Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 4
Oh no, it worked.
Didn't she want it to work, though?
A fresh ripple of confusion clouded the forefront of Aurelia's mind as her fangs made contact with Solulfur's glossy, well-groomed fur, and with a start she realized just how... good her packmate smelled. They had been close before, briefly sharing a space in the same den during the early hours as they had tried and failed to unearth their own complicated emotions surrounding various events, but - not quite this close.
Now Aurelia could taste her.
At this revelation a panicked surge of adrenaline lent her the strength she needed to continue the fight, hurling the thought away as if it were burning her mind at a thousand degrees. What did it matter how she smelled, like fresh seafoam and winter's first snow, or how she tasted like -
The burning sensation came back and she threw all of her weight into pulling Solulfur down, down to the hard-packed earth, struggling to focus on the match at hand. She felt conflicted; her competitive nature ran deeper than her Shakti-Vaes blood, the ever-present drive to win pushing her onwards even as the cold fingers of guilt squeezed her chest.
This wasn't at all like sparring Genghis - but why? A few droplets of Solulfur's blood trickled into her mouth, and the horror of it surprised her.
Focus.
The Black Sun's snarl helped snap her back to the reality of the situation. Aurelia planted her paws, stabilizing herself as rigidly as possible - the ground was smooth enough this might work - and then, still holding Solulfur's scruff, threw her weight into a new motion and began to try and spin her opponent along the ground in several wide circles around her.
If she could disorient Solulfur enough, make her dizzy...
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