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Daffupanda rolled 10 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 4, 2, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2
Total: 24 (10-40)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:23 pm
Testing out leveling system la la la.
1- Miss
2- Bide
3- Small hit
4- Big hit
We're 'imagining' that Kenna has leveled up 1 level. So she will roll 2 sets of dice. (the first 5 numbers is one set, the last 5 numbers is the second set). I will pick the set that favors her most and use it in the battle.
Edit:
Set one - 1, 4, 1, 4, 2 = 12
Set two - 4, 1, 2, 3, 2 = 12
I am going to use set two!
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Felyn rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 4, 2, 2
Total: 11 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:29 pm
Aibisho is not as good at fighting as Kenna, so he is still only level one. Whatever I roll, I have to use!
The RP will follow this post.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:44 pm
Move: Big HitIt was mildly nice to know that even rogues had a fighting spirit within them. When Aibisho had approached her (of all lions!) and asked her to spar with him, well... Kenna had not found it in her to deny him. After all, a good fight was good for the body and the mind, and not only helped relieve the tension (that was actually, virtually non-existent these days), but helped keep her muscles in good form.
Even now, Kenna despised to think she might let herself slip. Even if these were times of relative peace, she could not allow herself to slip even an inch. The future... her future depended on the fact she kept herself in high form. If she could do this while training and toughening someone else up then that was just a bonus. As she circled the male, her eyes narrowed down, her paws gripping the sand firmly under her pads; technically, she wasn't older than him (in fact, something told her she might just be younger) and yet it was she remain the senior.
She was waiting for an opening, a moment where his attention dropped just a notch, enough to allow her to sprint forward. A small twitch of a smirk was the only warning he received as the lioness suddenly snapped to her right, her jaw open in an attempt to grab his neck; his mane was obviously in the way though and though her teeth graced the skin of his face, no serious damage was made, "Oi," she breathed as she jumped away from him, "If you get distracted, even for a second, I'm going to rip you apart," it was hard to figure if she really meant this, or if she was trying to motivate him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 2:08 pm
First Move: BideIt wasn't that he was some kind of sick masochist, that he had come here to ask her to rough him up just so he could take the pleasure in it. It certainly wasn't because he thought he could beat her, either. No, this was all because he knew what the Firekin ideals were. Even if Kenna had taken him in with Chanda on their word alone, he was beginning to feel some stupid urge to live up to what they expected. Worth - had that ever ******** concerned him before this moment? Who knew. He'd just blame these crazy new ideas on Chanda, he blamed anything new about himself on her anyway.
It was probably a stupid idea, though, to be circling the dangerous female with these thoughts in his head. It was stupid to be thinking about anything but the former queen at all, probably. Those jaws, those claws, the power in those muscles - it would all come back to haunt him if he let his head get filled with nonsense. Too bad he realized this way too late, and by the time he saw her launch forward, all he could do was steel himself against what he saw coming and take it. The glance against his face didn't cause any serious damage, no, but ******** if it didn't hurt. He felt his jaws clench as his skin was pricked, the blood seeping from superficial wounds. It caused him to growl lightly and turn to look at her again, falling back into a circling motion.
"I can see that," he hissed, trying to force his thoughts away, to instead concentrate on this. She could kill him if she wanted to, he could see that - she was just playing now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 2:31 pm
Move: Miss
The smirk she offered him as they continued to circle each other seemed to rebuke him; could he really see that? Was he sure of it? if anything, it was amusing. But then again, Kenna had always found fights to be deeply entertaining. It was probable that she would have enjoyed even a losing battle against someone more powerful than she was; it was all about the fight itself. She would have likely died at peace with herself and the world around her if she were to be killed in battle.
In fact, when the day came... Kenna wanted to go down in battle. When the time came where she could no longer stand, and no longer be useful, she would call someone out and challenge them, and she would go down with honor, in a battle, like all lions should. Like all honorable lions should. She wasn't bloodthirsty, or... well, she was. It was just that Kenna did not see the honor in beating someone that could not defend themselves. She saw no pleasure in killing someone that was helpless; she found it tasteless. The rank of your adversary reflected back upon you in a way. There was really no strength in beating those bellow you; the real treat was within defeating those above you.
And yet, he was still waiting. He had not yet moved forth and was bidding his time. The ex-queen gritted her teeth together before lashing forward once more, her claws extended as she aimed at his face again, hoping that the move would at least wake him up, "Don't just stand there! The best defense is a good attack! Move!" her hit had failed, her claws flying past him, though she hoped that this would, at least get him to DO something, "********, Aibisho!" oh yes, she knew his name; she remembered it, in a way marking him as one of hers. She'd never forgotten any of the names of the lions that she'd welcomed into her lands, or had lived with her, "There's more to you than that!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 2:45 pm
Second Move: Miss
He had no experience with real fights, he had to admit, and he had no idea what to do. His face stung, though he knew it wasn't really damaged, and he was nervous enough to simply want to bide his time until she came after him. He was too scared to go rushing in after her first, despite the fact that he did put up a good front, and kept the fear as far from his expression as he could.
As she dashed in again, he tried to prepare himself, but those swiping claws made his heart leap up into his throw. He could feel the sting of her jaws still on his face and he had no wish to feel another swipe against his body. Reckless as usual, he swiped outwards in an attempt to make her back off, trying to connect with anything - but he only touched air. No flesh, no fur, nothing. He backed away from her slashing paws, drawing a deep breath as he tried to focus on what she was going to do next.
There were no words, not to answer her antagonizing. He could fight with Chanda, come back at her, but Kenna was right - he was being stupid about this, even if she didn't exactly come out and say it. He needed to change his tactics.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:36 pm
Move: Bide
His claws flew past her; had she moved a second later, the would have hit her across her face. However, the point of bating him had been to get him to lash out forward, which meant she had been waiting for it. A small growl resounded through her chest as she took several steps back, her red eyes narrowed.
Much better. This was much better.
She could see he was scared, but he refused to leave, and he was refusing to surrender. There was was hope for him yet, she decided. Now... it was a matter of teaching him to control that fear; to use it against his oponents. Fear gave you strength. It was when one feared for his or her life that one could pull off stunts that they otherwise would have been unable to. Kenna had never felt so much fear as the day she had faced No and Kidondo, helpless against them, surrendering everything to them in an attempt to save her childrens' future.
She was well aware that she would not have been able to pull that stunt off any other day... it was the fear of death that made her sharp as a whip, in her honest opinion. With that in mind, she returned to circling the bright red male, her tail twitching behind her, "COME ON!" she yelled at him roughly, "Maybe I should go rough Chanda up! She's more a lion than you're being!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:02 pm
Third Move: Big Hit
He could feel the heat beginning to pump through his veins, both from the fear of being hurt again, and from the heat of the fight. It felt like this when he and Chanda fought, though he never actually touched her - their spars were only of the vocal variety. Still, the edge of his nerves felt like they were on fire, his whole body was tensed as he watched his former queen circle him.
It was the antagonizing that got to him, the words of Chanda filling his mind. At first, he was simply sore that she'd compare him to a girl - of course, why should he be? Chanda was just as fiery, just as big as he was. She could probably take him down if she really wanted to, do more than just give him a pretty scar across his face, like she had when they were younger. Then, the idea of the queen roughing up Chanda sent a bolt of fire down his spine and his teeth grit hard, fangs baring.
Without a word, not even the smallest answer, he launched forward after Kenna. Jaws spread, he collided with her, grazing over her shoulder with fanged teeth - though it left him completely open.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:14 am
Move: Hit
She saw the spark in his eyes became a wild, vivid fire and while others might have kicked themselves for it, Kenna couldn't help the psychotic grin that spread across her maw, as if spurring him on. That's it, that's what she'd been wanting to see! That's what Aibisho needed, if he wanted to survive in the desert.
Unfortunately, she'd been taunting him too hard and she was too close, too close to avoid the hit when it came. Not that it mattered much though, for when his teeth graced her shoulder and the sharp pangs of pain ran through her, the ex-queen's grin twitched into life again, her nostrils flaring at the sting of blood in the air. It was obvious where Serafina had gotten her odd... personality from at least, "On second thought, you might not be such a bad specimen yourself!" she was used to talking during battle, in an attempt to edge her opponents onward. It was odd, really, that rather than looking to win, she was usually looking for a good fight.
The results of the actual fight were not all that important when merely sparring. It was how good... how fulfilling the fight was during it's duration that counted for her, "Guard yourself, mate, you're OPEN!" ignoring the pain in her shoulder, the female lifted that arm and swiped it across his face, landing a small hit on his cheek, her eyes still blazing. Apparently, just hitting her wasn't enough, it just spurred her on.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 8:54 am
Fourth Move: Bide
The momentary gratification of landing a hit on her was just that - momentary. It took a great deal of strength and momentum to charge her down, and when he stopped and was met with the brunt force of her own swipe to his face, he felt the blow reverberate through his skull, no matter how minor the wound might have been compared to the one he inflicted upon her. The sting of scratches across his cheek was nothing compared to the shattering throb inside his head.
"Ugh," he groaned, stumbling back away from her as he shook out his head, begging his eyes to concentrate back on what was happening. He didn't think she'd be the sort to strike him when he was down, not in a sparring match - though she certainly might if he was a rogue, or a threat to her in some way.
His vision finally cleared, although he was mentally still berating himself for using so much force and leaving himself open. With enough of his concentration back on the sparring match though, he set his feet and prepared himself for her next hit, because he honestly didn't think he had the will to attack her again, not with his head still ringing from the last blow it took.
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