Sair

What an eventful day! Sair and their new companion had shuffled from one event to the other, and finally, Trill had begun to look excited for one of them. It seemed the word 'fight' translated to 'food' in Trill's mind, and it leaped onto the stage without much prompting. Thankfully, it had waited until their turn, although not without complaint. It really was a good thing that they were linked with the beast. If not for even the temporary bond it was, the Firetongue would have hypnotized and lured them without much trouble given the amount of competitors it had tried to 'befriend'. Quite the hoof-ful, it was! Talonful? It was still strange, having a mismatched set of limbs. They had proven useful, though, given the amount of times Sair had needed to grab the thing to keep it from gobbling another lesser up.

"Yes, Trill, it's our turn now. I have full faith in you!" They called from their spot beside the stage, encouraging Trill to get riled up. If they had learned anything about the Frietongue, if not all Firetongues, it was that they were nothing if not eager to 'make friends'.

"Scion, are you here?" Sair turned to face the crowd, calling out for their competition to join them. Trill was impatient, frills up and at the ready, all six eyes trained on the other end of the stage.

"Speaking." Thinking. Doing.
OOC:

We don't know how to accept we're just a product of a chance /
And less like gods but more like plants

@Scion

Scion lumbered through the crowds, the dragonbat trailing just behind. It hadn't really thought to give them a name, if it ever would. At least it had calmed down a little bit, after the initial shock of their temporary link snapping into place. It followed loyally behind, the promise of a fight keeping it sated for the time behind, but Scion could feel the energy begging to be released under those muscles.

They stepped out from the crowd and Scion gave a gruff, "'m here!" It stepped to the side and mentally nudged the dragonbat to step forward. They'd have no trouble with the little lizard thing. Totally harmless.

The dragonbat shrieked and leaped forward, about to pounce, but Scion swiftly grabbed it by the tail before it could start breaking the rules, dragging it back. "Come on," it hissed through a mouthful of fur. "You gotta wait for them to say go."

@Sair (do we wait for a judge or just go?)

Sair

The gembound that approached was yet another interesting specimen. Sair was starting to feel a little... bland. Even with the new pattern on their coat and their new set of legs, they were arguably plain in comparison to creatures like Juggernaut and Scion. "You have quite the mutations." They noted with an approving nod. "Venomous?" They gestured toward the twin scorpion tails. They were glad it was only their familiar fighting, and hopefully without bloodshed. 'A friendly competition.' They reminded Trill.

"It looks like it's our turn, now that the screen is showing our stage. Let them have their fun." They spoke half to Scion and half to Trill, encouraging them to begin once Scion's grip on the dragonbat was released. It would be an interesting pair to watch.

The firetongue raised its frills to hum its hypnotic tune, and... nothing happened. It had overworked the muscles it needed trying to make so many 'friends' in one day. Sair tried not to laugh, but they could feel the frustration pour through their bond.

"Speaking." Thinking. Doing.
OOC: We roll our 5 turns and then GM tag, I do believe!

We don't know how to accept we're just a product of a chance /
And less like gods but more like plants

ROUND 1/5

ATTEMPT: Relax the other via hypnotic tunes
DEFENSE:
INJURIES:

@Scion

Scion glanced towards Sair, a frown on its face. Ugh, it didn't come here to talk, it came here to watch a fight happen. "Yeah," was all it offered as a response, and then focused on holding the dragonbat back, which was squirming in its grasp.

It looked up again once Sair gave the confirmation and it nodded back, releasing the creature without another word. "Go get 'em then." The draonbat screeched its joy as it darted forward, lunging towards the pair, claws outstretched. A moment before it collided, Scion realized that it wasn't aiming for the lizard - it was going for its handler!

"STOP!" It called out, jumping forward and yanking hard with their mental link, enough that the dragonbat stumbled back with a confused trill. "What are you doing?! Do you want us to get disqualified?!" It looked back at Scion, confused and frustrated that its fight was being held back again.

ROUND 1/5

ATTEMPT: jump on the firetongue
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: none

@Sair

Sair

Sair mentally shrugged off the frown. Not everyone liked to talk, but they had at least answered his question. Sair's own mutation had no such danger to it, save for the sharpness of the talons he now sported. They were good for grabbing, too, something he lacked before.

The dragonbat's action stunned him, but Scion's reaction to it made everything clear. Scion was a harsh master, the exact opposite of every gembound he had met up until this point. "Yours seems to be about as much trouble as mine was." He noted, voice even. "Trill seemed to like me better after I learned more about her." He offered with a flick of his ear. He was curious about Scion, about its motivations.

Trill, on the other hand, cared only for one thing. Her opponent had distracted itself, and she was enraged. How dare they not think her a worthy opponent? Sair's mental link was flooded with a series of complaints as Trill skittered towards the dragonbat, leaping in an attempt to bite onto a wing, a limb, anything to drag it down to her level. When claws and fangs caught hold, she pulled, letting her weight do the work for her. Good move! Sair cheered her on mentally, a smile forming on his face as attention was drawn back towards the fight.

"Speaking." Thinking. Doing.
OOC:

We don't know how to accept we're just a product of a chance /
And less like gods but more like plants

ROUND 2/5

ATTEMPT: Drag it down!
DEFENSE:
INJURIES:

@Scion

The horse kept talking and Scion rolled its eyes. Ugh, they weren't here to talk. They were here to watch lessers fight in their stead. It noted, with amusement, that he had named the Lesser. Amazing, that the some thought that even randomly assigned lesser beings deserved titles without any prerequisites.

Whatever. It urged through the link, focusing on the firetongue that was now skittering towards the dragonbat, but the creature didn't need any extra persuasion, for as soon as little sharp teeth met its wing, it screeched in excitement and tumbled around, swiping wide at the lizard that now had a hold of it. It was almost ridiculous, the tangle of limb and wing and claws that it fell into trying to reach the lizard, but in its excitement, its lashes all went wide and it even pulled its own wing away from its attacks, so that the firetongue was ever out of reach.

Scion took a deep breath, having half a mind to just turn around and walk away from the embarrassing display.

ROUND 2/5

ATTEMPT: tackle
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: none

@Sair

Sair

Sair could take a hint. It was true that they would have preferred more pleasant company, but at least the lack of conversation would allow them both to better focus on the battle. Something that Scion needed, if their familiar's actions were any indication. They tried to keep a neutral face as they turned away from the fight for a breather.

'This is your chance!' Their attention turned toward the mental link, encouraging Trill to remain focused. 'Don't get ahead of yourself, it is only a game.' They followed with a reminder as the firetongue opened wide, causing it to snap jaws shut in favor of slightly less dangerous claws. They struck true, a series of paper-cut scratches on whatever it could reach instead of one deep gash.

"Speaking." Thinking. Doing.
OOC:

We don't know how to accept we're just a product of a chance /
And less like gods but more like plants

ROUND 3/5

ATTEMPT: scratch
DEFENSE:
INJURIES:

@Scion