He managed to evade Calanoth's attack - just - but there was still no room to flee and besides, that would hardly impress Sereth. With another of his trademark ear-splitting shrieks he lashed out again at his superior officer, seeking to draw ichor in whatever fashion he could.
[Regulith - 2nd action - flying! HP: 5/15 Roll: 5 Size 29ft: -2 Last interaction: +1 Previous round: 77 Bonus for Blooding: +10 Standing bonus: +4 Total for round: 18 Total distance: 95]
He had to confess he was a little disappointed he hadn't been the one to take out the green but it was done and done well. The blue was down too and the two huge browns occupied with one another. For now it seemed the best thing to do was catch up to his brother and then... then he could decide what to do next.
Letting out a brassy bugle Regulith wheeled about and flew onward.
Calanoth Strike back at Pycath Roll: N/A (2/3 actions left) HP: 4 Total distance: 29
Pycath was quick, but Calanoth had known that. Malcarreth had been quick too. All of them were seasoned riders of Second wing and there was a reason. It's because they were good at what they do. As Pycath slipped past him Calanoth felt a heavy blow land hard on his side. As you wish Pycath! He snapped his teeth at the nearest part of the darker brown when Pycath attacked again, evading his claws with a twist of his wings.
Twisted as he was, Calanoth flipped sideways and kicked hard with both hind legs.
Venaith HP:1 Total distance: 79
Venaith labored, pushing himself as fast as he could go in an effort to leave the fighting behind. At the sound of Regulith's bugle Venaith looked over his shoulder to find his brother after him. Would he attack or was he doing as Venaith did and attempting to end the flight in the natural way?
[Pycath - Striking back at Calanoth HP: 0/15 Roll: 5]
Ichor was in the air, it was hard to tell whose it was at this point. It hardly mattered right now anyway, all that mattered was fighting until one or both of them could fight no more.
With a last battle cry he took the strike of Calanoth's talons and sunk his own into the other brown's shoulders.
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[Regulith - last action - attacking Venaith HP: 5/15 Roll: 5 Total distance: 95]
The browns fell away behind them and though there were other males in the air none were very near. Regulith found himself uncertain again, he shuddered at the thought of harming his brother and yet... yet Sereth had bid them fight and this was her day. He only hoped that there would be no hard feelings from his clutchmate.
Regulith swerved towards Venaith with a bugle - a bugle, not a snarl or a roar - and swiped at him.
Calanoth roared in pain as Pycath's claws ripped through his shoulders. Pain blinded him and suddenly he was aware of a flurry of verbal abuse coming from Z'fer as the spell of flightlust was overpowered by pain and the loss of too much ichor.
He'd failed. He'd won, in a manner he saw as his rivals were just as bloodied as he was, but he couldn't fly any longer. His shoulders screamed in protest as he extended his wings and plummeted barely under control towards the healer's caverns to join the rest who had come before him.
Venaith Strike back at Regulith Hp: 0 Total distance: 79
For a second he felt betrayal, then anger, then a weary understanding. He knew why Regulith felt the need to attack him, or at least, he thought he understood. Maybe. Still, a challenge, even when he was down past his reserves of energy already must be answered in kind. Venaith trumpeted back and reached out to smack Regulith's claws away.
He really had no strength or desire to fight his brother though and Venaith was forced to accept the reality that he was done. Good luck brother! The usually verbose bronze parted with just that simple sentence and a feeling of sincerity.
Maybe he milked his departure a bit, his flight erratic as the muscles along his back quivered against his barely maintained control. If it looked like Regulith had taken him down in one hit maybe it would help his chances. If Venaith couldn't win the flight he would be glad to know that Regulith had over any of the others.
His brother spiraled away and down, and he couldn't help the pang of guilt in his chest. The other bronze words and the feeling of sincerity were returned with thanks, respect, and a feeling of apology but anything more than that would have to wait.
Regulith turned to Sereth and called to her once again. He had done all he could to prove his worth, now all he could do was await her decision.
Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:22 pm
Sereth Health Points: 2 - 2 (Blood loss) = 0
She had requested and they had complied, as it should be. Her blue suitor was the first to strike out (+1 Malcarreth), but his target however didn't plan on going down without a fight (+2 Calanoth). The larger dragon hadn't drawn much attention to himself throughout the flight, staying at the back mostly. Perhaps he was the type to wait until the end to take out his opponent. A different brown set upon Malcarreth next (+5 Pycath) now that one had made himself known.
The smaller blue struck back (+1 Malcarreth), but Sereth's attention was quickly diverted as Regulith and Venaith seemed to join together to take out their green foe (+6 Regulith, +6 Venaith) the green was fast though and dodged both successfully (+3 Vespeth), choosing to begin her own attack against Venaith (+3 Vespeth). It was interesting, as was Venaith's rather spectacular dodge (+3 Venaith) and follow up attack that had the green breaking away from the following with one last strike (+7 Venaith, +1 Vespeth). A combined attack to remove a single competitor, it was a clever strategy and what was strength without a good strategy.
There they had it, the first to fall from the chase by another's claws had been the green. It was impressive that she had stayed this long and not tired or been muscled out. Sereth sent Vespeth a feeling of acknowledgement and thanks for her participation. The green had certainly made things entertaining to say the least.
Sereth turned her gaze back to the others in time to see Malcarreth attempting to, it seemed, attach himself to the larger brown. The blue had guts, that was undeniable (+5 Malcarreth). Pycath it seemed had the edge though as the brown saw his attack coming and responded with a vicious onslaught (+8 Pycath). Sereth watched the blue be cast aside and felt Nersha's concern for the blue as he fell. True enough she desired a strong champion, but a death was no good to the Weyr and she could not justify lives being lost in pursuit of her.
Reaching out the gold offered a thanks to the blue. They were not close, they had absolutely no reason to be and in truth up until now their interactions had been rather unpleasant, but Sereth still did not wish him dead or, seriously at least, injured. She wished him well and a swift recovery from his wounds and let him know that he had fought well that day.
It seemed however that rest was not on the agenda for Pycath though as the larger brown struck at him (+3 Calanoth). The response was honestly the type she had come to expect as Pycath struck back (+2 Pycath). Really only four competitors were making themselves stand out to her, others seemed content to either hang back or half-heartedly swipe at each other. Now it seemed to be coming down to the two modern browns and the two young bronzes that had followed her into the future. An interesting choice she was faced with. A bronze from her time, or a brown from theirs. While she wasn't particularly picky when it came to colour Sereth had to say the choice was a novel one. Their browns, especially that quiet one tended to be larger than her times bronzes. Would a better clutch from from a larger male or a metallic one? An interesting thing to muse, but Sereth already knew her choice wouldn't be based on that.
Pycath launched a follow-up attack (+2 Pycath), but Calanoth was quick to evade and land a strike of his own (+1 Calanoth). The two were an interesting match and, as Venaith and Regulith saw fit not to fight each other at the moment, had Sereth's full attention. Nersha informed her they were both of second wing, so their skills were recognised within their own Weyr as well it seemed. A twist and a kick as Calanoth launched an attack (+11 Calanoth), Pycath returning in kind and sinking talon into the larger browns shoulder (+8 Pycath). The two reached a stalemate and Sereth was more than a little disappointed to see the two males descend. They had been good fighters, both, and evenly matched it seemed.
She reached out to Calanoth first, he had strength and the wisdom to know when to use it. She respected him for that, not. She let it be known that should he chase her again she would be delighted to have him and that she'd keep a much closer eye next time. The gold sent him an affectionate parting thanks.
Next was Pycath. He had impressed her, she let him know that. His ferocity had called to her and she hoped he would join her in flight again. Another day may well be his time. The brown was skilled and strong that was a certainty, but luck was also part of the game and she wished him better luck should he try again. Hoping this would not be the last they saw of each other Sereth bid him a fond farewell.
Now there were only two dragon's left in the sky Sereth had any real interest towards. Her gaze swung to the two young bronzes and she felt her head spin a moment. The wound on her side had calmed, mostly likely because demanding her suitors fight had given Sereth the chance to rest and observe them from a distance. It seemed that Nersha's fears of her choosing a male too large had been unfounded. Of course it was possible that neither would succeed, they could end each other just as Pycath and Calanoth had. She didn't much like that idea; having to choose a second rate male because the strong had been too successful and beaten everyone of worth out.
Beating her wings the gold hissed as her shoulder complained. She hadn't planned to go higher, but it looked almost as though the two bronzes did not intent to fight and she would have to make a judgement between them. A bugle caught her attention and the gold swerved, her vision spinning far more than she did. Focusing she saw Regulith launch his attack (+10 Regulith), his devotion then enough to follow her command even against another he was loyal to. It wasn't often a good plan to test loyalty unnecessarily, but in this instance Sereth had needed to. Venaith attempted to deflect the blow (+1 Venaith), but even from her position Sereth could see the flight was taking it's toll, he had fought well against Vespeth earlier.
Reaching out Sereth brushed lovingly against the young bronze's mind. He had done wonderfully and she was so grateful to him for defending her. Later she would come and make sure that he was well if he would allow it. She hoped that he would fly with her again and that he would be just as brave as he had today.
That left only one. Her sweet and strong Regulith. Sereth crooned as the young bronze flew up to her. He had proven that, despite his age, he had the strength to be a suitable mate, to make a strong clutch. They would clutch well and their eggs would be strong. Sereth bugled to let her choice be known, to dismiss those other males that had failed to meet her expectations. Her beckoning croon to Regulith turned to a shriek of surprise however as her wing buckled. The gold flailed and reached out to the young bronze. Her wing would not stretch out and every stunted beat it managed caused a fresh wave of pain. She frantically tried to stay aloft, relying on her strong side, but it was clear that without aid the gold wasn't going to stay in the air very much longer.
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Final Round Has Ended!
The winner is: Bronze Regulith of Lamira!
Final scores:
Calanoth (Knocked out by Pycath) - 46 Malcarreth (Knocked out by Pycath) - 52 Pycath (Knocked out by Calanoth) - 102 Regulith - 111 Venaith (Knocked out by Regulith) - 94 Vespeth (Knocked out by Venaith) - 67
As Sereth turned to croon at him Regulith's hearts swelled with pride and he swooped in to meet her, just in time to see her falter once more. The young bronze's eyes went from purple to a mixture of yellow and white, though still with flickers of violet, and he dipped down to catch hold of her and steady her course. he sent, his voice strong and bright with adoration and exhilaration. And afterwards he would see her safely down to the healers so that her wounds could be treated. That was afterwards however and this... well, this was now.