ORIGIN

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Morganoth nodded, "Of course, I will not go easy on you. Again, no hard feelings, not personal."

They did, however, yowl when they were bitten, more crimson splashing as they yanked their head back and subsequently dropped Sabor, lifting a paw to touch their wounded nose. Now two heads were injured, but they still had five more.

"A good blow," they said approvingly, "Let's see how you handle this."

Morganoth flared their wings in a threat display, hoping to intimidate and distract Sabor while they charged with their main head, its antlers pointed down as they got ready to flip the other.

@Sabor

ROUND 4/5

69%

ATTEMPT: Throw Sabor
DEFENSE: Lots of spikes, sharp scales
INJURIES: Clawed eyes, scuffed horns, bitten face

Vanyel was more than a little inebriated as he picked up a piece of overripe fruit and threw it into the arena, cupping his hands around his mouth to shout at the two fighters.

"FUCK 'EM UP! TEAR 'EM IN TWO MORGANOTH!!”, he shouted, definitely rooting for the eldritch beast, ”COME ON! GET SOME!!”

He threw another fruit before hiccuping and sitting down heavily, woozy.

He had a great idea. He stood up and yanked off his jacket and shirt, yelling out as he bared his bare chest. Though, disappointingly, it didn't turn red and start glowing like he liked, and he just kind of looked like an idiot.

Nemean watched in abject horror, because UGH! Where was the GOING FOR THE THROAT? THE MERCILESS RIPPING AND TEARING? That big ass thing with the million heads or whatever should've eaten the little ass thing by now! Both of their mouths were flapping, but there wasn't any roaring or slurs-hurling!!!

"COME ON!" the sprite shrieked from atop Chadsworthington's forehead, "ATTACK! KILL! MAIM EVEN HARDER THAN THAT!" Her wings buzzed in her bloodthirsty frenzy. "GIVE US SOME BIG ROARS!!!" She went so far as to point to Vanyel, ripping his shirt off. "THAT GUY GETS IT!"

Sabor was pleased that biting the head that is trying to feed on you, certainly works in having it drop you! He landed with as much grace as he could muster, thankful that the fall was of a decent height from mouth to the floor. Still, he maintained some distance, taking a moment that left him standing in a puddle of his own blood. He was certain the bite wounds might scar, but with his fur, they might not be all too visible, pity.

Still, he gathered himself, spitting and hissing at the eldrich creation who approved of his previous blow. Sabor nodded silently, giving another roar of challenge the moment Morganoth flared their wings. Sabor peeled his gums back showing off his teeth and diamond tusks, one threat display to another as he stood his ground. He waited, his ears flickering to the crowd's screams and cheers. Most of which seemed to be for Morganoth now. Crikey he was losing them!

He could hear Nemean though, calling for anyone to kill, maim, to just attack! She had wanted him to tear off a head earlier- and while that was a bit too much perhaps he could...go for a throat. Two heads were hurt, that left what...several others- just target another. Something near that would be low to the ground- and don't let go.

It was decided the moment Morganoth started their charge. Sabor saved his strength, he would need to focus to dodge and to pull this off. With scarlet stained feet, he took off towards Morganoth with a snarl across his features. He began sliding to the slide only for a moment as Morganoth began to pass him. Teeth bared and target located he lunged back at the eldrich creation from the side. Hoping to sink his jaws into any one of the many viable throats they had.

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Going for the throat!
Defense: Big ol' tusks + other cat things
Injuries: Bitten!!!

@Morganoth

Morgan's chest puffed out and they snarled, letting out a wild screech as they stomped their feet and flapped their wings, sending sand and dust flying. They were growing more agitated as the minutes passed, with two out of seven heads injured and the rest not very happy about it.

But of course, all for show.

There was a sense of betrayal as Sabor tore into the throat of one of their heads, the rest thrashing and screaming in agony. Morganoth reared and stomped, shaking their heads as one finally fell, gurgling softly as it lay limp, flopping around awkwardly with the movement of the main body.

36 glowing red eyes swiveled to face Sabor, each one full of rage.

With a roar they surged forward, horns digging into the dirt from all directions, intent on goring and throwing the tiger as far as they could. All for show, huh?

"THAT HURT!", they bellowed, their jaws on display as their scales rose up, making them look like a fluffed up bird, though instead of feathers there were razor sharp scales.

@Sabor

ROUND 5/5

56%

ATTEMPT: Yeet in retaliation
DEFENSE: Lots of spikes, sharp scales
INJURIES: Clawed eyes, scuffed horns, bitten face

Sabor hit his mark, perhaps a bit too well as the head of the throat he tore into well, seemed to die?-He thought they could take a bit more damage than that, they were so large! But when all of Morganoth's heads began to react in agony, he felt the neck in his grip grow limp. So he simply let go and began attempting to maintain some distance as he watched. Inhaling heavily with a blood-soaked face and maw he felt perhaps a twinge of regret in his heart as he watched them writhe in pain.

The eldrich creation thrashed and stomped, and soon turned all their focus onto him. He hissed at their rage, spitting Morganoth's very own blood back at them and the sand below. And before he knew it they were charging again, this time it was much more chaotic. All of Morganoth's viable heads dug into the ground with their horns as they approached, scales risen in a display.

Sabor could run- or he could risk the brunt of it and latch onto another head when they collide- he didn't have time to decide so he ran towards them.

Again.

He took the brunt of the attack, horns slicing through his pelt, some piercing through only to quickly rip out and through his skin. Regardless he definitely felt a rib or two crack upon impact. He had no time to worry about that as he was focused on grabbing another head. Jaws out and snapping to grab and rip any part of a head- just hopefully not another throat. That just might be one too many to apologize for at the end of all of this.

Round: 5/5
Attempt: Going for another head!
Defense: Big ol' tusks + other cat things
Injuries: Bitten!!! + a few broken ribs + rips across shoulder/flank

@Morganoth

"OH, SICK! I LOVE IT!" Nemean cried, staring at the severed head, the neck with its gouts of blood-...

"FUCKIN' DO IT, JAWS OF DIAMOND!" she further crowed. Man, these two knew how to put on a SHOW!

She eyed her wrist. A glowing watch appeared, and she tapped it--and grinned. Time to spice things up even further. "OKAY, DRAC' BABY--GET OUT THERE! Let's add a little TIME LIMIT to this fight!"

And up she zipped, as before--getting the hell out of the way, and switching the spotlights to Draconua's oiled hide.

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Draconua has been called upon to present an arena hazard! The magic attempt will be considered a success, and the roll will indicate the severity of the hazard. Sabor and Morganoth must now double-post each round: one roll to continue the fight and then a second roll to avoid the hazard. The first to be struck by the hazard before fight's end will be returned to their chrysalis or killed by it, and loses. (Should both fail to dodge, the lower roll will be struck and eliminated.)

Please wait for Draconua to post.

@Draconua

The procedure should be incredibly clear by now:

First, the dramatic flair of a monster rising up and up like a horrible figure of nightmares. Limbs spreading far and wide, sanguine skull facing the sky as if feeling a pleasant rain.

And next, the ear-splitting scream-roar of a Valkhound raining thunder upon the arena. Electricity rippled off her hide, purple flashes sparking where it met the constant drain of Oil along her body before entering the pit itself. Each streak of it was erratic, dancing in all directions, seeking a target that was not just sand to scorch and flash-fry into glass.

Y'know, stuff to make Draconua smile.

@Morganoth

Morganoth roared out again, wings flapping as he tried to deflect Sabor's blow. They had heads to spare but that didn't mean they wanted another incacipated.

They managed to shove Sabor's claws away, heads rearing up and away from flailing claws. They stepped back, tails swishing in agitation, their one head dragging pathetically on the ground as it twitched and gurgled weakly. It wasn't their main head, which they protected fiercely, but still.

"Give up already!", they hissed.

ROUND 6/5

56%

ATTEMPT: Deflect Sabor's attack
DEFENSE: Lots of spikes, sharp scales
INJURIES: Clawed eyes, scuffed horns, bitten face, throat torn out

And then there was Draconua.

Morganoth turned to face her, scales puffing up and their heads waving and bobbing, a chorus of horrible hisses like nails on a chalkboard welling up in each throat. They roared and flapped their own wings, a sick grin spreading across their maws as they realized that she couldn't fly. She had wings and couldn't use them.

This was the terrifying monster they sent into matches to scare the contestants? She was flawed!

Though as lightning struck their hide and sent them rearing in agony, they realized that she made up for her uselessness with that stupid, horrible chaotic magic. Magic that seemed to reign supreme in these caves for whatever reason, and they wanted very badly to tear out her throat, to show that magic was useless in the face of a true adversary.

They hated her. They hated her magic, they hated all who wielded it.

@Sabor

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Morganoth

Vanyel

Game Master Bunny

Sabor

Morganoth

Sabor

Game Master Dark

Draconua

Morganoth

Morganoth