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Neon Fly rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:16 pm
 Fighting Stats:
Attack: 1% x6= 6
Defense: 1% x4= 4
Speed: 1% x5= 5
Agility: 1% x10= 10
Intelligence: 1% x2= 2
Anticipation made Brigadier's entire body seize painfully, bulky muscle tight and twitching as he pulled against his collar and the sturdy lead held two-handed by his owner. The thundering drone of the crowd and scent of old blood, shed during previous bouts, made the fighter ache for battle. This is what he had been born to do and anything that got in his way, even his money-hungry human, would prove a serious miscalculation.
Jack Thorton didn't bother to reprimand the Mokai that clawed at the ground and threw his weight into every step towards the ring. Rather he encouraged it. This was the sort of blood thirsty desire he wished all his fighters had been born with, but there was no mistaking that after so many duds he had finally struck gold.
Brigadier was going to make him a rich man.
Unhooking the leash with one hand, the other held tightly to the back of the collar where his fingers were safe from gnashing teeth. Releasing the last buckle of the muzzle that kept foaming jaws from chomping on any innocent bystanders Jack backed out of the ring in a hurry. Leaning against the edge of the fence as he watched his champion do his thing.
As soon as the last restraints had been removed Brigadier leapt at his prey, fangs bared. If his opponent was expecting a polite introduction or some playful banter before the start of this fight, they would be sorely disappointed.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:57 pm
 Fighting StatsAttack: 1% x 9 = 9 Defense: 1% Speed: 1% Agility: 1% Intelligence: 1% It wasn't quite her first time in the fighting ring. The ivory-and-ebony-pelted canine was used to it by now; the smells of smoke, whiskey, and the ever-present faint whiff of blood; the sounds of men overhead, haggling and hedging their bets, the far-off whines and growls of caged Mokai waiting their turn in the ring; and the motions of the men above the pit, although the ring itself was strangely void of motion.
Not for long.
The young creature shifted restlessly, her blue eyes narrowing a little as she swallowed, tail twitching carefully. Unlike the fighter that she could hear - but not see - on the other side of the pit, she herself only pulled enough against her master's hold to keep a taunt pressure there, but she wasn't working herself up as they other was. She pushed fear away - that was an emotion that had no place here.
The other fighter sounded bloody rabid.
She felt rather than heard her owner grunt, and suddenly the pressure of the leash was gone; she swiftly slipped into the opening given to her in the pit, quickly trying to get her bearings.
Not quickly enough, however. Something - something large, dark-furred, and slavering - slammed into her almost full-force, causing her to instinctively snarl and snap, whirling about in a sudden fury that was as much fear as sheer aggression. Knocked almost clear off her feet, Maurea tried to scrabble for balance as her fangs tried to get a good purchase in his shoulder someplace. A growl bubbled up from her throat, rising and growing in inflection. Damnit!
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Neon Fly rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:13 pm
Every fight was different. Every challenger posed their own individual problems. Brigadier never really thought much more about it than that. Whether his opponent was male or female was a factor that never even crossed the savage beast's mind. It didn't truthfully matter. Their actions in the ring would prove whether or not they were meant to be there.
This one caught him off guard by how easily he had thrown his weight into her, having expected the monochrome Mokai to at least fashion some attempt to dodge his menacing advance.
She was quick though, wheeling around to grab a solid hold on his left shoulder. The piercing bite of teeth sinking into his flesh brought a rush of adrenaline with the surge of pain. His jaws clenched against the growl that thrusted up his throat and seeped through wrinkled jowls. Damn his fur for not being thick enough to shield him from the grip of her fangs.
With only three legs at his disposal, Brigadier shoved forward with the strength of his hind legs. Making every attempt to gain ground and push the nervy Mokai into the wall where attacking her would be easier.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:07 am
Fighting Stats
Attack: 1% x 9 = 9
Defense: 1% x 8 = 8
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Her bite hit home; she could taste fur, flesh, and blood in her maw, but rather than deter her, this only made her clamp on harder, worrying at the soft tissue in the shoulder. Exhilaration burned through her veins, driving the fear further away as a strange sort of blood lust took its place.
Her grip didn't last; he was larger than her, and stronger, and as he pummeled forwards on his hind legs, her jaws loosened and she broke free, stumbling a little against the dirt floor of the pen as she did so. Unthinkingly, Maurea licked at her lips and teeth - they didn't have much blood on them, but there was enough so that the taste was there, and part of her savored it as she regarded him narrowly for a split second. In a moment, he had charged her again, but this time she was better prepared; he was trying to worry her against the wall, shouldering her there, but she managed to get her head in front of her, snapping and snarling at him as her fluffy behind touched the smooth steel of the pit wall. If she was going to be stuck here - damnit, at least she'd not make it easy for him! Trying a feint towards his throat, she ducked down at the last minute and tried to grab the same leg she'd seized before.
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Neon Fly rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:28 pm
What the hell was happening to him? He should have made easy work of this little b***h, yet Brigadier found himself struggling. Struggling? Really? Had that thought honestly just crossed his mind? The brute could hear Jack hollering from the sidelines, the vein was probably throbbing in his temple with every syllable. "What the hell's your problem?! SHAKE'ER OFF!"
He snarled, spittle spraying with the force behind scathing words, "GET IN THE FIGHT!"
It wasn't the words that registered with the fighter as much as it was his trainer's tone, reciprocated in his frustrated snarl. At least he was finally able to jar free of the female's grasp though his shoulder was sore, twinging with each step he took towards her. Pressing into his opponent's plush-furred frame until they were at the wall. Right where he wanted her--or so Brig had thought. With a quick flick of her head the quick little whip had her hind end protected and her muzzle nearly in his chest.
Perhaps most would have been considering how to turn this fight around, but for Brigadier, it simply was. He didn't flinch from the feint to his throat, nor the bite that was angled at his leg. Brazenly allowing the female to grab hold of him despite the surge of pain that jolted all the way up his shoulder. With her jaws preoccupied on his leg the back of her neck was open to attack. Slavering jaws making a grab for the vulnerable spot around all that thick fur.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:36 am
Fighting Stats
Attack: 1% x 9 = 9
Defense: 1% x 8 = 8
Speed: 1% x 9 = 9
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
URGH -
Teeth chomped down on the back of her neck, hard enough to cause considerable pain to shoot through Maurea's body. Godsdamnitall - thankfully it was the back of her neck, where the skin was looser and less fragile, the folds there specially designed for being carried when she was a puppy - but even if it wasn't her throat, the pain was considerable, and she swallowed a furious yelp. In this awkward position, she found she had a difficult time tearing away; he had her too solidly. Even if he probably wouldn't do too much damage there, beyond some bleeding and bruising, the hold opened it up for him to worry her down to the ground and attack someplace more tender.
Well, she wasn't about to let that happen. With a vicious snarl, pupils constricting in fury, she gathered one of her ivory paws to her and lifted it up and over the side of his body, hoping to plant a good one against the side of his head, trying to put as much weight into the blow as she could.
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Neon Fly rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:54 am
It wasn't necessarily a bad move, but the tactic might have been of better use to him if his teeth had found a solid hold. Instead Brigadier could feel the loose flesh sliding against the real prize of her neck, allowing her head to twist and crane freely. Not that she wasn't still hindered, but it wasn't enough to give him the advantage he wanted.
Blood wept from the bite wounds that had sunk deep into his left side, leaving behind shadowy tear trails upon a velvet blue coat. The pain only served as a reminder that the fighter was still alive. Still willing to fight as long as the heart in his chest drummed the tattoo of a warrior.
Surrounded by stands filled with anxious spectators on the edge of their seat it proved a different atmosphere than the viewers to an illegal fight. A howl of surprise echoed from the crowd, though Brigadier couldn't understand why at first. Dazed by the paw that swiped against the side of his thick skull. The same paw that had sent him skidding backwards.
What the---?? When had his teeth released her? As if the cobalt beast had the luxury of being able to leisurely unravel the most recent events that had left his head a bit clouded. He knew better. Every dazed moment left him open to attack. Cchht..
A low rumble built in the back of Brig's throat as he lunged a second time. There was no trickery in his actions. No feinting or false leads. His intention was to grab hold of her hind leg and rip the black and white fighter off her paws. Straight forward and simple.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:28 am
Fighting Stats
Attack: 1% x 9 = 9
Defense: 1% x 8 = 8
Speed: 1% x 9 = 9
Agility: 1% x 10 = 10
Intelligence: 1%
She got a few seconds' breathing room when he released her, but she could feel the blood trickle along the back of her neck; he'd punctured the skin, at least, and she suspected she'd have a hell of a bruise when this was all over. Trying to ignore the ache there, she tried to get her bearings again, quickly taking advantage of the situation to slide along the wall and out into open space again, where she could maneuver more easily. Speed rather than strength would be her ally - she wasn't strong enough to go up against him directly, not yet.
The attack didn't surprise her - what did take her aback was the fact that he didn't bother feinting this time, and his jaws nearly closed around her forepaw as she frantically backpedaled. As it was, he managed to nick a good-sized chunk out of the front part of her paw, taking some flesh and fur along with it. Snarl rising again, she pushed off with her hind-legs and darted at him as he swung by, aiming this time for his shoulder.
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Neon Fly rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:36 pm
Every jagged sound of outrage, every vibrating threat that poured from her muzzle fell upon deaf ears. If she hoped to deter him vocally, Brig's nameless opponent was barking up the wrong tree. He didn't fear her. Nor would he back down when a body was placed in front of him to rip to shreds.
Too bad she seemed to be doing more of the shredding today.
His fangs clutched at the small prize of fur and skin that hung upon his teeth. It was hardly comparable to the leg he'd been aiming for though. A sour grunt issuing Brigadier's displeasure with the token as it was discarded without a second thought. In this close quarters combat he didn't have time to be distracted, lunging for her throat as her lithe frame ducked low.
To everyone's surprise the bite fell short, jaws snapping closed on the air with a heavy, hollow "clomp". She was smaller. Quicker. And her teeth had found him first, burying into his already injured shoulder with startling precision. Raw nerves sending pulsing signals of pain down the length of his foreleg until it collapsed, pulling that unforgiving mouth just out of reach of the body it lusted after.
Brigadier was done.
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Mila Farrell rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 2:14 pm
For a long second or two after the dark-furred male went down, Maurea held on grimly, worrying the shoulder with a few shakes every so often, as if she were intent upon doing more damage to Brigadier than was strictly necessary. But as she felt the energy seem to drain out of her opponent's body, her eyes finally opened again, and she simply opened her jaws to let him drop at her feet on the pit. Her neck ached, her front paw ached, and, let's face it, her entire body ached - but she'd defeated him. Giving him a cold look, she lifted her nose - and saying absolutely nothing, turned her back on him and walked to the other side of the pit. The roaring noise of the crowd by this point had dropped down to a reasonable level, as men bickered amicably over bets that had been wagered at the beginning of the match. Her human, an older man with graying hair, grunted his approval and clipped a leash on her collar. Without bothering to look back, the new fighter left the ring, the victor.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:42 pm
Get. Up. Get Up. Get UP. GET UP. GET UP. GET UP! GET UP!! GET UP!!!
The chant of his enraged master roared between Brigadier's ears until it became little more than a drone of nonsensical sound. Until they were no longer processed by auditory sensation, but rather a kinetic sense of feeling. Little did he realize that they weren't Jack's words, but the drive of his own subconscious. Why the hell was her back turned to him? This wasn't over! He could still fight!
With three legs still stiffly holding the greater portion of his weight off the dirt floor the fighter looked like some fashion of unnatural tripod. I'm not done! Turn your back on me! I'll kill y--
An ugly, mangled growl fell from the Mokai's wrinkled jowls and bared fangs. Willing himself to put weight on his injured foreleg in an effort to surge after the retreating puff of tail that dared to mock him. His attack was cut short by the tension that suddenly cut the wind from his lungs. Rasping with every violent tug against the leash his trainer had managed to clip on beforehand. Leather gloved hands were meticulous about muzzling Brigadier's forceful jaws. Even with protection, being caught wouldn't have been a pleasant experience. "It's done! Let it go!"
Strangely foreign commands were issued by a familiar voice causing Brig to lift his head so sharply that his forehead cracked against the skull of his owner. They both winced. What did he mean 'Let it go'? How the hell could he let something like this go?! She had run away!
"Come now." Jack sighed, rubbing the sore spot on his chin and giving the lead a hearty tug. Brigadier's tenacity was as much a pain in his a** as it was a blessing. He didn't have an off button like most other fighters, leaning his weight against the tether to get back into the ring. The further away he managed to get them the harder Brig fought to get back, but tonight was over.
[ END ]
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