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DragonsRage24 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:53 pm
 Fighting Stats:
Attack: 1%
Defense: 8%
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
It was time for another try. He stretched his limbs, bright eyes attend and he looked up to K. who had a smile on her face who seemed to block out the jeering comments of the other men that stood around. She was strong for it, and he wanted to be strong for her. Kuruk tried to stay focused, but his fervor for a want to prove himself, become better, was alive in his blood like fire in a blazing hearth and he smiled and held his head high as he walked to his area in the pit. He had room, had K.'s eyes and felt ready.
This was his time.
He did not raise his tail, not yet, it was too soon. But he let his fur begin to stand on end as his eyes narrowed, waiting for his opponent to enter the pit. His paws felt the ground beneath him, held his weight readily, and as soon as his opponent was presented, the bell ringing, he sprung forward.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:09 pm
The wings of her nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, drinking in the atmosphere and its intoxicating vibe. Although she had lost her previous fight, Rust was anxious to make her mark in the stack rankings. Reckless and inexperienced, her route to success was soon to be paved through blood and sweat. Quite literally, really. Her jowls gritted together as tension conjured within her back legs; her muscles conjured the pent up tension and became taunt as she crouched low, waiting. Rust's mind was in a flurry of thought but it seemed to quell as the compound fell silent.
What felt like ages suddenly erupted in the blink of an eye as the bell's chime cut through the silence.
Meeting her opponent, Rust lunged forward into the heat of the battle. Unfortunately, she was met with an overpowering blow as he collided into her chest. Barreling backwards with a twist and turn, the fighter collided hard onto the ground as she smacked onto its unforgiving surface with the blade of her shoulder. She growled as a pain shot through her side, yet now was not the time to dwell on a temporary hindrance.
Hurriedly striving to gather her bearings, Rust rolled forward and launched herself upwards with her jaws ajar.
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DragonsRage24 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:15 pm
She was strong, and it contradicted his feeling inside of his bulky body. A female, should he really be fighting a female? Was it right for him, for anyone, to pit a male and female against one another? Each had abilities, but in the end, was it truly right? Kuruk tried to stay on his feet, feeling adrenaline pump through his system. After hurling his body forward, he felt a great strength in him, but again, he felt as if his stamina, it needed more.
He needed to be more careful.
Shifting his weight, he took the blow she dealt and winced as they connected. He slid back as she struck, side stepping, and he went to grab her but she was fast. Again, he barreled towards her, intent on trying to knock his body weight into her shoulder but a pain went through him from where her jaw had met his fur.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:41 pm
A growl rippled from out of her throat as a force thrust into her shoulder. Rust stiffened, jowls clenching fiercely, as her ears pinned back. He was strong, no doubt, and yet she sure as hell wasn't going to give in. Not before she did something stupid, thoughtless, even dangerous. Like a kamikaze, the female was somewhat slow to realize that she had landed a hit----
Rust wasn't sure how in the hell that was possible but, damn, she'd roll with it! Besides, she was a fighter; she had stubbornness issues.
Attempting to keep a vice grip around him, the female fighter attempted to jerk her body towards the right, thrusting her entire weight forward in a roll, to throw him off his feet. Her plan was thoughtless although, to a degree, it seemed to be taking a form of its own. Somehow this was slightly concerning to the young fighter and yet it was invigorating.
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DragonsRage24 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:54 pm
His breathing was hard, his heart beating like his paws wished to beat on the ground beneath him. LIke the drums he heard in his dreams. She was resilient, and he smirked at her, and almost sneered, almost. She had a bite in her, that was for sure, but he couldn't match it, not yet. He was not driven to the point where he would lay his fangs against a female's body in the pit. He may be a male, but he had honor, respect, and he wanted to uphold it. He only hoped that the surges of forcing his body weight against hers would be enough, but he couldn't be sure. He panted, licking his lips, watching her. She had an air about her, as if she danced upon it, floated as one with it, and it made him wonder her origin.
Was she bred from a mighty bloodline, a fast mother and father? Was she coy, did her fighting style speak fathoms that perhaps she would not say aloud if they had met on the street?
Watching her, he kept his tail raised, ears back, and conceited a new method, he did not wish to lay his fangs upon her, but, he could try to subdue her, if he got close enough. But he also knew, if he could not control himself, he would barrel past and give her opportunity. Knowing he had to try, he went for her, gritting his jaw tightly closed, hoping to flip her onto her back to pin her with the whole of his body weight, if only for a moment to devise his next plan of action.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:15 pm
Wouldn't it be interesting to know that she hadn't descended from a magnificent bloodline, that her mother and father had been rather ordinary fighters? Strangely enough, Rust couldn't quite recall her puphood, as it were; she had come from humble beginnings, simple origins which merited no recognition or titles. Rust was just---Rust. But there was something inside of her, something that desperately fought to shine, to become exposed. Deep down, the female fighter was a firework and she was only beginning to find her light.
There was something about the male that emanated honor, chivalry, and respect. Admittedly, Rust was unprepared on how to react. Her ears sunk lower against her skull while her eyes widened, mirroring those of a saddened struck puppy. From around him, her jaws loosened and released their grip.
But it was that sole mistake, that loss of edge, which suddenly resulted in the fighter finding herself slammed onto her back. A yelp shrieked from out of her maw. She panicked; her limbs kicked about in fury and disorientation.
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DragonsRage24 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:21 pm
He'd hurt himself doing that one. Between his blows, they were hard, and he was putting strain on his body. He felt a sever pull on his shoulder he had thrust out and towards her, when he went to pin her, and it caused him to stumble, to snarl, not at her, but himself as he closed his eyes and felt the wrenching pain. He heard K. saying something, but he couldn't back down now, not yet, and he struggled to find his balance.
This russet colored female was strong, almost brutally, and her speed was greater than his as her paws flailed he stumbled off from her, nearly fell to the ground completely and yelped in pain.
Kuruk tried to keep the weight evenly distributed through his legs, but it ached, and it hurt greatly. K. noticed, and started calling to him. No, he wouldn't stop, not now. He had to keep going, he had to at least finish, he wouldn't back down, not again. He had a code of honor to K. to fighters and to himself, he would not give up on his spirit. So he went for her again, biting back the pain the entire time, wanting to ram into her, her legs, making her slid out and away from him to give him some time to catch his bearing while also doing damage.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:50 pm
Her body was aching and yet the adrenaline was continuing to course through her canine-like veins. She inhaled deeply, flinching as pain crept out from her side. No doubt both fighters were becoming battered and bruised yet her opponent certainly was unfortunately reaping the side effects that their subspecies were subject to. It was inevitable, unavoidable---something which a competitor could never escape from without some form of lasting reminder from a particular encounter within the ring. And yet the male seemed to be hogging all of the authentic battle damage.
Rust was not amused.
Lying on her back, her eyes flickered as she watched him storm towards her with determination fueling his need to upkeep his stamina and stature within the ring. Sometimes males were so egotistical, Rust rolled her eyes.
But, like him, she wasn't giving up. As he charged forth, she rolled onto her paws and lowered her head---there was little time in between as she met him head on. Head to head.
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DragonsRage24 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:56 pm
Although pain shot through him like the guards whistle when it sounded in the dead of night, he held on. He felt dizzy, almost overtaken for a moment, but he held on and stayed within consciousness.
He felt one last surge of energy coarse through him, one last want to prove himself, and he looked to her with apologetic eyes for any tension, pain that would come from their fight. Kuruk loved fighting, felt it in him since he was a pup, even when he was first given to K. he felt like he wanted to fight to have James, the giver, stay. In the pit, the ring, this was where he could be K.'s support, give her what she needed, but he feared that the strain in his body, the pain he felt, might keep him from returning the next week. He pushed himself this time, for that he was glad, but, he had gone too far with his body. He had not yet been ready for this much, his fighting skills not primed, but he wanted to try, give it his all, and he would, he had.
He looked to her, brown and speckled, splotched, and a smile came over him as he saw the same fire, the same spirit seemingly reflected in her eyes. She wanted this too, wanted it badly.
One, last, time, he told himself, and he went for her then. He merely wanted to knock her paws out from under her, perhaps have her become slower, a little harder, or in this case, softer with her blows. But he was strained, pained, and wasn't sure how much force he could put into it. He trie with all his might as he ran one last time for her, and closed his eyes when he was close enough waiting to feel the connection.
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Kijani rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:26 pm
There was more than just determination that was set ablaze inside of her---a sense of empowerment sparked within her. It was as if she had been reawakened to this realization that she was capable of being a potent fighter, a force to be reckoned with. Her chest tightened as she stiffened, forging her posture to become rigid in its stance to brace for the catastrophe to come. Feeling the heat and pressure of his body impact into her, Rust fought back for the final assault.
She spun around quickly on her paws, her back facing him, and threw her weight forward onto her forepaws. The sudden shift of her weight caused her back legs to tuck close to her chest---just enough before she propelled her back legs forward.
One last try.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 2:07 pm
He hit her, and it hurt again, not only did he believe he was causing damage to her, but himself, he could feel the tightness in his leg, his shoulder, the tension beginning to cause him to grimace. As she shot out towards him, he had no way of moving out of the way, her speed was greater, and his build, his current situation, would not allow himself to get out of the way. Her hit hurt, but not as much as he thought as a tingling sensation was beginning to wash over him.
As the bell tolled, ringing the end, K. seemed to be cheering, a smile lit happily on her face.
It appeared, that he had won.
He looked to the russet colored female, giving a half smile, wincing from pain as he did so, "You've such a strong spirit don't you?" he asked, his eyes watching her, "don't ever let it falter." He could hear K. coming for him, and he rested on his haunches, trying to keep himself up, but he was tired, and hurt, "I'm Kuruk. JUst know, even if not to the humans, you've proved your strength greatly to me."
He struggled then, to keep himself up, and as he began to lean he felt K. at his side, her hands on his fur and he closed his eyes, taking a breath.
He'd done it, for her, but he'd hurt like hell in the morning.
Final Tally:
Fighting Stats vs Rolled Totals:
Attack: 1% x 10: 10
Defense: 8% x 7: 56
Speed: 1% x 10: 10
Agility: 1% x 9: 9
Intelligence: 1% x 8: 8
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 4:47 pm
The blow was enough to throw her off balance--the force jolted her forwards and caused the terra cotta hued Mokia to face plant into the cement. And hell, did it hurt! Thankfully, a saving grace erupted from within the compound to signal that the fight was complete. There was no lack of hesitation as her body heaped into a pile of fur and limps. Rust could feel her body shrieking, aching in pain while her lips were all but plastered onto the concrete listlessly.
It wasn't until her opponent spoke that her ears perked forward, swiveling ever so slightly in his direction. Somewhat to appear decent, she scrambled up to her paws and had a lopsided grin hung across her maw.
"It's all of this raw fighter-ness contained inside me," she sheepishly remarked. "Sooner or later I'll get a hold of it and there will be some serious consequences on the battlefield." The female swallowed slightly, somewhat intimidated but trying to hold her own. For her first fight she did alright--hell, she was still waking, let alone breathing. It was a mark of success on her account.
"Names Rust. I'll see you around, Kuruk. And sorry...for all of--uh, that," she gestured with a forepaw, pointing out his areas of discomfort."
Giving one last smile, the young fighter scampered from out of the ring and walked alongside Talonth as they began the trek home. Home to where Keegan also had her own surprise waiting for him.
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