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KasaiLoki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:40 pm
Quote: Ai's Fighting Stats
Attack: 1%
Defense: 1%
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Ai waited, wanting the battle to officially begin. Her feet shifted anxiously on the ground, a frown always being present on her maw. As soon as the sound for the battle began, she launched forward with all her might. She did not want him to get the first attack on her.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:03 pm
 Quote: Cellen's Fighting Stats
Attack: 0%
Defense: 0%
Speed: 0%
Agility: 0%
Intelligence: 0%
Inhaling deeply as the wings of his nostrils flared, Cellen drew his eyes open slowly. There was a dynamic in the ring that was starting to change and his coarse guard hairs were starting to bristle. Even the air itself became thick with the stench of tension that wafted from off the challenger.
The moments that passed only escalated into the beginning of a challenge as his competitor started the ritual dance of fang and claw. As such a dance could not be performed alone, Cellen lunged forward.
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KasaiLoki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:27 pm
He was fast, but perhaps not fast enough. Ai wanted to grin with success when teeth had managed to graze at him. Calculating the damage done to him was not an option, as he had gotten at her too. A low growl uttered from the depths of her throat, her head flinging upward, tossing the tufts of hair away so she had better vision. Something in her mind told her to back away, analyze his moves, and wait for him to give it a go, but she didn’t. Perhaps it was the intense feeling of being in the compound that flooded her mind, making her thoughts unclear about strategy, or maybe it was a new quick-witted effort she had just thought of on her own; either way, she could be found throwing her whole body at him with a yell, not knowing what her next step would be.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:53 pm
Speed was of little importance-- one would have to follow the flowing rhythm that melded between counterparts as the motion, every movement, never became stagnant. Already the method to the madness was unfolding. She was like a blur and with her unbridled eagerness Cellen found himself tensing as a sharp sensation dragged against his shoulder.
He seethed.
A snarl ruptured along his maw-- his lips pulled away from his gums while his fangs bore in retaliation. The rawness of the wound created an unsettling warmth to spread along his back while, inside, adrenaline cascaded through his veins. Like a banner unfurled, his tail stood erect behind him. His ocher eyes narrowed, As he watched her intently, a rouse of deep laughter escaped from between his clenched jaws.
She was throwing herself at him again? Well, this was just damn-tastic.
"You're acting like a damn barbarian," he spat.
Cellen was losing his patience. Entangled within the 'fight' mentality and ensnared by his brewing aggression, he met her lung with his jaws ajar.
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KasaiLoki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:18 pm
Her feet skidded away from the male, her ears flickering between perking themselves forward, and pinning them against her head. “Aww, is a wittle girl to much for the tough fighter?” Ai countered, flipping her head again to get the hair out of her eyes. Her stance left little to be said about a defensive strategy. “I’d say give up, but this is just way to fun,” a smirk, as she readied herself for another lunge.
…That never happened. Instead, she gasped when she felt teeth settle themselves on her body. Squirming, she writhed, trying to wiggle away from the other’s jaw. She felt the teeth slipping away from her, causing her to quickly scram away from the other. Golden eyes peered at her wound, a lip beginning to curl. “How dare you?!” She squealed, raging building behind those yellow.
What any rational thoughts she may have had before just flew out her mind. Using a swerving pattern, trying to ignore the tingling sensation coming from her wound, she aimed right for the other’s back leg. Those who can’t stand, can’t fight…right?
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:53 pm
Gaping jaws had caught her searing slightly into her before the other managed to squirm from out of his grasp. A faint taste of metallic adhered to his tongue and plastered a faint glaze of crimson upon the daggers embedded within his so called smile. For a newcomer who was reckless as hell she wasn't half bad but her demeanor was projecting a boisterous chance of confrontation that would escalate outside the ring. Her brooding slander filled the air and was met with only the sound of scuffling claws against the concrete ground underfoot.
But such silence was short lived.
A painful shriek erupted from out of his maw as his ocher orbs snapped toward his left hind leg. The muscles of his chest tightened as pain pulsated from his leg with such intensity-- it was unexpected. Cellen flung his body about, breaching upward and kicking his back legs outward with the engrossed ferocity of a enraged bull.
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KasaiLoki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:56 am
Now it was his turn to be quiet. Even though her mouth was small, the teeth that lived in there were sharp, and proved a useful weapon. Especially since they clung to the meat on the leg until with one mighty kick, she was flung off, landing on the ground with a small ‘omph’. Quickly regaining her composure, she lifted herself to her feet. She had injured him! Not to a crippling point, but enough to make Ai believe that she had the upper hand.
The striped female hoped that the male was distracted enough by his wound for her to go on the offensive one more time. Ignoring the bright trickles of red coming from her side, her paws dug into the ground as she ran towards him, her head down. She would attempt to head-butt him.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:06 pm
Pain was temporary and already the rushing endorphins masked what could have become a grave hindrance. His hind legs reeled back, their muscles became taunt as tension conjured behind its frame, and suddenly shot outwards with a powerful thrust-- freeing his leg from the vice-grip of that wretched heathen. Cellen's ocher eyes locked onto his opponent. Falling victim to distraction wasn't an option. Ever.
Already the familiar sensation of crimsons warmth oozed down his leg. Just another setback, he affirmed to himself. There were always setbacks and what defined their impact was how an individual reacted when faced with tribulation. Cellen planted his wounded paw firmly upon the ground, keeping no distinction between his afflicted paw amongst the others.
The moments which allotted him to gather his bearings were brief as, before long, his opponent began barreling at him head first. In response, he too lowered his head, aligning himself and his horns toward the incoming challenge, and suddenly plowed into her. Head to head.
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KasaiLoki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:20 pm
A loud smack as two heads collided sent the female into a dizzy spiral. She backed away slowly, collapsing to the ground after a moment as her head slowly began to throb. A sudden memory lapsed on her part. The male had freaking horns on his head. She stood, her body obviously fatigued from the most recent attack. Her legs shook, but still she held that intense look in her golden eyes. Ai did not want to give up…not yet.
Her side wound becoming more of a distraction, and her head continuing its pounding brigade, the fighter took her stance. For the first time in the whole fight Ai was being trying to be calculating of his next move, or what she would do. The first attack she made was one that caught him by surprise. He had never seen her fight, so he probably underestimated fighting a girl. The next time she was successful was when she went after his back leg. What if…
And as if she was an angry bull, seeing the color red for the first time, she took after him again. Her speed lacked, but her determination and heart still remained. It was one last move, one final chance to make a great first impression for her first battle.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:59 pm
The collision resounded within the compound with a reverberating clash that caused the weak of heart, as well as stomach, to wince. The battle was proving to catch attention-- the gathered audience was only but a few as the fighting season for the Isle of Akoya was beginning to come to fruition. It would be within a few months that the 'compound' would become a hotspot for bets and bragging rights. Even within the revered sport it also had its own malicious side-- certainly with the rise of newcomers there were also to be fights that boded well outside of Akoya's regulations. The fight today was only but a precursor to the brooding battles ahead.
Although his exterior was rugged, unkempt, and his demeanor didn't quite give a s**t, Cellen himself wasn't an arrogant hard-a**. Fighting was a lifestyle, yes, but it wasn't an aspect that he would allow to control his life.
This newcomer, the 'green paw', wasn't bad. She had a hell of a lot to learn but it would take time. He liked her. She had spunk, drive, and a hell of a heart to give it her all. But today she gave too much of herself away in the fight, her own eagerness had perhaps claimed her a victory but the recklessness of her actions made him speculate that she wasn't going to be back in the ring anytime soon. She looked like hell.
And yet she persisted to prove herself. Someone was a little too damn neurotic about winning. Did she not realize that already she was only running herself to the ground?
He snarled as he met her again, charging forward with his head lowered as he thrust his horns and the weight of his entire body into her.
Losing was the least of his worries. Quite honestly, he didn't give a damn. But this young fighter was destroying any hope of prolonging her own season if she kept ******** herself while consumed in the heat of blind rage and female hormones.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:37 pm
Ai was young, and still had a lot to learn. Sure she was using every ounce of what she had in her to get through this battle, but she could always learn new ways, new techniques. One day she would build a name for herself. Those who would find her as predictable would be pleasantly surprised when she entered the compound for the next fight. Well, if she was able to enter the compound for the next fight. Something in her mind told her she might have just overdid it, but without being checked over, she didn’t know.
The last attempt to bring down the male had proved a little too much for the female. Limbs entangled with each other, claws meeting pelts of both gray and stripes, and yelps, grunts and snarls filled the air.
It felt as if the battle was over, just as soon as it begun. The female backed away, her legs shaking to the point of almost collapsing. She wouldn’t do that though, falling in the main compound after a fight was a sign of weakness that Ai did not want anyone to know she had. She breathed out heavily, as she stared right into the male’s yellow eyes. A lip rose somewhat.
“Truce for now?” While Ai had the mentality of ‘what goes on in the compound, stays in the compound,’ she wasn’t sure how Cellen acted on the outside world.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 5:51 pm
The entanglement of fur and limbs had caused both fighters to become ensnared for several moments before they righted themselves up on their feet. Rusted red was smeared against the relentless, concrete ground which only outlined a sliver of the reality which encompassed the fighters lifestyle. It was far from glamorous and even fame was something that was fleeting with an elusive exposure-- both for good and bad. Cellen fixated himself on the female as snorted, somewhat with disdain and a relief knowing that he was one step closer to being free from this hellish lifestyle-- free from being captive and having to mindlessly kill to make ends meat.
"For now," a low response rumbled from out of his chest. "But," he continued, "you need to cut the damn bloodlust out of the fight. If you keep going that route then you may end up in some of the underground matches. When you're pitted in one of those, it's a hell of a gamble whether you come out alive from one of those fights."
So many skilled fighters were lost down there along with animals they used as bait, he bitterly reminded himself. Fighters who had a remarkable beginning found themselves thrown into an underground match and never resurfaced. Not to mention the countless lives that were taken due to being cruelly used as means to instigate a fight or to rile the ravenous instincts that were embedded within each fighting Mokai.
Cellen brushed past his fellow competitor, taking several steps, and turned back around. His lips pulled back slightly, disgruntled. "You need to learn the mechanics of a fight and not get strung out to the point it jeopardizes your own season or your life."
Heading out toward the gate of the 'pit', the voided mass of deepest black called out a final musing.
"If you're looking for someone to help keep up your endurance and train you while you're out of the ring for remission, look for me at the outskirts of the orchard. If you train with someone who knows the game you'll go farther, kid."
And with that he departed. Just as quickly as the match had begun it had dispersed. But the offer was legitimate-- there would be no competition between a fighter and one who was soon to depart. Perhaps there was a part of him that wanted to pass down what he knew about the game to someone else. Someone who had more than just heart.
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