He won! Of course he won! How dare someone else try to undermine his prince-ness? Gertrude let out a loud, crackling laugh as the other bird broke away. Blood dripped down Gertrude's beak, his mouth already full of it. He was victorious and was feeling every moment of it. Then that damned dog stepped up. The mutt cast some magic that shook the cave. A hole opened up, debris falling and swirling around. Gertrude struggled to not get sucked in. Maybe he would get sucked in- who knew- but he sure as hell was going to take some of that dog with him. Aiming for the center head of the dog, Gertrude pumped his wings with all of his strength, aiming to launch his beak into the canine's left eye and make the magic stop. He didn't intend to stay after that. He had had his victory, these gembounds were just sore losers. "Blah"

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Kerberos was all too aware that his magic had failed to do much, but Aza'zel had gotten free. Liora was tossed towards him, but the blackhole's strength was great, and for a moment it seemed like it was just him and the bird of verdant death. His teeth snapped shut, ears laying back as he cut off his magic and let the blackhole fizzle into nothingness.

He heard the world explode around them, but he couldn't spare a glance towards his family and friends-- not with a bird directly in his face. There wasn't much time to think, to breathe, and instinctively the canine reached to the oldest hat in the book.

One, he thought quickly and rapidly, not having the time to speak, two-- A great pressure swelled up into his throat and his middle head's jaws parted as the avian flew into his face. NOW!! And from within the massive hound of hell, the canine let loose a beam of blinding, hot pink light.

.. Hopefully no one else would get caught in the blast, but, well... Kerberos meant well, at least.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. GERTRUDE
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ GET WREK'T TURKEY

{ DEFENSES }

~ ears back, tail tucked, heads low covering neck

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• none

i'm ready to start
the conquest of spaces

Sore losers, sore losers! Anger built up in Prince Gertrude as his attack missed. Gertrude swooped around, then was pushed back. The force knocked Gertrude around, but didn't cause him harm directly. His feathers were ruffled, literally and metaphorically. The bird finally gained his balance with a huff. He fluffed his feathers out and tucked his chin, slightly inflating his crop. If these gembounds wanted to defy him, fine, he would show them all, even if he had to beat them all to a bloody pulp! Gertrude flapped for a second, letting out a caw before he tucked his wings and dove towards the dog's middle head once more, aiming for the middle eye. The dog wanted to defend, to fight? Well, so be it! Let him fight in blindness! He speared through the air, aiming to swoop up last second and claw at Kerberos's middle head's eyes with his talons. "Blah"

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The blast left a burning sore in his mouth, but the bird seemed to dodge out of the way enough to survive. He snarled, a sizzling hiss escaping his jaws as his middle head shook and tried to block out the pain that surged in his mouth. The oversize green turkey took this as an advantage and flew down, clawing at his eyes in his moment of weakness.

The middle head roared in pain, shaking furiously in an attempt to keep the talons from hitting his eyes, but welts of blood pocketed his face from the assault rather quickly. Thankfully, the bird didn't get the chance to properly blind him before his other heads reacted.

The canine reared back on to his hind feet, forepaws flailing as a head on each side tried to snap and grab at the bird, aiming to catch Gertrude's wings and pin him down-- but he wasn't picky. He just wanted to snatch the bird and stop it from ever hurting his family ever again.

.. But the teeth snatched air, and then fur-- not feathers. The dog bit himself, and he was howling in pain as he tried, frantically, to keep the bird away as blood soaked his faces.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. GERTRUDE
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ TURKEY DINNER TIME

{ DEFENSES }

~ if we bite bird, bird can't bite back

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• pulsar sores in mouth
  
• puncture wounds on face

i'm ready to start
the conquest of spaces

@Gertrude

He hadn't realized it, but the pulsar had grazed his back, the feathers burning slowly, closer and closer to his skin. As his talons hit their mark, the bird felt a stinging pain on his back... but how? Gertrude flapped wildly as his back feathers burned away just below his wings. His skin burned for a moment, forming blisters that hurt as his wings pumped to keep him afloat. This mutt had HURT HIM. HE WOULD PAY. Gertrude fluffed his feathers again, keeping his head tucked. The stupid mutt had attacked himself! HAH! Gertrude seized the opportunity to go in for another attack, going for the left head's eyes this time. Again, he dove, his back feeling the breeze against his naked skin caused by the lack of feathers. At the last moment, his wings unfurled painfully, causing him to wince as he aimed to dig his talons into the soft eyes of his opponent's left head. "Blah"

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Reeling in pain, the canine fell to the ground. His paws went over his faces, wide shields to protect his eyes and his own heads from his own teeth. He just wanted to protect, to make sure his family would be okay. His fur was bristling, his paw glowing with the effort of his own magicka being burnt through rapidly.

He felt the bird's talons brush over his paws and a snarl erupted in three tones from his body, a ripple casting out from his body. He felt a pull through his body, his bones popping and cracking as his magic threatened to tear him apart. He couldn't see what his power was doing to his enemy, but at least he would keep his eyes. He pushed, viciously, angrily, against the air and felt all six of his ears pop.

Hopefully this last spell would spend the bird far, far away from him and his family.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. GERTRUDE
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ SEND TURKEY INTO ORBIT

{ DEFENSES }

~ Guarding faces with his paws, fur bristling along neck and spine

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• pulsar sores in mouth
  
• puncture wounds on middle face
  
• minor cuts on left paw

i'm ready to start
the conquest of spaces

He missed! Gosh darn it! He righted himself, flapping, flapping. He was panting. His stamina was wearing down with the constant pain in his back. Gertrude flew up as the dog lay below. He reached a high point and tucked one wing. His body slowed as it rose, then tipped until he was facing the ground again. His one untucked wing curved slightly, causing the now falling Gertrude to spiral. He spun, falling faster and harder as he spun, his eyes squinting, hoping to drive his gemmed beak above the monster's shoulder blades. When he had a good spin going, Prince Charmbirb Gertrude tucked his other wing, adding to his velocity. He hoped he would puncture and tear into the dog's neck just above his shoulders. "Blah"

[Origin Cave]

Character: Kerberos Age: +6 (6 Cycle) Magic Level: +5 (Master Level) ROUND 1 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +1 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +1 Penalties: -0 Total: 23

Character: Gertrude Age: +7 (7 Cycle) Magic Level: +3 (Brawler Level) ROUND 1 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +1 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 Total: 31

WINNER: Gertrude

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Pain surged through his skin, as though his entire body was cracking apart. A silent earthquake, breaking things inside of him. He pushed, harder, trying to eject the bird, no matter what cost to his own body. He felt his joints wrench, blood flooding under his paws and over his eyes.

The bird hit his back and there was an audible crack that rang through the air, too loud, too deep inside of him. Blood gushed from his back, splashing over the pigeon as it cut deep into him-- his magic made the attack appear more dramatic than it was, his flesh peeling apart at the source of the wound, bathing the bird.

... Kerberos did not know what happened, but he could still hear wings beating just behind his head. He didn't move, feeling heat soak his back, his blood. The pain washed away with a surprising amount of numbness as he went into shock, unable to move, unable to process exactly what had happened to him.

His gem understood even if he didn't. As he lay there, paws covering his head, blood soaking his back, his magic went to work, trying to snap ribs back into place, trying to mend the wounds he had inflicted upon himself. For now, there was nothing else the dog could do-- he had failed.

i'm ready to start
the conquest of spaces

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He hit, then was briefly launched back, blood splattering up and over him, coating his feathers, flooding his mouth, and drenching his gem. As he was launched back, he flapped his wings slowly to the ground by the large mutt. His wings were spread out from his body slightly. The whole mess was unfortunate and he would definitely care later, but right now, his heart still beat in his chest. He had defeated the dog. He was the most powerful being in the cave. Gertrude laughed. He laughed once, a short, breathy laugh. Another followed, then another and another until he was cackling manically. He couldn't believe he beat them all. He was the true prince of the caves. He laughed, throwing his head back. Ah- but there were others. His laughter stopped. There were still others that would not bow. Gertrude took in a breath, his head snapping down to look at the remaining gembounds, "I daresay that was a... blast, don't you think?" he chortled, "Now, bow before me and give up, or someone stand and fight!" He couldn't feel anything but the beating of his heart. Gertrude took a step forward, blood dripping from his feathers, "Who- the bloody fuck- is next?" "Blah"