, I don't make his next bracket 31-106, it stays 31-96, except when his stamina is used, it become 86 on his third roll.

Courage... is more complicated. At the end of the battle, you get to roll a dice for courage. Its like bonus points to see if it helped you any during the battle.


Cato grinned across from Thane about a 10 foot distance. They both remembered their sparring from what seemed like a hundred years ago, though it couldn't have been more than a hand full of moon cycles. Their breath came out in puffs of white steam, their muscles cold, and their noses burning. It wouldn't take long to warm up he assured himself, tensing them, ready to spring or dodge if Thane came at him first. Except he knew Thane, and knew himself. Thane was never the first one to strike, always the perfect picture of patience. Cato, on the other hand, was much the opposite. Impatience was his signature trait on the battle field. "Ready?" He called, his wings unfurling in a show of bragging. Ready or not, he thought, as he charge, horns down, aiming straight for his best friend's chest.

Cato Stats:
Strength: 28% = +28
Courage: 29% = 0
Speed: 32% = +32
Intelligence: 26% = +26
Luck: 31% = -31 on the low
Stamina: 26% = 2 rounds of +10

Making his RNG = 31 (low) - 96 (high)


... I'm not sure what to make the goal of the victor; a number of points, or a number of rolls. xD I'm thinking its discretion, so I'll say for now, first 300 points or 10 rolls; which ever comes first is the victor here. Thane's roll is next!

Cato saw what he was doing just before Thane came down; he was too slow to get out of they way completely and managed to just get a few scrapes that were more paper cuts than anything. His good friend was getting rusty, he saw. "Not what you used to be, huh, friend?" He mocked, rearing his back legs, aiming to hit Thane squarely in ribs.

Damn! Thane grunted, trying to dodge out of the way again but failing to completely avoid the blow. His vaguely took in that they had a spectator, but had assessed it wasn't threat and honed back in on Cato. Looking for a weak point, he aimed to jab his horn at his back leg, weakening him. Of course neither of them would purposely permanently injure the other; but a scrape from his horn would take a week or so to repair, and if too bad, he of course would use his small healing ability to help it along.

B'Elanna noticed the red fluid dripping down one of the stallion's legs. That was most definitely blood. Her gaze narrowed on the fighters before she heard the one bleeding emphasize that it was just a friendly fight. At least that was one thing less that B'Elanna had to worry about. The mare nodded in brief understanding before she moved to a spot that looked to be a safer vantage point.

Her keen gaze locked on the action before her as the battle continued. The mare had to wonder in the back of her mind if either stallion had seen whom it was she was searching for. It seemed though as if she would have to wait until the battle was finished to ask.

Thane felt the blow hit his shoulder instead, but not with the full force he might have gotten if it was direct hit. There was sure to be soreness tomorrow, he knew. Thane decided it was time to test out a different terrain. Running to the left of Cato, Thane spread his wings, and taking flight, flying high enough juuuust to turn right back around and come swooping towards Cato, horn ready to jab him wherever it might find a spot.

Cato wasn't expecting the full force of Thane's body to come at him like it did. Hooves and horn both connected him his side, sending his sprawling. He was hurt, he could feel it, and knew he was about to lose. He wasn't going to give up with out his last fight though. His wings, somehow undamaged were able to spread. Thane still remained in the air, and Cato took to the sky as well. There, he used the power of both his wings to come surging up at Thane from the bottom, aiming to ram the soft underside of his belly at just the angle that should avoid his hooves.

Cato grunted, feeling the impact knock him downward. He didn't feel the pain yet, but knew when he hit the ground it was over. "I yield!" He grunted, unhappily. He didn't like loosing. Standing from the ground, next to Thane, he stretched his wings for damages. Soreness ached them, but no real harm down. It took a second, but after seeing Thane's grinning face, he couldn't help but bust out in laughter. "Good job, old friend; good job indeed!" He clapped him on the shoulder with the side of his horns, congratulatory.

His grin slipped, realizing that he had an angry wife watching him all this while. Gulping he began limping his way towards Bernadette, and an unfamiliar mare, trying to hold a friendly smile all the way.