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Weighted Net
Score: 55

"Tyrisk's onto something." His words were almost a breath as he gestured Careesi over to his side. He stared intently into the trees in the direction Tyrisk was facing but could see nothing. Had they not scared the wher away? Or was it drawn to the sound of fighting and the smell of spilt ichor.

Yes the wher had deffinately picked up on the smell of blood from the kill. He didn't wait for direction from Sasar but hunkered down and began to slowly stalk forward. His bulk hiding anything that might have been visible from Sasar's view.

"Be ready." He prepared the net in his hands again. At least his partner had the foresight to choose the rope. He hadn't stuck around to see what the other woman had taken, nor which direction she'd gone. If Careesi didn't know what to do with the rope when the time came Sasar could take over and do it himself.

Length of Rope
Score: 56

As the two whers pressed forwards toward their quarry, Careesi fumbled with the rope. It took her what felt like ages, but eventually she managed to get it into the correct loop that she needed. Blast this arm of hers! The pain didn't bother her, but having only one good arm was going to be a problem. Even if she did have Sasar to help now, Careesi didn't like to be a burden on anyone, and she didn't exactly trust him to keep her alive. Not that she didn't think would leave her or anything, she just didn't trust anyone but herself with keeping her alive. It was always better that way. At least Sasar appeared to be capable. She could only hope that in this case appearances were not deceiving.

With her lasso in hand, Careesi focused her attention back to the advancing whers. They were getting closer to their quarry now and she needed to be as alert as she possibly could be. Always only a few steps behind Kazzisk and ready for anything that they might discover.

The figure didn't move as they advanced. Instead, it reared up, the wings flaring and a mighty bellow shattered the quiet. The feral wher had the uphill advantage and it knew it, the starlight played across its hide revealing a bronze had been preying upon the livestock... and the reason no one had been able to stop it. A large beast, all muscle and ferocity, the bronze was more then a match for any hunting party.

It roared its challenge again, having been drawn by the battle cries of the partnered whers and driven to protect its territory. A heartbeat later, the feral bronze charged at Sasar's brown, flashing teeth and talons.

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SPECIAL EVENT:
You've found the feral wher! That's good but now it's trying to kill you which isn't so good.

Sasar/Tyrisk: roll 1d10 with your posts. Rolling well means whatever action you take is done well, be it counter-charging or dodging the attacks because the bronze is fixated (currently) on your brown and will continue to attack. If you counter-charge, your subsequent rolls are for the locked combat.

Weighted Net Special Ability - Successful use of this item causes the Feral Wher to miss a turn due to stun/crowd-control. Success is determined by a hit.

Careesi/Kazzisk: roll 1d10 with your posts. Rolling well means whatever action you take is done well, be it circling up hill or attacking.

Rope Special Ability - It is strong, used in the training of whers and dragons alike and can withstand one use. Successful use of this item causes the Feral Wher to automatically fail one action. Success is determined by a hit.

A hit is an even roll, a miss is an odd roll. 10 is a crit and worth 1.5x the wher's damage. A 1 is a botch and your wher takes 4 damage.

Feral bronze attacks deal 10 damage. Tyrisk's attacks deal 8 damage. Kazzisk deals 6 damage. Human fists deal 1 damage.

Tyrisk's HP is 45, Kazzisk's HP is 40, and the Feral Bronze's HP is 60. Human HP is 20. **If a wher's HP reaches 0, it dies. If a human's HP reaches zero, you're knocked unconcious and playing 'dead'**

The roll in this post is the quality and hit/miss roll for the bronze's opening attack

Feel free to play the bronze's actions. It will remain fixated on the brown until I say otherwise, however.

Weighted Net
Score: 63
Tyrisk: 41
Sasar: 20

As they passed each other Tyrisk dug his claws into the earth and turned himself around. He leapt quickly trying to angle in at the bronze's hindquarters. The feral wher was faster, sideswiping Tyrisk with his massive tail. Tyrisk went sprawling into the trees, snarling as his wing caught on a branch. Ichor trickled from the punctured membrane. The bronze had drawn first blood.

Sasar held onto his net. This battle had only just begun and judging by the size of the feral bronze, it wouldn't take him down as easily as it had done Tyrisk. He needed to be knocked about first.

Length of Rope
Score: 59
Kazzisk: 40
Careesi: 20
In her hurry to get behind the wher before being noticed, Careesi tripped over a rather large rock that had been hidden beneath a pile of leaves. As the woman fell she instinctively put out both of her arms to catch herself, forgetting her already injured arm. As soon as her left hand hit the earth she let out a scream that she tried to suppress. At the sound of her scream the wher turned its eyes to her for a moment. It appeared that for now it was still going to focus on the brown wher, but she was no longer undetected either.

Knowing that she could no longer sneak up behind the feral wher, Careesi began to stand up, discovering that her ankle felt a bit weak. Curses! Why did she have to become so clusmy all of a sudden? Perhaps it was the pressure of her task, however that was unacceptable. She needed to be able to perform anything without fail. Breaking every bone in her body was not a good way to start things off. Careesi grit her teeth and tried not to focus on the pain of her arm or her ankle. It didn't appear that her ankle was actually damaged, but she may have made her arm worse.

Quickly bringing her mind back to the situation at hand, Careesi decided that now was as good a time as any to have Kazzisk join the fray. She hadn't made it very far but at least the distance would give Kazzisk a little bit of a different angle than Tyrisk. "Go on." She shouted to Kazzisk, urging the wher into battle. Immediately the blue shot off after the bronze, eager to join the pair. He leaped towards the feral wher, claws at the ready.

Weighted Net
Score: 64
Tyrisk: 37
Sasar: 20

Tyrisk took the bronze's distraction as an opportunity to get himself righted. He saw Kazzisk moving behind the large wher and hissed, drawing it's attention back to himself. Tyrisk lunged for the bronzes chest, his jaws spread wide as they went for the throat.

Sasar saw Careesi trip but didn't move to help her. The woman would be of no use to him. Her arm was already broken and she was obviously horribly clumsy. She probably wouldn't have been able to use the rope with two whole arms. No He'd have to be the one to take this beast down. At least her blue was in the fray now. So long as he didn't get himself tore up they might have a chance. Sasar didn't bank on the Bronze Handler arriving in time to help them.

Tyrisk was NOT having an easy time of this fight. His straight forward head on tactics were too easy for the Bronze to see through. Tyrisk was once again thrown aside as if he were nothing, earning himself a fresh tracing of claw marks on his chest for his efforts.

Weighted Net
Score: 65
Tyrisk: 18
Sasar: 20

Tyrisk was injured, that was painfully obvious. The Brown was no match for the enormous bronze. Sasar ground his teeth together trying to think of what he could possibly do to fix this situation. The Bronzehander still hadn't shown up and Sasar was convinced the man either couldn't hear them or didn't care. Seeing as this was their test he would probably just let them flounder out here with beasts they'd never worked with let alone bonded with.

Tyrisk gave a shriek as he was thrown aside. His back slammed into a thick tree trunk and there was a snapping sound from his wings. Ichor dripped from multiple points where the bronze's claws had punctured his thick hide.