ORIGIN

Morganoth had dodged their jaws again, much to Sabor's relief- even if they did throw them back across the sand just a bit. As of right now, there were perhaps bigger things to worry about, that being Drac, or well that's what Nemean called her. Sabor knew not her name, on if it was proper or not but she would unleash havoc upon the arena shortly he was sure. Still, he lunged at Morganoth again. Gaze flickering just briefly to the gurgling head that they dragged along. Sabor did his best to ignore it, approaching the eldrich creation with claws a'plenty in hopes to get them to yield.

He would not give up, it wasn't in his blood. What sort of protector would he be!? So he bellowed back his own call with a snarl.

"Yield!"

Round: 6/5
Attempt: Attack again, scratch and claw at anything!
Defense: Big ol' tusks + other cat things
Injuries: Bitten!!! + a few broken ribs + rips across shoulder/flank

During his earlier approach, he had been thrown back across the sand, only to dart toward Morganoth again- ever persistent. Though this only proved to be fruitless as Drac entered the arena. Throwing a torrent of chaos fueled lightning and thunder from her hide. Forcing ill fortune to rain down upon all who dwelled within it.

Sabor ran, the best he could; paws slightly sinking into the scarlet-soaked arena as ichor still trickled from his own open wounds. He wouldn't give up, as only in death would he stop, and well, perhaps that wasn't the best thing to declare in his heart. As no sooner as he reassured himself a chaotic bolt struck true, striking him in the middle of his spine. He yowled, a snarl morphing into a scream of genuine pain as blood spat from his throat. He tried to push himself only to falter, legs giving out in convulsions and sudden exhaustion, his body slid across the sand.

Another bolt struck him soon after, and the smell of singed flesh and fur fought the heavy scent of iron in the air. It seems he was done for, he turned his gaze, slightly eyes weary and in shock(haha). He could not call out to Morganoth, but he hoped the Eldrich Creation would be spared the absolute cruelty of whatever magic this was. Wasn't much of a fight to end it this way as far as he was concerned. But that was not his judgement call to make here in Deathmatch.

But hey, to Sabor it seemed Morganoth had won in the end. He only hoped he could remain conscious just long enough to congratulate the young warrior himself.

Nemean's scream rang out in bloodthirsty triumph but it all sounded, distant and distorted. Even as Sabor attempted to crane his neck to watch Morganoth unleash their roar of victory- that too was wavering. His heart ached, but not from any ill emotions of the loss but rather the bolts that had struck him and now wreaked havoc upon his body that was trying so hard to not crystalize this very instant.

He held no fear of death as Morganoth drew closer, they were a respectable warrior, they both were. This was after all a fight for a prize and nothing personal, or so he hoped- he had...maimed one of their many heads. Something that had Sabor feel a great regret. But still, he allotted himself to close his eyes just for a second or two. Feeling one of their faces rub against his fur with the faint words of friendship and praise.

He smiled a tiny bit. His brows soon furrowing as he clung to this realm and not the one calling him so sweetly. His few seconds of shut-eye though turned out to be quite a few moments more as before he knew it Morganoth was lifting him up and off the crimson-stained sand below. He was grateful, managing to open his mouth just a tad to speak. Ichor faintly flowing from his tongue and maw, the damage inflicted far beyond what he could viably sustain for much longer.

"Congratulations, you fought well Morganoth."

He coughed, a hard and pained wheeze; he was struggling. Some limbs still twitching from the very chaotic currents that fried and overwhelmed what was now left of his living nerves. He waited, clinging to anything he could to stay here. At least until Morganoth placed him once again upon the ground elsewhere in safety.

Only then did he try to look at the eldrich creation. Opening his maw again, white fur stained a dark red from a hard battle fought; and singed black from ill-placed chaos. He smiled weakly but genuinely.

"I-I am...sorry about your head"

He coughs, harder now as diamond slowly creeps along his teeth.

"Was not my full intention"

Another wheeze and cough of ichor colored his paws anew with crimson.

"I hhope-they can h-aid you."

Now over half of his maw, his words began to slur as it spread through over his sight and back of his tongue.

"Thhank you, mhy ffyriend.-I vill see you-vhery shoon."

He placed his head upon his paws,tail curling around his form in comfort. A few final words left him before he was enveloped by his very stone.

"Tehl me all abouht your vihctory- when I return."

He would be back. He was the golden protector after all and his story did not end here.

[exit into chrysalis]