A small mountain range known for its black colored rocks and mineral ore deposits. Many mining caves have been dug through the mountain but not all of these are safe. Bears and mountain lions guard the hills and many unsafe tunnels collapse without warning.
She tears into the sensitive skin of the Sabre's stomach, feeling him flinch from the pain against his vulnerable flesh. Ixora wanted to tear in more and make the wound deeper but a quick peek from her magic and she was moving just enough to avoid getting her spine impaled on long fangs. Intsead she cried out as they scraped down her shoulder to leave long angry red lines. Pain made her stumble and she felt her balance shift as she grappled with the Sabre on the edge. Rocks giving way and her balance to far off to correct herself as she slid down the sharp stones. Her paws taking the brunt of the damage as she gritted her teeth.
In the time it took for her to right herself and regain her footing Enya had grabbed the Sabre and Ixora felt herself filled with a rush satisfaction. Even with everything that had happened between them they still worked together as a team. Not even a single word had been spoken between the two of them and they were slowly tearing the pale cat apart. If she wasn't so focused on the fight she might have let out a laugh.
Ignoring her wounded paws Ixora worked herself back up by the other two and moved to snap at the Sabre's haunches, trying to avoid his flailing paws as he tried to escape their grip. More specifically the delicate tendons that kept his legs moving. If she managed to nick one of those he would have a much harder time trying to climb the mountains that they were currently in. Even as her red form moved her eyes flashed and spun between blue and gold. Her magic working to see even a few seconds ahead.
Character Diceroll 1: Unuccessful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Dexterity.
477 was added for Level 2.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
1 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
Character Diceroll 2: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Perception.
544 was added for Level 2.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
7 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Unuccessful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
491 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
'Fucking cats!' Enya shouted internally as her shove missed the sabre. Her teeth didn't, however, and even as she fell, she clamped her jaws and held onto the sabre's haunch that she had managed to grab. She slammed against the rocks with a grunt, her body jarred by the force of the impact. Her vision blurred briefly as she continued to hold onto the sabre's hide and refocused once her chest managed to take wind into it once more.
When her vision had finally refocused, she saw the deep red of Ixora's fur mere inches away from her. Even in the middle of the fight, Enya couldn't help but feel pure joy at catching Ixora's scent again. Her gaze searched for Ixora's only to see the she-wolf's eyes glazed over, reflecting different colors. It was the gaze of a Seer. The sabre's thrashing picked up substantially as it, too, recovered from the fall down the ledge. It's legs had gone wild kicking at Ixora with no success. Enya shifted and twisted back to her feet and still with her grip secured, started to pull and tug at the sabre's flank. Perhaps if she were lucky, she could start the skinning process early. With every tug and pull, Enya's fangs secreted her deadly toxins. Each tightening of her grip as she pulled against his flesh was accompanied with another injection of venom aimed right for his nervous system. Unfortunately for Enya, she'd lined herself up perfectly for a gruesome bite. Her hind leg stepped just close enough to his jaws where he reached out and snapped his own shut, aiming for her ankle.
Enya: 6/8
Sabre: 3/10
Strength:
Success: Begins tearing the flesh of the saber's flank for -1HP
Failure: The fur/skin is too thick. Her grip isn't firm enough to tear through it.
Medicine:
Success: Venom is injected and begins shutting down the sabre's nervous system -1HP
Failure: The sabre's natural constitution resists the venom
Sabre Strength:
Success: Grabs Enya's leg and crunches the bones -1HP
Failure: Misses the bite and clamps on air
Character Diceroll 1: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
517 was added for Level 4.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
Character Diceroll 2: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Medicine.
508 was added for Level 3.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
552 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
She tried to sink her teeth into the Sabre's back leg only to growl as she ducked a kick. Her ears flattened as she tried to snap her teeth again, only to be meet with air once more. The wild flailing of the cat making it difficult for her to even attempt to get a hold on his pale and bloody pelt. Then it seemed like he had a moment of clarity and whirled to snap at Enya. Those long fangs flashing dangerously before they sank into flesh.
Snap.
Time seemed to stop as the loud sound of bone breaking echoed in her ears. Flashing gold and blue eyes widened before they narrowed as anger built in her chest. Blood burning hot in her veins as she caught a glimpse of the wound that now marred Enya's coat. Every drop of blood that spilled from the wound just made her anger increase. A low growl built in her chest as she whirled on the cat, with blood covered fangs bared. If she hadn't already been planning on taking his life she would be now.
Her eyes flashed gold as she lunged forward, red coat paling as her Specter magic flooded her system. If she timed this right she would end up with a rather important piece of him in her waiting jaws. A piece she was keen on gifting Enya in return for the how that cat had stupidly harmed her. If she missed she would land in front of him. Either way she would be in a position to do damage to his already faltering frame.
Ixora Attack (+1 from previous successful clairvoyance)
Success: Ixora rips out the Sabre's heart -1 HP and kills him
Fail: She lands in front of him with empty jaws
Sabre Attack (if Ixora's roll fails)
Success: Manages to swipe a front paw at her -1HP
Fail: Doesn't realize that ix is in front of him
Character Diceroll 1: Success Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Arcana.
520 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
4 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Fail Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Perception.
499 was added for Level 1.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
Try as she might, she couldn't tear the skin of the saber open. No matter how hard she tugged, it's thick fur resisted and her strength waned from the fight. It couldn't resist, however, the venom that was being simultaneously pumped into it's system. It would ruin the corpse for eating, but at this point, she didn't care. She was hurt and bruised and no sooner did she have time to celebrate the weakening of the saber as she felt it falling slack between her grip, she was also suffering a broken leg.
When the snap sounded, Enya's grasp on the saber was lost as she cried out in pain. Her yelp was high pitched, then suddenly faded to nothing as her consciousness left her. She tumbled the rest of the way down the rockface to where the fight had started, her body limp. She wasn't dead, but had simply passed out due to the sudden and intense pain that had shot through her body. Thrown off balance, the saber fell with her, position himself perfectly for Ixora's final attack. Enya didn't get to witness the perfect execution. She came back to consciousness in time to see the saber's body collapse suddenly and Ixora's form reappear with something between her jaws.
With the adrenaline of the fight still in her and her mind half-numb from pain, she recoiled from Ixora, favoring her injured appendages, and pushed herself up into a defensive sit, not yet trusting herself to stand, yet also not wanting to be laying on the ground should Ixora make a move. If, somehow, Ixora hadn't heard the snap, then Enya didn't want to give away that she was severely injured. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her, but that didn't stop Enya from trying to hide it.
Where had Ixora come from? Why was she here? Did she come with the intent to harm her? Was she a bounty hunter like the dead Saber? Was she coming to finish what she had done so long ago? Maybe she was here with the intent to do good. Or, maybe she was here to deliver a message - a prophecy. Her heart pounded in her ears and her head ached as another bolt of pain shot through her figure, making her flinch. "I don't understand" she managed to stutter, "Why are you here?" It was, perhaps, the worst sort of greeting one could give to the very wolf she had exiled so very very long ago, the same wolf who had taken her life. Panic suddenly set in as a question surfaced and overrode all others she asked internally. Had Tsillah sent her?
