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SKILL : WARLORD ( 1 / 5 )
Rolling 1d5: 1
With two wins under his belt, Shiloh was quite chuffed. The sense of pride he often tried (emphasis on tried) to keep at bay about his abilities worked its way into his stride as he entered the ring. He hadn't caught the name of his combatant as he strutted forth, his chin tipped upward in a show of confidence.
It wasn't until he caught the monochrome form of Aurelia settled opposite of him that his showboating ceased.
He blanched beneath his fur as he stared at the smaller Shakti-Vaes woman, some of the light leaving his eyes as he tried to process what was happening. His expression slipped, giving way to something closer to the pale reflection of mortal fear.
Was she... his opponent?
Grey-blue eyes swept left then right, beseeching the frozen mountain for his actual opponent, but there was only her. His gaze settled upon the form of Tiberii in the crowd and his previous desire to show off for her quickly died in the face of who his opponent was.
Fuck.
This wasn't good... at all.
He felt quite certain the bull would trample him into the very earth if a single hair on Aurelia's head was out of place, but it appeared the smaller wolf had no intentions of making matters easy for him.
Her voice pulled his attention back to her and she, at least, shared his distaste for this unfortunate turn of events. It was vaguely comforting to know she did not relish their match-up, but he was instilled with dread as she set into motion.
Quickly, he tried to formulate a plan that would see the least amount of harm done to Aurelia and all he could scrape together was to play the game of avoidance: He would do his best to evade her maneuvers in the hopes she would run out of steam and concede.
It probably wasn't going to work - but the alternatives weren't great as they all resulted in his red hide being made into a new rug for the Shakti-Vaes clan.
Nothing was going to plan, least of all when he snapped back into the moment and realized she was nearly upon him. In a knee-jerk reaction, he darted to the right to avoid her, but instead opened himself up to her offensive and her strike landed on his left hind leg.
He felt the limb be pulled backwards, disrupting his movements and nearly sending him face-first into the slush of ice, dirt, and blood they "brawled" upon. Shiloh managed to save his pretty face from insult at the last possible moment and he shifted his weight to the other three legs in an effort to stabilize himself.
In an attempt to regain the use of his besieged limb, he tried to kick his leg to shake her loose and afford him some space.
It wasn't until he caught the monochrome form of Aurelia settled opposite of him that his showboating ceased.
He blanched beneath his fur as he stared at the smaller Shakti-Vaes woman, some of the light leaving his eyes as he tried to process what was happening. His expression slipped, giving way to something closer to the pale reflection of mortal fear.
Was she... his opponent?
Grey-blue eyes swept left then right, beseeching the frozen mountain for his actual opponent, but there was only her. His gaze settled upon the form of Tiberii in the crowd and his previous desire to show off for her quickly died in the face of who his opponent was.
Fuck.
This wasn't good... at all.
He felt quite certain the bull would trample him into the very earth if a single hair on Aurelia's head was out of place, but it appeared the smaller wolf had no intentions of making matters easy for him.
Her voice pulled his attention back to her and she, at least, shared his distaste for this unfortunate turn of events. It was vaguely comforting to know she did not relish their match-up, but he was instilled with dread as she set into motion.
Quickly, he tried to formulate a plan that would see the least amount of harm done to Aurelia and all he could scrape together was to play the game of avoidance: He would do his best to evade her maneuvers in the hopes she would run out of steam and concede.
It probably wasn't going to work - but the alternatives weren't great as they all resulted in his red hide being made into a new rug for the Shakti-Vaes clan.
Nothing was going to plan, least of all when he snapped back into the moment and realized she was nearly upon him. In a knee-jerk reaction, he darted to the right to avoid her, but instead opened himself up to her offensive and her strike landed on his left hind leg.
He felt the limb be pulled backwards, disrupting his movements and nearly sending him face-first into the slush of ice, dirt, and blood they "brawled" upon. Shiloh managed to save his pretty face from insult at the last possible moment and he shifted his weight to the other three legs in an effort to stabilize himself.
In an attempt to regain the use of his besieged limb, he tried to kick his leg to shake her loose and afford him some space.
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