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Epine de Rose rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 1, 2
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 6:52 am
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One more time, she'd promised herself.
Just one more...
This time she had been promised that she would be met on the borders, there would be no surprises, and she would be treated with the respect she was entitled to as a challenge. This was the significance of her questions, and fortune had smiled upon her as she had stumbled across the white lion on yet another of his outings. Admittedly he hadn't been delighted to see her but he had humoured her.
It had come with conditions of course, for a start, he would only answer her questions if she absolutely swore to keep her distance from his band. This time, he had said, he couldn't prevent them from getting to her if they had decided they were done humouring him. It had been through this fateful meeting that she had learned who the pride truly were and all they had stood for... she had been right in some assumptions, and wrong in others.
That aside, she had also managed to persuade him, over the course of a number of days during his 'Viking' to show her how it was that he was so easily able to dispatch of her. No matter how hard she had hit him, he had recovered, her ability with small prey was vastly outweighed by the power behind his swings... She'd learned a lot.
However as he had made to leave she had finally struck up another question, and this time she had done it in front of his band.
She wanted to challenge him as per his traditions, and given it had been him that had defeated her twice before, she wished to rechallenge him again for her honour.
He had accepted.
Now it was time for her to prove that she was worthy...
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Epine de Rose rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 1, 3, 3
Total: 9 (5-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 6:53 am
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One might have assumed that he was under pressure at this particular point in time, he had after all been challenged directly in the presence of the band of Reavers and his Captain. However, it seemed that he had actually reached a state of 'zen', there had been something about the manner in which she had challenged him that gave him an idea.
She had already proven her honour in many ways.
She had tried once under duress (but failed), she had tried a second time without fully understanding what the conflict had been about (and failed again); and then she had set about finding out her answers as he had instructed. As such, she had demonstrated a willingness to learn from her mistakes and an openness to learning about the significance of the actions she had inadvertently been taking.
...But more importantly?
She had possessed the courage to walk in to his camp, to face the Reavers and his Captain, and demand that she be given a proper chance to prove herself now that she knew what it meant. For all intents and purposes she was a Viking in his eyes and so long as she approached him with the same conviction on this day, then it would only be fitting that she be able to take her rank.
That aside, with this declaration had come a realisation that she was not a warrior, she was akin to some of the other females within the pride who (while strong) were more suited to lesser roles. They served their purpose and displayed their strength in other ways... So it was only fitting that her strength be matched.
Yes, on this occasion, he would mirror her to an extent and be more mindful of his blows. If she could display the same strength as she had managed in one or two blows in previous encounters, if she didn't lose her cool, then he might very well concede...
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:19 am
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He had come, and understandably there were a few interested Reavers who had settled themselves comfortably nearby to view proceedings. To be honest, the lioness couldn't blame them for their interest given this was the manner in which she had introduced herself and declared her intentions. She could only hope that she put on a show that was adequate for the audience, hell, this time round she wasn't entirely sure if she could retreat if she lost.
...After all, the last two times, it had only been Tethys.
Still, she squared herself up to face the lion and took a deep breath. Once she had gathered her composure she gave him a small nod an darted forward. With her initial opening too easy to read, she had taken his criticism and crafted herself a new method of assault. There was no way he would expect it, especially when she ran round him multiple times (just to confuse him) and then slide directly underneath him.
It was inspiration from her days as a child, and Tethys was to be the unfortunate recipient of a kick to the stomach from below...
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:22 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:25 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:29 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:32 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:37 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:51 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 7:59 am
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It started off nice, a massage almost, and then it quickly turned in to something that really wasn't terribly pleasant. Just like her teeth, this little creature seemed to possess needles for claws and they were making quick work of the skin on his back. Without screaming, though he had a rather great desire to shriek the longer it went on, the lion pulled himself up from his position on top of the petite lioness and clambered to his paws.
It was while he was shaking himself off that he sent a cloud of fur into the air.
A glance over his shoulders indicated that she had made some really quick work of his back. His mouth moved into a mild 'oh', a mix of pain and admiration at her handiwork. There were clumps missing, and her claws had managed to cut fairly deep, he was going to take a while to look normal again even if the wounds themselves were superficial. Despite her size, she had done an impressive amount of damage.
However, as he caught her out of the corner of his eyes preparing to attack he did hold up his paw to ward her off.
"Enough," he said finally and lowered it once more.
"If you had been in the company of a full band, I would be dead," he continued and lanced over his shoulders towards the 'audience' who seemed to be reasonably satisfied with what they had seen. "Given these circumstances, you will receive credit where it is due."
"Congratulations, Naima; Honour be with you."
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