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R'an - dodging V'ell + D'ei
HP: 13/25
defense: 1 +1 = 2
damage taken: 13
HP now Equal = 0
Status: Now Unconsious

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R'an realized his mistake as his world started to go blurry as he was stabbed somewhere in the back region of his body. He was in too much pain to tell. He staggered to the side as he felt another pain blossom on his side. Who had stabbed him where? It didn't matter to him. His skin was on fire. Worse than any wherry bite, kick or scratch and worse than being trampled by a runner beast. He grunted and staggered his way out of the way. He could barely see and the bellows around him seemed so far away.

'Mine!' A voice was calling to him and he moved towards it, falling to his knees as he was able to open his eyes for a moment, seeing Syriacuth running towards him and was suddenly over him, his dark blue wings spreading as if to shield him. He felt drops on his cheek as he fell to the ground. It was Ichor from Syriacuth's own minor wounds. R'an's last thought before falling into that darkness was, 'I'm sorry.'

He blacked out.

((there's my human...on the ground... totally passed out lol))

V'ail attacking V'ell
18/25 Hp
1d6 + 3(Blade) + 2 (Hand to hand) =
Hit! 11 Damage

The blade hurt as it cut into him, and his brother was going to pitch a fit when he returned. V'ail didn't care as he swiped at V'ell, slashing at the raiding woman rider. He just had to keep on his feet and keep moving.

Zarth - Going Fishing

V'ell no longer paid any heed to the wherholders in the water - too absorbed in the heady endorphin-fuelled battle lust, as usual. Honestly, between the two of them, Zarth's Flights were less disruptive to the pair's overall emotional state than V'ell's bouts of violence... Although at least the violence was Wherhold-sanctioned.

Regardless, Zarth had a job to be doing, and she would keep on doing it whether her rider was giving her orders or not. She failed to catch the falling riders before they struck the water, but at least they were no longer moving targets. Scooping up the nearest of the three, she carefully cradled the sodden figure of A'nos in her claws before winging upwards.

D'ei attacking V'ail
4/30 HP
1d6 + 2(Hand-to-Hand)
Damage: 3

Lycath would drop everything to protect her and carry her off if D'ei decided to pass out. She felt near enough to it when V'ell darted out to protect her in her rather blood covered state. D'ei dipped to the side, around the two fighting riders. She had no knife within reaching range - B'ns had his knife tucked behind her, away from other hands... along with her own. What she had were firsts, smal with hard knuckles from years of punching things such as V'ail... and his kidneys.. The small brownrider grit her now blood-pink teeth and moved in to punch the young man as hard as she could where she best knew he organ to be.

Fi'o, Arming
HP: 20/30
Attack: 1d6+2 (+2 hand-to-hand, +1 vs creature)
Dodge: 1d4+2
16=blunt weapon (+2 to damage)
(-2 to all rolls)

Set down, Fi'o gave the bronze who'd saved her a** a quick salute with her good arm. She and Ive would have to thank him properly later, but for now, there was fighting to be done. She might be in sharding awful shape, but the brownrider wasn't about to let that stop her from getting a piece of whatever wretched Trine folk were about. They'd pay for holding her in a cage!

...but first, she needed something to fight with. She cast about for anything solid enough to bash heads with.

Kesin, Arming
HP: 15/25
Attack: 1d6+1 (no training bonuses/penalties)
Dodge: 1d4+1
(-2 to all rolls)

Unlike a couple of the other prisoners, Kesin had no real interest in revenge, at least not today. She felt like absolute s**t, and wanted nothing more than to be reunited with Kesisk and get out of here. "Hey!" she called to no one in particular. "What's a girl gotta do for a ride around here?"

Kesi, get ready. I don't wanna stay a second longer than we have to.

An affirmative feeling was the only reply she got as the gold looked for a good opening to extract herself from the fight and get to her handler. In the meantime, Kesin looked for something to defend herself with - just in case - but couldn't find a sharding thing worth even picking up.

D'lek Attempting to Escape on Tennath 1/2

D’lek had ducked to the back of the cage as the large bronze tore the door from its hinges. He was wary of debris—images of rocks raining down and suffocating dirt filing his nostrils were enough to have him panicked. When he was able to escape the memory of the suffocating mine collapse he sent a mental cry to Tennath, pouring as much energy and feeling into it as possible, there bond was weak from the distance between them, but he managed to get his message across- Now.

Tennath had waited for this message, had spent every day pacing and raking furrows into the Southern dirt, anxious for when he could return to his. He rose above the dense foliage and blinked between with the image D’lek sent him. He appeared over the large lake, images of clashing dragons and people flailing in the water chilled his ichor. But now was not the time to be distracted, with the single-minded focus of one desperately trying to reach their most beloved Tennath folded his wings and dove, avoiding the dueling dragons, ignoring those thrashing in the water, to where the cage imprisoning his now stood broken. MINE! Tennath landed heavily, now was no time for grace, and maneuvered his way as close as possible to D’lek.

D’lek mustered what energy he had left after his imprisonment, to dodge free of the remnants of his cliff-side prison. There was so much fighting, but D’lek could only hope to remain unnoticed long enough to make it to his. Weaving through the chaos, he gathered his strength to vault to Tennath’s back with the tenacity he may have had before this venture. Mine. Was all the message that was needed to communicate the complete feeling of blithe gratitude that filled him upon contact with Tennath.

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