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its_ p a o rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2, 3, 4
Total: 17 (5-20)
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oo Ded rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 2, 4
Total: 12 (5-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 11:15 am
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Fashaq felt tense, but he didn't really have the words to explain why. It had been a little while now since his last viking, and he felt as though he were a bit... cooped up, maybe? Maybe that was it. Or maybe he was just spending too much time with his sister and her apparent intentions to drive him mad were finally taking a toll.
Either way, his muscles felt stiff and itching to spring into action. Other than taking another leave of the pride (which he didn't feel physically nor mentally prepared for, given how the last journey went), the best course of actions seemed to be taking a good walk around the borders. Maybe something interesting would show up.
A breath of relief left him as he heard the roar. It was an unfamiliar voice, but the call was one he knew well enough. An Askorun.
He was close enough to where he felt confident that he'd be the first reaver on the scene, so the lion quickened his pace until the lioness came into view.
Fashaq was a quiet lion by nature, something that didn't change in greeting the rogue. No words were said--they both knew what they were here for. His muscles tensed and readied and he gave her only a nod. A sort of 'after you' gesture.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 11:58 am
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There was a pause when the lioness tumbled. A pause to check his footing and feel out his shoulder. In retrospect, he would have just went for it. He would reflect on this, later. About how in a life or death battle, that second pause could have cost of life. Here, it likely meant costing him the fight.
Fashaq lunged towards the downed lioness, but a few seconds too late. She had already pounced forward and by the time his claws were extended, she had already made contact with his shoulder.
The pain that radiated from it pulled a growl from his maw, but he was already committed to the forward lunge and he had no choice but to follow through. The navy lion weight more and so he topped forward, tumbling over her. The lion rolled forward, flinching at the shoulder before getting back to his feet. He'd have to watch that shoulder. No use in making for a legitimate injury just from a rogue challenge.
But he still had to put up a fight. Still had to do all he could for the good name of the pride. And so Fashaq jumped forwards once more, aiming his weight towards the bulk of the lioness's mass in an attempt to get on top of her and bright the fight to close range.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:17 pm
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Aelin flinched as well, when his claws nicked her flank as he tumbled over her, but it wasn't so bad as to be a significant distraction during this fight.
Her mistake was waiting for the other to get back on his feet, though, and she realized this as soon as he tried to ram into her again. Thankfully she managed to dodge at least some of his charge, and while made contact with the back half of her body she managed to aim her claws at the opposite shoulder this time, digging in, in hopes of using his body to keep herself from toppling over again. It was a painful and very dizzying experience, and one she hoped to avoid as often as possible during this fight. Though given he seemed to be using his size to his advantage, she had little hope in avoiding it a second time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:49 pm
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Though he might have been successful in getting that last push in, the flailing claws didn't do him any favors. A paw hit right in the mark, a not insignificant blow dealt where his shoulder was already wounded.
Fashaq's leg buckled and he stumbled to get his footing. He was bleeding, now. His shoulder felt tender and he didn't want anything permanent. It wasn't worth it to prove that this lioness didn't belong. She clearly did. Even if the last blow hit out of luck, it was a successful hit.
"That's enough," Fashaq growled. The navy lion stepped away, a clear limp visible in his front left limb. He slowed his panting breath. "Welcome to the Stormborn," he continued, letting the lioness get up.
"My name is Fashaq, by the way. And now..." his eyes turned from her towards the pride, then back to her, "now we need to take you to see a Lawspeaker." And him to a medic to stop this bleeding.
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