The stag glared hatred at the wolf-creature, slate eyes burning with an internal fire. "I would rather stink than be a demon like you and all your kind are, cur." His voice was low as he finally regained himself and stood up but his head was no longer lifted proudly. He was remembering the words of his Shadow... He was failing again. The gods seemed to love to toy with his fate. To rip him down whenever they could. Was he destined to lose anything he got into? He didn't care, he would fight and fight and die if he had to because he was no afraid. In any case this was why he had followers. Where he failed they would rise up and back up and trample over his enemies. If he lost this fight he would make sure this creature would suffer later. He would throw all he had at it until it was dead!

He watched warily as the dark thing gave some sort of silent roar and lunged. The stag didn't dodge or didn't run, he pulled on the power in his gem and worked his magick. Around the outside of his body and on his tines they became reinforced with ice. Sharp spikes of ice began to jut out of his skin from a combination of the water in the air and on his body. The ice created a sort of armor around him to protect him from the lunge he thought was coming from the front but instead it came from the side. He could feel the weight crashing onto his body and he bellowed in dismay as he felt himself being pushed down. Well, if he were to bow then that fool was coming with him.

Hasira fell onto his side, allowing the thing to crash onto him and onto the full weight of the spikes as well. "Insolent fool." He hissed as he swung his antlers tines reinforced with ice towards the wolf, attempting to slice him if he did not move.

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Hasira vs Damian
Round IV of V

Attacks: Slicing ice-antlers at Dami to make him get off.
Defense: Ice spikes all over his body as "armor".
Injuries: Minor scratches across his haunches. Bruised chest and bruised sides from falling on ice and from Dami's weight.

"This is how I talk!"
This is how I think!

208+
@Damian
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6/10

The ice formed along the stags body, but it was too late for Damian to change his assault. He slammed into thhe stags side, snarling as a few spines of ice tore through fur and flesh alike long his ribs and sides. blood splattered, covering the ice and the stag beneath him as his pawed hands gripped and dug claws into the stag in an attempt to hold him into place. His stone flickered and suddenly the air around them grew in temperature. Rising until the heat easily melted all the ice the stag had and made it hard to breathe in the sudden scorching air.

"You will bow to me!" He roared as he shoved further against the stag. He snapped his heead around, fangs grasping at Hasira's antlers and with one hard yank to make the stag lower his head more a loud snap was heard. Hasira's antler snapping in half just above Hasira's skull. Damian smirked as he shoved away from the stag, dropping the broken antler at his paws. "Now, that's the perfect position for a morsel like you," He cackled lowly, taking a few more steps back just incase the stag was planning on another attack.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
DAMIAN v. HASIRA
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~melt the ice. snap an antler.

{ DEFENSES }

~Bracing himself for an attack..

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Bruised shoulder from the kick..
  
• ~

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @Hasira
OoC:

He could feel the air heat up and feel the ice around his body melting but he could also feel blood and that blood was not his own. Beneath the wolf he began to thrash to try and get the creature away from him but it was all failing. The air was becoming stifling, he was unable to breath. He could feel the prey-fear within him rising up and he fought to control it. He couldn't allow instinct to control him. That was a foolhardy thing to do! He just had to keep his head and think rationally and--

He heard the snap as the cocky creature broke his horn. With that snap he felt something inside of his own body snap as well. That was his antler. His greatest treasure, the thing he used for intimidation... It was imperfect. He was even more imperfect now. He felt his soul light on fire as he felt an angry bellow erupt from his lungs. He didn't even hear the words spoken, all he knew was the rage and the imperfect look that the beast had given to him.

He felt beside himself with anger, like an out of body experience where another buck was taking over his body. His normal clear-headed righteousness was knocked away as he glared. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! HOW DARE YOU BREAK MY ANTLER! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! YOU HAVE NO-- RAAAGHGH!" With that he leaped to his hooves. Bruises and pain be damned, he would have this fool's head on a platter and his guts as tinsel!

The stag's antlers lowered as he charged fully at the wolf like a maddened bull. He had no thoughts for his own safety, he only wanted revenge.

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Hasira vs Damian
Round V of V

Attacks: CHARGE!
Defense: None! Yolo!
Injuries: Minor scratches across his haunches. Bruised chest and bruised sides from falling on ice and from Dami's weight. Broken left antler.

"This is how I talk!"
This is how I think!

208+
@Damian
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6/10

Damian's smirk was unwavering as the stag finally lost his temper, bellowing at him violently. His laughter was dark and cruel as he crouched, flexing his claws out threateningly. The stag lunged at him, what was left of his antlers aimed right for his chest. Damian braced himself and just as thee stag reeached him, hands gripped at his face, claws digging as a roar pierced the area. Tines slashed through his shoulder and up his chest towards his neck as he attempted to divert the place his assault would hit.

In a struggle Damian roared and out of no where his gem reacted. A force surged from him, slamming hard into the stag and blasting him far away from Damian. Ears pusheed forward as fangs bared with a loud thunderous snarl. "You will not rise above me!" He roared violently as he lashed his tail around while his wings spread out in a threatening gesture. How pathetic. Though he had managed to wound Damian, was that really all this 'Lord' had? Could he not do any better than this?! How god damn annoying. "This is your last warning, stag. Bow to me and flee. Or let my fangs tear you apart!"

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
DAMIAN v. HASIRA
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~BLAST HIM AWAY

{ DEFENSES }

~attempting dodge..

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Bruised shoulder from the kick..
  
• ~

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @hasira @Nemesis
OoC: You can throw nem in now if you want XD

[Origin Cave]

Character: Hasira Age: +7 (7 Cycle) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND # Attempt: +15 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +4 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +4 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +10 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +16 Penalties: -# Total: 59

Character: Damian Age: +6 (6 Cycle) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND # Attempt: +7 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +9 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +15 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +20 Penalties: -# ROUND # Attempt: +20 Penalties: -# Total: 80

WINNER: DAMIAN

Nemesis

Hasira was not where he was supposed to be. Nemesis wasn't particularly in the mood for chasing down the dictator, but she knew things were escalating in the caves. The mood was tense, and any moment now the walls were going to cave in on them. She wanted to be there, to fight along side Hasira, to destroy those who dared threaten her children.

Despite finding her carnivore-princess, Magdalena, flawless beyond perfection, the rhino was decidedly against the carnivores. Despite having two leaders back home who were flesh eating, she still was loyal to them. It seemed wrong, perhaps, but the rhino did not think about it much. She went where her heart led her, and did not fret about the details. Hasira's war wasn't with her family in Monoceros-- it was with those in Pisces and Canis, and Eridanus, those who invaded her home and harassed her family. Those who, given half a chance, would probably kill Fang and Magdalena. She knew it was true-- carnivores were selfish, greedy things, and only her family deserved what they fought for.

She was dwelling on these thoughts as she entered Polaris. She knew this area well enough, despite having been here only briefly before. She knew the Spire intimately, and she also knew of the tunnel off by the river that lead to the sweetest moss. If she did not find Hasira here, she could treat herself for a moment there before returning home.

... But Nemesis did find Hasira, and she found a monster howling over him. A mix of a wolf with something worse, like some sort of forgotten, sickly Fire of leathery wings... Nemesis did not take the time to watch his teeth snap in the cold blue light. She did not give him the chance to hurt the Lord more. She broke into a dead charge, head low, and aimed for the beast's glowing viridian heart.

No one threatened her kin.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
NEMESIS v. DAMIAN
ONE ???

{ ATTEMPT }

~ charge and gore damian

{ DEFENSES }

~ head low to protect the main bulk of her body

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• none

table by shax


@damian

The dictator ran full tilt at his assailant. He could even feel his tines goring the creature but it was all short lived as he felt a blast of energy slam into him. The stag was blow backwards through the air where he rolled a few times before landed, bruised, on his side. The stag could see the room spinning and hear as if from a distance the wolf's taunts. However, he couldn't get up. His energy was spent and he felt like he was about to die... He'd failed Wynry again. He could practically hear his Shadow taunting him and calling him weak for yet another failure.

He closed his eyes, trying to will the room to stop spinning so that he could rise and fight again. He could feel the water from the air around him pulling towards him, re-hydrating him and making him feel better. However, he still felt dizzy and completely spent. The wolf would probably just finish him off now... Or not...

He heard something charge into the room, yelling at the wolf-thing. He opened his eyes briefly but could make sense of nothing right now. So his eyes closed once more as he allowed himself to recline and regain energy.

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"This is how I talk!"
This is how I think!

208+
@Damian
Feel free to skip Vazi until the fight is over.
6/10

Damian moved, bending down to scoop the antler back into his pawed grasp. He studied the antler with a venomous smirk. Oh he would most definitely keep this as a trophy. Finally his gaze lifted, searching for the stag that had went rolling across the ground from the blast. He began to say something, but a sudden thunderous sound filled his ears and his head swung around to look. Hackles bristled as he bared his fangs aggressively at the rhinoceros that was now charging at him. He took a step back as his wings instantly unfolded. With a great sweep of his wings against the air, Damian was jolted up into the air. A snarl ripped from his throat as the rhino's horn manageed to catch along his thigh, ripping it open as Damian attempted to get away from him. Blood splattered from the wound, coating into Damian's fur and falling down to cover over Nemesis if she was still too close to him.

Wings beat heavily against the air, lifting him just a bit higher and out of reach from the two as he stared down at them. The Dictator had a bodyguard it seemed. "You pathetic fucking scrub. You can't even handle your own fights," He chuckled lowly as he gripped his pawed hand tighter around the antler in his grasp. He should have known such a pathetic morsel such as this stag would have someone come running in to save his hide. His tail lashed around in the air behind him, the fur along it beginning to bristle up as well.

"Grovel to your savior, Pathetic little Morsel. For it is she that keeps you from being devoured... Until next time, my little snack," Damian smirked again before chuckling at them both. "Perhaps we shall meet again, curious little rhino," With that said Damian shifted the way he was facing and with forceful strokes of his wings Damian shot away from the two, flying off towards the spire where he would find his perch and took a look at the wounds he had managed to receive.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
DAMIAN v. NEMESIS
ONE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ fly away out of reach lawd.

{ DEFENSES }

~III BELIEVE I CAN FLLYYY.

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• A few gashes and cuts from Vazi
  
• ~

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @Hasira @Nemesis
OoC:

Nemesis

The haughty voice of the canine-monster washed over her as he tore out of reach, flapping above her as blood seared across her face. Her blood was boiling, the heat radiating off of her skin burning the crimson liquid into a sizzling stench. Rage filled her vision as red dashed down her horn, bathing her grey skin in burnt wounds. She stumbled, just for a moment over Hasira, checking him in a fleeting moment while the wolf howled a half-baked laughter.

As Damian flew away, the anger broiled in the rhino-- a mark of pride that he knew precisely what she was, even if he called her little-- and she broke off into a charge. Her deep, midnight blue eyes flashed brighter and brighter as she approached a familiar sight. The Spire rose above her in the distance and she knew, flames boiling in her gut, that he would retreat to that perch if she didn't shoot him down now.

Despite preferring brute force, her hefty weight was not made for flying. He had range, that was for sure, but she would not let him get away. A hot liquid formed in her mouth as she tore through the earth, racing against his retreat. No one got away from her that easily.

She took aim, eyes narrow, and she spat at him, fire launching in the air from her breath. The magic scorched at her tongue but a smile crept on to her face as it flew towards her mark. She'd shoot him out of the sky and smash in his skull with her bare feet, gouge out his eyes and shred his sickly, leathery wings.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
NEMESIS v. DAMIAN
ONE TWO

{ ATTEMPT }

~ chase him down and SPIT FIRE AT HIM

{ DEFENSES }

~ none, spending all effort chasing him down

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• mouth burns

table by shax


@Damian