Quarrels Clearing is at the far edge of Blossom Forest. This is where fights should be held when initiated by a challenge.
Before you fight or challenge someone, read these rules:
_________________________________________________________________________ Anger pulsed through Adara’s bodice. She could feel the heat of it flow through her, scorching her veins with its red hot fire. How dare this brute underestimate her and her fighting abilities. She could see it in his eyes that he didn’t see her as a real threat, but the silver warrior would prove him wrong. She longed to tear into his flesh, to feel the blood flow from his veins, to watch the life seep out of him. The anger and adrenaline fueled her, allowing her to continue to fight despite the injuries that she had already sustained and she was able to ignore the pain coming from her injured leg. Thick blood streamed down the silver warrior’s neck, the blood beginning to clot but still flowing in steady streams, painting her silvery fur with its dark stain. Pain shot through her leg as the ess kept her injured pillar off the ground, making sure to bear no weight on it to prevent further injury. Piercing blue orbs watched her opponent, a growl coming from her chest as she lunged for her first attack. Her injured leg made her attack slower than if she had the power of all four stilts, but her attack was still swift. She leapt at his face, hoping to tear into his soft and tender flesh. Adara got close to her opponent before he moved his cranium away from her powerful jaws. Even though she didn’t hit where she originally planned she still felt her canines tear into his cheek, her maw closing with powerful force to do as much damage as possible. She heard a growl from the brute as her teeth left their mark and dug into his mandible. The dark brute pulled his head away from her teeth, causing them to rip through the flesh and tear the skin. His crimson blood splattered her muzzle, adding fresh color to her maw and she watched with satisfaction as the blood poured from his torn face. As much as the warrior wanted to relish in the blood she had spilt, she left no time for her opponent or herself to rest before she went in for her next attack. She slid under him, jaws ready to close around his soft underside, tearing deep into his flesh. Her powerful ivories sank deep into his underside while she kept her injured leg tucked up protectively to avoid hitting it anywhere on the brute’s bodice. Adara tore her cranium from side to side to make the wound even bigger as her claws went up to scratch into his flesh even more. Before her paws could make contact, the brute collapsed on top of her, making her front legs more restrained in their movement. She did not pause in attack though, her teeth staying deep within the brute, continuing to tear into him while her claws still found their mark, tearing into him once again. The silver ess felt his blood flow again, washing over her talons and ivories before she let go as he sprang away from her. Adara instantly was on her paws again, not leaving herself vulnerably on her back. The femme watched him carefully, blood now covering her, both his and her own, mixing together over her silver plated bodice. She knew he would be ready for his next attacks and she stayed alert, blue orbs following his every move, every twitch of his muscles, to determine where he would attack next. Her powerful muscles tensed in anticipation for the oncoming assaults, preparing mentally for the pain she knew would hit her again when the brute came at her. She was ready for him, ready to take on anything that he would bring at her. Adara watched carefully as Serris began his next attack, charging at the warrior’s uninjured posterior limb. The titan did not try circling her like he had before and because of his direct and obvious attack she was able to dodge away from his original target, her hip, to knock her off balance. She knew she did not have time to dodge his move entirely, so instead she braced herself as best she could with her injured leg still tucked up next to her bodice, putting her side in line with his attack rather than her more fragile hip and pelvis. His black form collided with her silver one and because of the force of the impact she was forced to put weight on her injured pillar, a fierce snarl escaping her with the pain that it inflicted, but more importantly she was able to keep herself stable and not topple to the ground. As soon as Adara had some of her balance back after the collision she immediately pulled her leg back off the ground, not wanting to force any more damage onto the painful stilt. His daggers tore into the flesh on her side, ripping the skin, causing her blood to spill again. His teeth found their mark when she felt another crack and she let out a growl in response, this pain not as intense as the pain she had felt from her broken fibula though. Once his teeth had done their damage he sprang away before she had a chance to lash back at him. The silver ess continued to follow his movements, realizing that he broken one of her floating ribs, luckily not a true rib that would constrict her breathing. She had been able to throw herself forward enough to protect her more necessary true ribs and to take the brunt of the damage lower down. Strips of skin had been torn off, causing the crimson blood to run in streams down her side, pain from the broken rib felt with every breath. Adrenaline pumped fiercely through her, giving the plated warrior the strength to continue with the fight, the pain powering her to continue and not slacken her defenses. She saw him leap forward, straight at her jugular, but she was ready. She snarled and leapt quickly to the side, completely escaping the brute’s jaws. The brute backed away from the warrior after his last attack failed, watching her just as she had watched him. She panted heavily after her swift dodge, the fight taking its toll on her, but she still had enough fight in her left for a few more savage attacks at her opponent. ________________________________________________________________________ |