Breaking Down

for @Ragnar! A paladin thread :>

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​​​​​​Traveling further than the plains, Nyra began to feel the pull back to Sanatorium. 
Too far. Too far. Too far. 
She was getting irritable, especially after the fight with the man in the Plains. Both wolves didn't go without injury, and even the Warmaiden was more bitey than conversational right now, given the strength of the pull she had to return home. 
Soon. She promised, looking out at the Plains from where she stood on a miscellaneous mountain path, wind blowing softly through her fur.
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Ragnar had followed Ghidorah along this path through the great mountain chain and out into the region around the heights. Ragnar had lost the man (despite how big he was) though he taken to simply wandering on his own. Though Ragnar lived in the far north-western corner of the mountains, this region was teaming with life, with packs, with allies and adventure to come.

Never a man bound to keep settled, he ventured along carelessly. But not too far from reach...

Ragnar smells Ghidorah again, but he is not met with the man. Instead, another large wolf, a great white. A bit injured, but not beaten, he approaches her with head low and a weary, curious eye.
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Rolled a 4!

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Nyra notices the scent of another rather quickly. 
She's hurt, and on peak alert. 
Watching the man come closer, the Warmaiden growls, hackles starting to stand along her spine. 

​​​​​​Faintly, the scent of her attacker wafts into her nose from the fur of the stranger, and her eyes darken with fury. 
Lowering her muzzle to protect her throat, Nyra wrinkles her lip to show the tips of her fangs. 
She wouldn't ask questions, she was too angry and couldn't give enough shits to do anything other than take one step. 

Two. 

And then lunge for the stranger, with jaws arced open wide for anything she could grab, her only intent to damage, shred, rip, tear, and possibly kill if given the chance. 

By Death himself, how badly she wanted that chance.
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16/20 HP. Rolled a 6.

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The woman is threatened quickly, her growl sounding the alarm like the rattle of a snake, her hairs standing on end. There is utter fury in the lightning strike of her gaze.

She takes a step, another, crouched and ready.

Oh shit.

Ragnar did not move quite fast enough to flee the onslaught and instead drops his head low, pressing his ears to his crown protectively, keeping his shoulders forward to aid in the protection of his neck. Teeth tear at him, sinking into thick fur and scruff and thrashing.

Ragnar with his head low from this angle decides to go for the easiest bet- he reaches for her foreleg at the elbow, to bite and to yank, to hopefully throw her off center.
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14/20 HP, rolled a 3 *cry*

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Nyra barely notices the defensive posture of the man.
All she sees is a target. 

​​​​​Her teeth find his scruff, but his find her foreleg. 
A livid roar from Nyra as he jerks her to the ground, and she lands with a dull THUD. 

​​​​​Quickly, she's snapping her teeth at him just as soon as she's on the soil, ravenous and angry in her flails and cracking of fangs against whatever part of him she can snatch up.
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Oh no. Lol, we can blame her prior injuries! 13/20 HP. Rolled an 8!

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The bigger they were, the harder they fell.

And so with a twisting of the elbow did the great white too, falling hard to the cold earth with a thud.

But even on the ground she is dangerous, ravenous. All she was seeing was red and snaps her large jaws wildly at Ragnar who jumps out to the side and out of her grasp. Not unscathed, as her front teeth nip and slice at his forelegs but no grasp obtained.

Having jumped out to the side, Ragnar seeks to obtain her at a safe angle. From behind, he attempts to grip her at the thick flesh and fur of her nape. To burrow in and sink deep like a leech.
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8/20 HP I think! Rolled a 10 OH NO RAGNAR 0-0

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She can't catch any solid part of him, and it makes her even more enraged. 
As he goes for her nape, Nyra twists and lunges upward for Ragnar's face. Given she's on the ground she might catch his throat instead if fate has that in mind, but she wasn't being strategic with her attacks. 

All she saw was red, red, red and all she felt was hot, hot wrath. 

A searing battle cry boomed from her chest as she thrusted herself at him.
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lol your mathing chick. She at 6/20. And I just rolled a 6!! Ragnar is 3/20.

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Though she is on the ground, Ragnar is unable to keep a good hold on the back of the woman's neck. The large woman squirms, thrusting upward in attack which causes Ragnar to jerk back. Jaws sink deep and solid into the flesh of his upper right chest below his lower neckline. Not as high as Nyra's hope granted her position but had the northerner crying out a growl of pain.

In every attempt to escape her and protect his own self from this going from bad to worse, Ragnar tucks down his chin to his chest, to protect his vitals. He comes in from his higher position, going for only what he can reach now with limited movement- her face.
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oops lol my bad. Gonna make this a short post with her getting KO'd!

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Nyra thrashes with his neck in her jaws, trying to rend and rip with angered adrenaline. But before she knows it he's coming for her face, and she jerks forward to avoid getting blinded. 
Instead however, he hits her skull just right with his teeth, by sheer chance at that, and she suddenly blacks out, and goes limp in the dirt with a dull thump. 

She likely wouldn't wake up for maybe an hour or so. Long enough the King of the North could escape and flee if he really wanted to.
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And escape he did. The moment she goes limp he is jumping away from her, a sigh of relief coming over him. His quite badly torn chest leaving him to limp off and away from the angry woman. He would need to find good shelter to clean his wounds and patch up beyond he made the journey back home.
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