Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 4
A confusing medley of emotions roiled within her stomach, and they reached a crescendo when she saw Solulfur step into the ring as her next opponent.
She honestly hadn't expected to get this far - her last fight had seen the odds stacked against her, facing off against a wolf easily three times her size. Aurelia still wasn't sure how she'd managed to pull it off, or worse, if the whole thing had simply been a strange fever dream conjured up by her grief over the loss of Genghis.
Yet here she stood, utterly motionless, staring back at Solulfur with wide, startled eyes.
Thinking of sinking her fangs into the very woman who had saved her life was - well, it was awful. Unthinkable. Utterly wrong in every conceivable way.
But in her heart, she knew the Black Sun would not back down from a challenge, personal feelings be damned, and so Aurelia pushed back her discomfort and squared her shoulders.
Don't hold back,she called out. Some of the fur was still missing towards the tip of her tail, a mark left by Alduin during their match - she tried to consider it a badge of honor.
The fight was announced, and she took off at a full sprint.
Aurelia was only slightly more evenly matched against her newest opponent, although Solulfur likely had an edge over her both in muscle tone and experience. Alduin had been large, slow; it was easier to pit her only advantage against him as a result, stinging at his sides like an aggravated wasp until exhaustion had at last taken him and won her the round.
This could prove to be far more difficult.
Aurelia feinted to the right, hoping to trick Solulfur into guarding her left shoulder and trap her in the motion while her own blunted claws gripped the hard ground and suddenly lunged for the opposite side, jaws open as she aimed to take hold of Solulfur's scruff and drag her down.
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