[ED] Taramo & Damage vs Rita & Bresha

[Akante]

So said:

This is a fight thread between Taramo and Damage of Almas Rotas vs Rita and Bresha of El Dorado over Unclaimed Land #1

This is a 2 on 2 fight. Each side may bring one supporter and witness to the fight. This Supporter/Witness are only to watch and are not allowed to enter the fight at any time.

The marshland fight rules apply. Please make sure you have read over all rules regarding posting requirements on length, spelling and grammar. Please write your fight posts out as detailed and clear as possible. At anytime an organizer may lock the thread if a complaint is made that requires the thread to be reread. Unless an action by a fighter is deemed quite serious each SIDE/TEAM may be asked to make corrections to posts involving vague/hard to understand statements within the post, autos etc. These are individually determined by one or more organizers.

Each individual has the right to edit their fight post any time within FIVE HOURS from the time they posted it. Any editing of a post after five hours without the okay of an organizer is automatic loss.

A fight thread automatically ends when one character dies, when a thread has been up and active up to six weeks, OR when one fighter on either side fails to post within exactly 10 5 days of the last RP post.

This is a CONSENT, meaning individuals may not maim and/or kill without permission, may the best fighter(s) win!

For organization purposes, this fight's Six Week Limit ends on August 18th September 5th.

[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=42900.msg298740#msg298740 date=1310108671]
This is it, the last fight for Almas Rotas. Taramo stepped out into the muck and mud of the marshlands. He had just fought off Thorren the first challenger to the land. Now he had one more opponent to beat. He didn't know what his enemy looked like or anything of the sort. He just knew that he had to be beaten. Taramo climbed into the low rocky area he had chosen to be his arena. He had picked tld his place for a reason. He had scouted the area before the fight so he knew what he was getting into. He had the rocks, some dead trees, and some watered areas to work with. As he reached the bottom he looked back up to the top and waited for Damage his beta. He was bigger and a little older than Taramo but he didn't want the burden of being Alpha, so he passed it on to Taramo. Taramo didn't complain about it, to him it wasn't a burden, it was an honor. So he accepted the responsibility of being alpha. "Hurry they are close. On your toes."

Taramo sniffed the air and scanned the land with his good eye. Patient, yet eager. Taramo took a step and winced at the pain on his chest where he had an injury form the fight prior. It didn't pain him much but when the sharp sting come he couldn't ignore it. He was still bleeding a bit from his snout where he was locked in jaws with Thorren. He could still see in his head. Thorren's emerald green eyes starring back into his. He could feel his jaws latching onto his skin and fur. Bringing up all to familiar thoughts and feeling to the front of his mind. Thoughts that melted away as he calmed his thoughts and cleared his mind.. He stood on the edge of a cold rock that felt good to him on the pads of his feet. Taramo sat still waiting for his beta...his friend to catch up to him, and for his opponents to show their faces. He had the urge to howl as loud as he could at the moon that hung low and full in the sky. But he held it in, he would save the howl for his victory. That to him, was so assured.
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[Akante]

Rita said:

And so there were others to fight.
As far as the she-wolf could scent, there lingered a couple of other wolves on her newly-claimed territory. And that simply would not do. Eyes narrowed as she worked on her limp, perfecting her 'injured' stride as she began to make her way towards their rancid stenches. Her tail flickered behind her, hopefully notifying her tiger companion that it was time. With her lfet forepaw lifted off the ground, curled inward in the crippled position, she loped onward, her steps uneasy and off balance. Walking with three legs was difficult - she'd much rather place all fours on the ground and continue up towards the potential fight, pride in her grin as her eyes winked towards the males. But, again, that would not do, and so she continued her struggled pacing. Rita would have to admit, it was quite awkward limping when one didn't need to - like a reverse brain tease. Auds twitched, and her dull, golden gaze turned to make sure that her company would not reject or desert her. Upon seeing the dark tiger, her grin widening and glare narrowing, she'd huff and turn back to the front, inhaling deeply before setting off again. It would be now, now or never, that would determine her future. As an alpha? Or as just another failure, wandering aimlessly with nothing to show for her accomplishments?
She'd rather have that first option.

As that stangnat scent grew stronger, tainted with the trace of blood, Rita began to build up her mask. Her facade. She lowered her head, turning the bend to see a reddish-brown male upon a boulder, sitting patiently. For an instant she narrowed her eyes, judging him and almost scoffing. But she widened her eyes, making them lost... hopeless... pleading. With her head lowered, neck extended, and auds gently flattened out, she limped from the shadows. Her tail flickered, once more, a brief warning to Bresha. Play along, or wait here... Her paws tripped and stumbled as she made her way up towards this other male. The closer she grew, the more her eyes averted his gaze. Too humble, perhaps? Too scared, worn, and worried? That's the assumption that most would come to. But she had other reasons. Once within fifteen feet or so of the male, she'd pause, her right leg starting to shake and tremble under the uneasy weight. Her left paw dangled, as if broken or injured. Looking to the side, as if unsure of herself, Rita mumbled incoherently, and then cleared her throat. She turned to look at him, slowly raising her gaze to meet his. Soft words would be whispered, "Umm... so I guess-- I guess you're the one I have to..." A loud gulp, "... fight?" A loud sigh, accompanied with by what seemed to be a shudder. Rita lowered her head back down, tail limp behind her, and she turned to see whether Bresha had waited or approached with her. If she had, hopefully she hadn't come out all "fierce kitty" like. "You see, if we could, I'd rather just talk and come to some sort of agreement... I'm not in the best shape to fight, you see," She'd raise her dangling left paw, and if Bresha were behind her, she'd add, "And my friend is still trying to recover from a fight with a bear..." She'd turn and look at Bresha, assuming she hadn't hid, and let out a slow whimper. Cold eyes would brighten upon reaching the gaze of the tiger, but would immediately soften as she'd turn back to Taramo.

And so she'd take a step back, hesitant, and take two hobbled steps forwards. Slowly, eyes looking to her sides before looking up at the other, she'd connect, "And... I could use someone so strong... so willing to fight for his own... like you..." Compliment him. Point out what might be useful, and temporarily ignore the weaknesses. Right now, she just needed him to listen to her words, despite their true intentions. But would he listen? Would he respond the way she wanted?
She sure as hell hoped so...

[Akante]

Waka said:

Body staggered through the swampy muck, feral drive only pushing her along. A promised made from a scandalous pirate. The feline beast held no real allegiance to Rita other than a patched up deal between the two. Somewhere the tiger heard of a bear wandering the marshes. A titan among wolves, acting high and noble cause she could swing her paws around. The bear that left her all scarred, and this pack was the key to that god damned bear. Oh she'd pay for such things. Bresha hated being burned.

She'd receive a tail flick form the blue female.

Her lone blue eye locking onto Rite with a cold glance, she'd lug her body forward following the wolf. Making sure to stay by her side. Her lips curled at the thought of taking orders from something so.....inadequate to herself, but she reminded herself sternly that the bear was waiting at the end of the tunnel. That this bitch could lead her there if she played along to her tune. Yes, yes.

"Umm... so I guess-- I guess you're the one I have to... ... fight? You see, if we could, I'd rather just talk and come to some sort of agreement... I'm not in the best shape to fight, you see. And my friend is still trying to recover from a fight with a bear... And... I could use someone so strong... so willing to fight for his own... like you..."

Lone blue eye glanced at the male, grunting at him with little interest. She'd only attack if provoked, and if Rita gave any such commands. The big beast kept her trap shut, however grumbling and boiling in her own anger at the nerve Rita had about bringing up the bear attack. He didn't need to know of that, he was no one. Just like her.

[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=42900.msg302016#msg302016 date=1310497407]
((ooc:Okay I'm posting for Damage because he doesn't have spell check on his phone. He sent me his RP post and I will quote it, and send a copy to Sukara and Bushmaster for verification))

Muscles flexed paws pounded against mucky ground and lungs of seasoned warrior in haled and exhaled with ease. Damage had finally managed to make it to the marsh and find his better half Taramo. Now a victor of one marsh fight and a runner up for one last one to go before this land would be theirs. The large black and blue brute snickered manically has he laughed at the thought of finally getting a place for his beloved family to settle down and grow.damage had been itching for action ever sense Taramo made the mistake of challenging Ankara for land and lost . But that was all water under the bridge this was a new land a new time a new Taramo. No matter what damage and Taramo had been through the kept coming back and back again for more so until they feel satisfied there will be no end to there crusades the poor souls that awaited them. Now however damage thought to himself, if the next challengers wished to negotiate something damage would be more than willing to help discuss terms of a compromise. He favored diplomacy much greater than he favored force, a hell lot more . However that doesn't mean he would let his guard down as soon as someone would suggest the possibility of the topic, he Learned well who, how , and when to trust others.

Large black and blue dire soon saw his cohort down in the pits of a rocky, well foliage watery arena, damage smiled widely as he saw this. He knew how to use this terrain to his advantage oh yes he liked this very much. He expertly glided down into the arena with muscles expertly absorbing the impact from his body landing on the rocks as he made his way down. Soon in like five shakes of a tail he was down the rocks and in the arena he slowed to a walk and came up to his college, with a nod of reassurance and respect damage then turned his gaze to their challengers.

A seemingly injured looking female wolf and a scared tiger. Now there seemed a force to be reckoned with however damage never judged by looks he judge through manners and personality he judged through someones soul. So for now he will not make any decision about their opponents, and he hoped Taramo would not either. They came so far they did not need to be idiots about this. When he heard the female speak of what sounded like the options of a truce damage kept his guard up hair completely on end, hackles high, tail straight and piercing light blue eyes fixed on the two opponents. Yet a growl would not escape him making his guard known to all he would then lower his hackles and say with neck perfectly level with his back "Well miss we would be more than willing to negotiate some sort of compromise just as long as we can expect a truthful and honest flag of truce from you can we expect such actions from you or will have to deal a cowardly stab in the back, dirty, blood bath?" He asked with a polite yet slightly stern voice his eyes thought still showing of suspicion and wariness as he stood a good five yards from them which to him was just as close as he care to get to any questionable presence.
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[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=42900.msg308978#msg308978 date=1311126352]
Damage wasn't that far behind but before the challenger showed her face. He looked her up and down She had a necklace with bones dangling from it. He couldn't make heads of tails of it. He didn't know how to read this one. He was good at reading people but this time he was finding it hard. She walked up to him and seemed to get scared at the very look of Taramo. "Umm... so I guess-- I guess you're the one I have to..." She let out a gulp. "... fight?"He had been scarring off somethings with his missing eye and toes. But this was strange. The last challenger didn't even seem phased by Taramo's looks at all. Then it went form scared to lowly in spirit and discouraged almost sad. She was expecting something less challenging? You should go into a fight expect nothing less than a hard fight, then push yourself to be better. "You see, if we could, I'd rather just talk and come to some sort of agreement... I'm not in the best shape to fight, you see," She looked fine to Taramo, she looked healthy, and strong. But Maybe he could use this opportunity."And my friend is still trying to recover from a fight with a bear..."

Until she said that Taramo didn't notice the tiger. He had a huge scar down his face. This tiger had been through a lot.Maybe the wolf as well. They could be Almas Rotas material, if they wanted to join them. But there was something that no one could be sure of. Weather she could be trusted. "And... I could use someone so strong... so willing to fight for his own... like you..." Flattery, that was something new. She did look sincere. Damage leaped down through the rocks behind him and gave Taramao a nod. He turned to Damage and returned the nod with a similar one. Tara mo was always ready to give someone the benefit of the doubt. He tried his best not to jump to conclusions about others. Taramo had decided to let them talk out their plans first. Damage jumped in before he could begin speaking. "Well miss we would be more than willing to negotiate some sort of compromise just as long as we can expect a truthful and honest flag of truce from you can we expect such actions from you or will have to deal a cowardly stab in the back, dirty, blood bath?"

That was always one thing that he could say about Damage. He seemed to always know what was on Taramo's mind. Also he was always on guard for danger. "I express the same concern as my beta. All we are willing to negotiate. If we have assurance of no backstabbing." Taramo walked towards her and began to circle her examining her closely. He was admiring her fur colors and her stance. She seemed confident on the inside."You have the look of some one with a troubled past. Something that weighs heavy on your shoulders." Then Taramo remembered the bandanna and the trinkets."You've spent time around humans."Taramo walked to the front of her and made eye contact, and stared into her almost golden eyes. "You are a survivor. Are you willing to teach others to do the same?" That was the question that needed to be answered.
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[Akante]

.Reh said:

^{ooc| Akante said Reh could be the witness for El Dorado.}

She whistled, a humble tune of neutrotic tones and quick changes in pace and melody; hideous sounding at its best. But Reh loved it, completely diluded to the idea that she sounded horrible almost all of the time.

Lately she had seen the newcomers in the land, ones who wore trinkets much like hers, that claimed the land was there and were willing to fight for it. Somehow the generally neutral creature found herself siding with those of fortune. Perhaps it was simply because she wanted to see more trinkets and 'shinies' come into her own hands-- er... wings, or perhaps she had finally aligned herself with something. Mostlikely the motivation was the glittery objects that was on many of the creatures that had arrived.

"Pretttyyy~ Pretty shinies, Reh, ya she loves them~." she sang again as she flew over to watch the fight as it progressed, only words seemed on the menu at the moment, though she was contented to watch them speak and hopefully throw insults (so she could remember them for later) at each other. Landing on a tree not too far behind Rita she 'hmmed' lightly, watching them and listening to what she could understand of their formalities. A slight twitch in her behavior obvious, she already wished to be back with her treasure hidden away...

For a second she considered returning to it when the enemy spoke, survivor? "Eee-he-hehehe-he! Dem shinies der are gefts! Reh gots dah purdies too!" such fools!

^{occ| god horrible post.}

[Akante]

Rita said:

[[sorry for the wait
edit;; vana said i could edit my post - i had lost power last night and didn't get it back until this past late afternoon.]]

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The Blackblood mutt could feel the intense mixture of emotions and attitudes in the air, and so she inhaled deeply. Her hollow eyes closed slowly, feeling her heartbeat slow for a moment as a few seconds of silence passed between her and this unknown male. Her opponent. Taking her time, she opened those dark gold eyes, staring deeply into the brown-scale brute before her. Auds twitched, and instantly her gaze was redirected to the other male that appeared from behind her primary focus. A faint smirk pressed across her maw, double the fun. This other male, she could see in his eyes, in his stance, that there was a wary caution. One that, perhaps, should be there... one that Rita had hoped wouldn't arise. She offered a warm smile, a tilt of her head, and a twitch of one of her auds. Why so tense, friend? Friend, haha. "Well miss we would be more than willing to negotiate some sort of compromise just as long as we can expect a truthful and honest flag of truce from you can we expect such actions from you or will have to deal a cowardly stab in the back, dirty, blood bath?" She lifted her head up a bit, chin raising - a sort of nod of acknowledgement and agreement. Though her stance still depicted the humility she had introduced herself in, the slight raising of her eyebrows, the twinkle in her eyes, the small smile... it all led to the obvious idea that she held a sort of hope for these wolves. Let them see that she trusts them, that she can see the better side of what may be an ugly beast. "Of course!" Her smile dropped a bit, in a sort of disappointment, "Why...? Am I doing something wrong? Is it because of my necklace? What's wrong...?" Her eyes widened, portraying a sense of anxiety and uncertainty. She would limp back a step, tail twitching as her gaze jumped from one male to the next. A convincing show.

"I express the same concern as my beta. All we are willing to negotiate. If we have assurance of no backstabbing. You have the look of some one with a troubled past. Something that weighs heavy on your shoulders." Her eyes followed his as the brute began to circle around her. She could feel her chest tightening, her desire to push through and get this thing over with. But she exhaled softly, tail lifting daintly as he passed around her backside. She then turned her head around, catching his reappearance on her other side, eyebrows raised in what seemed to be faint reassurance. "And what does something like that look like, exactly? I'm intrigued as to your methods..." He continued to circle her, observing her, judging her. She did not appreciate this - there was nothing to judge. Only perfection lay before the male, what else was there to examine? "You've spent time around humans. You are a survivor. Are you willing to teach others to do the same?" A curt smile spread across her maw, eyes hardening momentarily as she hobbled forward a step, her left paw dangling. She pushed herself closer to this brown male, "Your detective skills amaze me... Of course I am a survivor. And El Dorado welcomes all who wish to learn..." Her tone drifted off, insinuating his cooperation. She had not mentioned the possibility of his own pack, or whatever ideas he had conjured up about his own utopia. Rita knew of the inevitability that El Dorado would be more superior, more promising to all, and so she would mention it.

After waiting a bit for this wannabe-alpha's response, she turned her attention over to the beta that had so boldly spoken up before. Her sweet smile spread wide, enticing him forward. "Have you ever tasted the sweet promise of treasure? And then lost it...?" She would slowly turn back to the brown male, eyes softening... saddening... "... I have. And I'd lost it, a long time ago... I want it back." Her tone was that of a lost child, seeking that security and protection that her home had once offered. Would they crave that promise which only she could fulfill? "Eee-he-hehehe-he! Dem shinies der are gefts! Reh gots dah purdies too!" Auds perked up towards the bird, eyes blinking as they focused against the changing lights. A grin spread as her maws parted, "Ah, Reh! I see you've met our lovely guests, who have shown such a keen interest in the codes of our El Dorado! Be sure to treat them nicely, now." A push further in the direction she wanted, her soft eyes gazing from the avian to the two males before her. Her aura twinkled with the enthusiasm and trust that she had built up to portray - surely these two would be gentlemen, and would not refuse such a generous offer... not with a tiger looming.

[Akante]

Waka said:

A guttural growl would only be heard from the behemoth. She didn't have time for pleasantries and telling who would have land. Trying to make piece with radicals... who the hell does it? Lone blueish-white eye looked over to Rita in a narrowed fashion grumbling once again about stupid shit and this fight. If there was no action why the hell was she even here?

Where the fuck was her conquest?

"My patience is wearing thin Rita..." Thick accent masked in whispers, she'd lower he head down to speak to the wolf in an almost deathly quiet tone. She was here for fighting, she was here to make them bleed into submission. Quit talking ad let's just get down to the fight. These wolves... their challengers. They obviously didn't share the same ideals, so what was the point.

None~

The feline snorted as she caught another eyeing her as if she was some caged beast to be made fun of. A tiger working for a wolf, big hahas. Black lips pressed into a fine thin line. And mouth opened to say a few words to Damage, but she caught herself before she said. Grumbling sweet angry nothings once more. Hurry up with this bullshit.

I came here to fight.

[Akante]

Damage said:

Damage stood around observing and calculating the scene, along with its characters. many things to be said of this wolf ,and yet she's only spoken a few times. The way she looked and talked gave him many pegs to place unless it was part of a tricky mask so with this in mind Damage would do his best to make her constantly wear it. If she was after all wearing one. The tiger he knew was just her muscle although he could tell with the scar on her face that the tiger had experience and possibly a little brain to go with that muscle. While Damage and Taramo had a bad run in with tigers, Damage liked to give poor souls the benefit of the doubt but he would only give it once. The troubled past assumption of the female wolf was assumed by her scar well that's what taramo assumed. It could have been a fight from which she could have so right fully deserved. However the so said pretties on her said that humans had trusted her and after being in a human village for a little while himself, Damage knew that humans gave no harm to those that gave them no harm back. So with the scar and the jewels it all added up to be that she could be wearing a mask or being honest, decisions, decisions. This one was an important one they could give her the benefit of the doubt and not ask for anymore proof of why they should trust her word, or ask and risk them being antsy and taking it as an insult. Why damage never would want to insult a potential ally he had however, his family to worry about and taramo's as well. Damage took a step back behind taramo and began to pace back and forth mind in thought but body still on alert incase this is what they wanted him to do and would attack while they would think he would be in deep thought.

Before Damage would begin to further pace he would first ask "Please do pardon my pacing madam I have a lot of others to care for and would appreciate the time to think things through right now, to answer your questions however sense you've have been so humble and patiently polite with waiting for us to answer we can see that you have a troubled past or rather have ran into trouble in the past. After looking at the scar under your chin and the scar on your friend."

There pack was a place for family for friends and loved ones where a peaceful land for the broken would be promised and hell would be promised for the evil. Damage lived to help preserve safety and security for those he cared for and for those he loved he would die for and he had no problem doing so. The tiger spoke and Damage DID NOT like what he heard. Her patients her patients screw her effing patients there was way more than just her patients to worry about. There were friends, family, children, at steak and she just wanted to satisfy her blood lust. Damage's thoughts were quickly brought to a final conclusion this wolf was wearing a mask her pack was a place where others could learn alright, a place where others could learn to die. If this is the kind of members she allowed to sway her mind, her judgment, then how could they trust her how could they? They couldn't that tiger was exactly the kind of personalities they locked up and raised hell for those personalities are what Almas Rotas was against and Damage would do what ever he could to make sure those voices were silenced. Never able to let terrorize the sanity of those who deserve a better life among family and friends for those who deserve to live in peace. Damage bolted to taramo's side in a flash cutting off the tigers way to taramo incase it decided to attack hackles raised all the way, light blue cold killer eyes alight with fire from the coldest darkest reaches of hell this cat had made a big, mistake.

"Stowe it you mangy feline if this is your pack leader you should shut your yap and scilence your lust for blood or are you just her puppet sent here to fight for her cause she can't. We've downed tigers before and we will do it again, I can guarantee that and if you dare threaten my friend whom of which I consider family I'll see that I drag your sorry carcass all the way down to HELL! Look into my eyes and see just where from dark circle of hell I can come from!"

Damage was infuriated by this tiger he looked into its eyes it was a fighter and Damage knew it, he was ready it was feline with no brain only muscle.

[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=42900.msg326965#msg326965 date=1313216346]
Taramo listened to her reply, Her words fell on deaf ears. She rambled on about treasure. Having it then losing it. How what she wanted to taste again. Although he would never show it outwardly she she could see, inside, her lust for material things and how selfish she acted made him sick.What would treasure gain her in this world? He couldn't stand selfish intentions. This wolf wanted to be exalted, to advance herself and nothing more. They stood for everything Almas Rotas was against. Taramo was about to say something then someone else joined in. Its was no doubt a friend of Rita Taramo disregarded her presence. Taramo usually wouldn't do that but he was becoming annoyed with Rita and her pet tiger.

The tiger advanced on Rita, then Taramo heard something about be impatient. Taramo was even surprised that the tiger even spoke. It was not its place. Damage spoke because he was the second in command, the beta. Also Damage didn't act like he called all the shots. This tiger dared to act like it was in control. Taramo couldnt tell if it was his dislike of felines or if this one was just gettingon his nerves. Damage must have been thinking the same thing. As the tiger got closer Damage bolted to Taramo's side and tore into the tiger like there was no tomorrow. Putting it in its placeTaramo stood up and looked Rita in the eyes. "My beta speaks the truth. We have defeated your kind before and we are skilled in it."The tiger seemed to be there for merely there to try to intimidate them. Taramo was willing to negotiate but not with someone who was out for selfish gain, not with anyone that was out for their personal gain. He looked at her with the one good eye he had, and gave a small intimidating growl. "Do you do this only for your own gain or for the benefit of someone other than yourself? Almas Rotas is about the good and the healing of all."

"If your pack goals don not mesh together with ours then we can not become part of you or ally ourselves with you." Taramo gave off a disappointed sigh. He didn't want it to come down to this choice. He was hopping for peace. They had had to choose. "We are against any form of selfish intentions." Taramo turned his back to her and walked at least 5 feet away from her. With his back still turned he said;"If we don't agree, either fight for this land or leave now." He turned his the hole in his face that used to be his eye to her. He gave a nod to Damage. "Nur solange gedrückt halten, verletzt sie nicht."Taramo was fluent in german, he had taken little time to teach Damage enough to be fluent. But he hoped he had taught him enough to catch on to what he was saying. Damage could handle the tiger. Rita would have to deal with me if she decided to let this escalate to Taramo is giving her a choice. It would only turn into a fight if she wanted it to.
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[Akante]

So said:

[quote author=akante~ [stressed] link=topic=42900.msg327686#msg327686 date=1313312038]
[[wait... did damage attack Bresha? o.O it seems that way in Taramo's post...]]

Waka said:

As well...Bresha didn't attack anyone.

Silvermist said:

There was no attack initiated, Damage only bolted to Taramos side. The "tore into the tiger like no other" part meant verbally, not physically. Where do you see any initiation of attack? :S

Waka said:

I was talking about the moving....Bresha didn't even move.

As the tiger got closer Damage bolted to Taramo's side and tore into the tiger like there was no tomorrow.

This is true, but I don't think it's a big enough deal for an edit.
Taramo and Damage, please read your opponents posts carefully so you you can avoid possible power play. This is a minor offense but I do want you guys to keep an eye on that or you will be penalized for it.
This fight should now continue.
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[Akante]

Rita said:

Just as everything seemed to be building in the mutt's favor, as her eyes glistened, gazing up to the avian fellow, she could feel the subtle changes in the air. Auds lowered just a tad bit, leaning to the side as her eyes turned to stare into the two males' before her. Though her face held the same disposition as before, her mind churned. She could tell something would change, just here, and it'd come down to the battle after all. What was it, exactly, that tipped her off? Woman's intuition, perhaps. Casually, she took a limp back, moving just a tad bit closer to the tiger. If one read too much into it, they might see it as a threat. For all Rita knew, that did not accurately depict her intentions... maybe. Sealing her lips tighter, she flickered her tail, not quite sure whether it was due to impatience or some other vague reasoning. The winds shifted, causing the gentle breezes to blow directly towards the femme fatale, and her nose itched. She could smell the wretched stenches of the brutes before her, and although she felt the temptation to snort the scents away, she held herself. So far, everything seemed to be boiling over just perfectly...

"My patience is wearing thin Rita..."
A seemingly calm, friendly smile spread wide across the blue she-wolf's maw - a show for her guests - and she turned to respond. With her maw open, words hanging off her tongue, her eyes opened wide to find one of the males charging towards the two. Instantly her face graimced, her fangs baring themselves as she watched the charging male whirl around to his companion's side. With her pelt already bristled, her heart rate soaring, she bolted in front of the tiger, her paw still dangling as she glared at the two. Wanting negotiations? Ha! She almost scoffed at their hypocrisy. "Stowe it you mangy feline if this is your pack leader you should shut your yap and scilence your lust for blood or are you just her puppet--" At that, she refused to listen to any more. Her eyes glared, brows furrowing as her narrowed eyes glared straight into this other's soul. At least she could keep her facade together and composed - this fellow seemed ready to tip over with the slightest push from the wind. "For wanting peace, you've certainly presented yourself to be quite the hazard." Her words were quick and painful, her golden gaze turning towards the brown male, the presumed opposing alpha. And now it was time. In an instant, she darted to the side, away from the tiger and the frenzied male, to the side of the copper brute. Her left paw still dangled, her body limping as though she were merely trying to leave - heading in the opposite direction. However, just as she managed to reach about five feet to the left of her target, she'd slam her forepaws into the ground, pushing out with her hind legs to whirl herself around and lunge towards Taramo.

Her maw spread wide, fangs eagerly awaiting flesh or fur or muscle. Her forepaws were outstretched, her body soaring quickly, aimed to the left rear leg. She'd attempt to sink her fangs in the flesh just before the leg, where the sensitive muscles and the abdomen were nestled together. If she struck, she'd penetrate deeply, only to yank her head away viciously in hopes of ripping away the skin, the fur, and causing intense pain and prolonged bleeding. Whether she missed or struck, she'd slam her rear paws into the dirt, eyes peeled in case her opponent were to strike back or move away, and she'd fling herself back. If the male retaliated in the middle of her assault, she'd let her grip go to flee back. But she wouldn't stop - she would never quit. Leaping a good yard or two away, she'd turn around quickly, sprinting back behind the brown beast. Her eyes bore down upon her enemy, now destined to die, and she took another leap from his 6 o'clock. She'd lunge, paws ready to grip, fangs ready to grasp, aiming for the lower spine. If he moved while she was in the air, she'd redirect her fangs' and claws' assaults to protect against his. She'd curl her hind legs up, protecting her underbelly while assuring a quick jump away should she land. But if she struck, her jaws would latch on either side of his spine, clamping down fiercely while throwing her head from side to side, hoping to tear the flesh and muscle to expose the bone. Her paws would grip around to his underbelly, hoping to scratch and claw and maim him in any way. In fact, if she struck, her position atop of him would look much like that of a mating couple. And from this assault, should she not miss, she'd hang on tight, refusing to loosen her grip unless a potentially deadly blow were to be aimed at her... which might be difficult for Taramo to manage from this angle.

[Akante]

So said:

Silvermist said:

This fight has reached the 6 week deadline, therefore I'm locking it. However, since this fight didn't result in much of a fight, I need to discuss with Vana and the team (minus Akante of course) about how we will go about judging this. Thank you for your patience, we will have the announcement up as soon as possible.

Alright, so after discussing the matters at hand, we've decided that there isn't anything solid we can judge this fight on to determine a winner. Therefore the team has decided that there will be a two week extension, starting from this post, and each team has a strict 5 day posting deadline. I'm sorry if it appears a bit crammed for time but we don't want to keep this thread up longer then it should have to be. So as of now it is Waka's turn and she has 5 days, exact hour/minute of this post, to post. This figth will last no longer then September 5th.

[Akante]

Waka said:

"Stowe it you mangy feline if this is your pack leader you should shut your yap and scilence your lust for blood or are you just her puppet sent here to fight for her cause she can't. We've downed tigers before and we will do it again, I can guarantee that and if you dare threaten my friend whom of which I consider family I'll see that I drag your sorry carcass all the way down to HELL! Look into my eyes and see just where from dark circle of hell I can come from!"

Ughhh.

A lone blue eye cast a glance over to the blue wolf as he growled fools words at her. The tiger only laughed at his pitiful attempt to scare her. Don't be so quick to die foolish mutt. And learn about what the fuck you're speaking to, dumb fuck. "Congratulations comrade, your little speech about me has just made everyone and anyone within a twenty mile radius a little stupider. I advise you to shut up now." Bresha would not stand to be labeled like just another tiger she was far better than such. Any other tiger would brainlessly leap into battle and attack these dumb dogs, however she waited and waited. She knew a lost cause and hopefully Rita did too.

"For wanting peace, you've certainly presented yourself to be quite the hazard."

A smile spread wide across that scarred face of her's. Aye, so Rita had finally seen these scum for what they were? That blue eye stayed glued to the tricky dame as she quickly darted aiming for the leader of their opposing side. Bresha only growled low under her breath as the air back tense. Finally a fight! Here's where thing's get down. It will be fun to rip off your limbs.

With no warning Bresha would charge at Tamaro, following after Rita like a hungry beast moments later. She'd make sure that she'd shove her weight into Tamaro aiming to knock him over and send him reeling, if the male did dodge away when he saw Rita coming for him. And if Tamaro did dodge from Bresha's first attack, Bresha would sprint for the male once again unware and uncaring of Rita's position if/or she messed up the pirate mutt's attacks didn't mean zilch to her. Sweeping her paw toward's his face in a pseudo bear paw smack. Hoping that her claws would rake his face. Ignoring the blue male that challenged her honor with his useless words, for now. He meant nothing, once Tamaro was hopefully incapacitated she'd throw around the blackblood.