Asimona tried to hold tight to Nemesis as she bucked, but her grab had done what she wanted - as soon as the beast was free, Asimona felt herself freed as well, able to finally get back on her legs and face her, instead of being pinned to the ground. She bared her teeth, a smile creasing the edge of her mouth at the trinoceros's taunt and crouched. It wasn't a good idea, but Asimona didn't have anything better in mind.

With a strong thrust, she jumped forward and up, using her wings to add power to the leap. The frill was a shield, sure, and the horns deadly weapons, but Asimona had wings. Not to mention her belly scales weren't exactly paper thin.

She came crashing down towards Nemesis's back, limbs reaching forward to grab onto her bulky body, hoping to use her weight to tackle her into the ground.

@Nemesis
Round: 4
Attempt: jump on top of her
Defense: natural defenses and shit
Injuries: owie my wing hurts

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Nemesis heaved another heavy breath, laughter on her lips as her rival drew a thin smirk across her pretty little face. Oh yes, bring it on! She thought, as wings flicked out and the dragon took to the air. She raised the crown of her head, and an untimely pang ran through her neck, a thick throat muscle spasming.

Shit, and that dragon was coming in fast! Wide feet dug in fast, and as Asimona came lunging toward her, she threw herself into the white, winged beast and threw her head with a horrible tear sent her vision sheer white.

Asimona connected true to her target, and though Nemesis attempted to throw her aside with a throw of her head, the momentum slammed through her, sending her crumpling almost in half as the front half of her body was bulldozed to one side. She was thrown back into the dirt, spinning out on her side. Fuck, fuck, fuck-- She could feel the hot wetness bloom across her throat, smearing the ground as she flailed a leg to try and get something under her to prop up her body.

The blood whelmed up like a flood into her mouth, coating her tongue, and she coughed, spitting up brilliant red globs. It wasn't the dragon's fault, of course-- she had been the stupid idiot for taking the blow head on, and the previous injury had nothing to do with her. A hiccup of a laugh bubbled up from her throat, and she choked on it, sputtering and trying to breathe. The dragon had some spunk after all though, huh?!

Round: 5/5
Attempt: deflect the dragon so she doesn't land on top of ya--
Defense: tough back scales and a frill fulla horns
Injuries: weave-patched gash in neck, several recently obtained scratches on frill

@Asimona

She connected with a hard, jarring force and felt Nemesis push back against her. She felt her horns jab painfully into her belly scales, probably cracking one or two, before the momentum was throwing her past. She tried to put some extra strength into her legs, to kick out against the beast, but it was happening too fast and Asimona went rolling away, slamming hard into the ground, but taking the hit far better then her opponent.

She grumbled low at the pain in her stomach, but it wasn't a big deal. They'd heal quickly and there wasn't any blood, but damn was it sore. She climbed back to her feet and turned quickly, ready to deal again with Nemesis and prepare for her next assault when she was met with a vision of red and Nemesis struggling to breath. Her eyes widened with shock. "Oh...oh no, I'm so sorry! Did I scratch you with my claws? Shit, I didn't mean to be so rough." She took a step forward, glancing back at the judges. "Hey, we need a medic down here!"

@Nemesis and ill tag a judge
Round: 5
Attempt: just kinda shove
Defense: natural defenses and shit
Injuries: owie my wing hurts, owie my belly hurt

Character: Nemesis Age: +5 (64 Cycles) Magic Level: +5 (Champion) ROUND 1 Attempt: +4 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +12 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +8 Penalties: -0 ROUND 4 Attempt: +14 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +12 Penalties: -0 Total: 60

Character: Asiimona Age: +5 (32 Cycles) Magic Level: +5 (Master) ROUND 1 Attempt: +3 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +3 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +18 Penalties: -0 ROUND 4 Attempt: +20 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +7 Penalties: -0 Total: 61

WINNER: Asimona

@Nemesis @Asimona
I was going to post Eythan to end out this fight, but I honestly am too tired haha so feel free to powerplay him calling out for the end of the fight and a medic.

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Nemesis managed to get a foot underneath her, and she grunted and groaned as she rocked herself upright, bleary blue eyes blinking as the world swayed underneath her. "Nah," she insisted, unable to see the blood but feeling it coat the front of her chest and gush down her legs. "You didn't... This shit ain't your fault." She gulped down the coppery taste on her tongue, and heaved a breath.

Beeps sounded at the edge of the ring. Some weird winged cat swept into the ring, plumage flying like flags at the end of a race. The Ref, eh? He called the end of the match, and her vision continued to blur, but she stood firm on all four heavy feet. "Don't... Don't disqualify her-- ain't her fault-- wun fair an' square," she muttered, teeth grinding with the blinding pain that filled the edges of her vision with white.

Some shit was called about a medic. She wasn't going to argue that she needed looked at and patched up some more. Hell, she wasn't in the position to do anything but stand there like a really stubborn chair.

@Asimona
; fade to exit, presume medics get on sight. lemme know if any of yall medics wanna rp stuff out cause i can continue or do a secondary thread but if no one wants im trying to cut back threads anyway so fdklsjfl

Asimona had no idea what to do, just gawking at Nemesis, bleeding heavily and being treated in front of her. She wanted to rush forward and help but it occurred to her that she would probably only get in the way. Best to let the gembound that actually knew what they were doing help with this.

She shuffled back a little nervously, unsure if she should leave or stay, but then decided that she wouldn't be able to get any peace of mind if she just. Left Nemesis here. So she stepped forward and sat down near the beast, far enough away to give the medic space, and, if they moved her out, she'd follow. But she had to make sure she was okay.

*exit