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    @Dolor Aeternum
    Looks like we're at 10 posts. It's flown by with how fun it was. But did you wanna do the dice roll now? And whom of which shall do so?
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    @True Lycalo I have enjoyed it too. I will roll. I will let you pick whether you are 1 or 2.
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    Tharr’s maneuver allowed him to notice the lively but subtle movements of Obtenebra as it held the corrosive dagger in place. The momentum that the gryphtaur had managed to stop caused Ilyana to widen her eyes at how resourceful her opponent was. Burgeoning respect for Tharr had begun to settle in, further motivating her to ensure that she laid herself bare in this battle for what good would this be for either of them if the spectators didn’t get their money’s worth? Tharr would feel Obtenebra pressing hard as it attempted to overpower her foe but she was but a fledgling compared to her master in strength so the griffin would find that his struggle admirably managed to keep the weapon at bay and begin pushing it away from him.
     
    As this was occurring, the griffin would find that she would begin slowly approaching him, Obtenebra very slowly returning to cover the exposed flesh with every step she took forward. Obtenebra’s strength was maintained so the threat that the dagger posed was still present. The veiny portion of the short sword she held began to glow a bit brighter, its violet color standing out amidst all of the black. There was something different about it this time as it looked a bit thinner than before and emitted a peculiar energy signature. All of these visual characteristics translated to an obvious increase in danger level and the fact she approached from the front yet again spoke of a confidence that she could deal much more damage than she had on her first slash to test the armor. The black ichor that was Obtenebra learned….adapted to its environment and only had much more to learn from everyone it attached itself to.
     
    As soon as Ilyana reached a 3 foot distance she urged Obtenebra to cease its resistant push with the dagger, intending to use that sudden lack of a resistant force to hopefully cause Tharr to lurch forward a bit. She knew he’d likely use his powerful front legs to keep himself steady and they were her intended targets. With a two handed diagonal slash coming from Tharr’s left she aimed to slice hard into that flesh, making sure that the advantage of the twenty inch length of the blade was used almost in its entirety by keeping herself just less than a foot in front of her opponent. All she needed was one deep cut so that the true threat of the blade she held would give her the advantage she needed. Knees were bent and stance was near perfect to allow her at least a chance of maintaining neutral and not giving her opponent the advantage but in a world full of mysteries such as Valucre, advantages were as fleeting as the peace that was leaving Terrenus.
     
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    Tharraleos' actions were done to test a theory he had formed. That cloak of hers was the source of abundant mystery. The brief contact his flight feathers made with the clothing confirmed some of his suspicious. Now was the matter of placing the woman in a most unfavorable situation to force her tricks out of hiding. He was successful in his attempts, but the manner of which he did so would be rather unexpected.
    With the sight of her exposed skin, Tharr instantly denoted he may very well be in some kind of danger. Just as the dagger wielding tendril sprung forth, the quartet of claws would cleave into the dirt as the Gryphtaur attempted to come to a screeching halt. This time both wings would unfurl themselves to create wind resistance and assist in slowing his speed. The corrosive tip continued it's path to his torso unabated, when just inches from the target it suddenly stopped in the blink of an eye. Upon coming to a stop, the beast had clamped his armored mits around the hilt of the blade, applying enough pressure to grip it and push back.
    Gritting his fangs in struggle, he managed to hold the weapon in place, the clear substance eating away at his illustrious mane. This sparked a fit of anger within him and with another growl, he began fighting back more against the elusive construct and pushed back even vigorously. Exchanging glances between the dagger and Illyana, the warrior would attempt to distance the space between him and the blade. Then perhaps he could learn more about this garb of trickery and find a way to victory.
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    Tharraleos' actions were done to test a theory he had formed. That cloak of hers was the source of abundant mystery. The brief contact his flight feathers made with the clothing confirmed some of his suspicious. Now was the matter of placing the woman in a most unfavorable situation to force her tricks out of hiding. He was successful in his attempts, but the manner of which he did so would be rather unexpected.
    With the sight of her exposed skin, Tharr instantly denoted he may very well be in some kind of danger. Just as the dagger wielding tendril sprung forth, the quartet of claws would cleave into the dirt as the Gryphtaur attempted to come to a screeching halt. This time both wings would unfurl themselves to create wind resistance and assist in slowing his speed. The corrosive tip continued it's path to his torso unabated, when just inches from the target it suddenly stopped in the blink of an eye. Upon coming to a stop, the beast had clamped his armored mits around the hilt of the blade, applying enough pressure to grip it and push back.
    Gritting his fangs in struggle, he managed to hold the weapon in place, the clear substance eating away at his illustrious mane. This sparked a fit of anger within him and with another growl, he began fighting back more against the elusive construct and pushed back even vigorously. Exchanging glances between the dagger and Illyana, the warrior would attempt to distance the space between him and the blade. Then perhaps he could learn more about this garb of trickery and find a way to victory.
    @Dolor Aeternum
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    To the opposing end of the female, a towering steel door began to open vertically as rackety mechanisms creaked and banged. Posterior paws and frontal talons shook the ground ever so slightly with each heavy step as an unorthodox creature made its entrance into the battlefield. In vein of a Centaur, this warrior boasted a dual-bodied frame. In place of the amalgamation of animal and man, this particular specimen was full beast. With avian and feline traits aplenty, one could make the assumption this was some sort of mutated Griffin. An ivory plumaged head rested 9 feet from the ground from his conjoined height. Similarly, a pair feathered protrusions were seen jutting from the sides of his head that resembled horns and seemed to have a gleam about their pointed tips. This head of an eagle was fittingly complimented by a powerful golden yellow beak with a pronounced hook at the tip.
    A dense and overly tufted mane of russet fur was lined around the bottom of his neck that was streaked with blonde and black. Ending at a point near his lower stomach, it was rather evident a great deal of grooming was dedicated to this. On both sections was tawny brown pelage that made up a majority of the well muscled lion body. Large paws concealing a deathly set of claws not only sat on the ends of the aforementioned hindquarters, but the humanoid arms of this portion as well. The anterior third of the lower frame was coated in black feathers. Also covering the upper half of the raptorial front legs, plumage of an identical shade formed a sizable set of wings sprouting from the shoulder blades of this much larger body. These were currently folded and draped along most of the sides and front of him, otherwise their outstretched mass would be most obstructive. The bottoms extended down next to white feathered rectricies that acted as the tip of a lengthy feline tail; a black covert seemingly diving them.
    Tharraleos was the designation belonging to this array of lims and fluff. A mutated Griffin he was, one belonging to the Varida Griffins. These combat hunters normally roam about in suppressed bipedal forms, though these inhibitors can be relinquished under certain circumstances that would unveil the quadruped monstrosities that was their true selves. A somewhat rare and elusive mutation binded the 2 and nullified their ability to transform. Often creating Tauric variations, they were seen an vastly capable in their own right with strength fittingly between the two forms. Tharr here lived a normal life for 2 and a half centuries before painfully becoming the beast in current day after a grueling 100 year metamorphosis. It wasn't too long ago this was completed and the Griff was still accustoming himself to this Tauric way of life. What better way to hone his prowess than to enlist in competitions? This is served as most of the motivation that brought him to the colosseum he currently stood in. The peculiar beast would halt his movements a respectable distance from his opponent.
    “I am Tharraleos.” He proudly announced, piercing gold gaze peering down at the cloaked woman. His words were released with such vigor the air around him seemed to tremble, yet there was an heir of sophistication to his mannerisms. His tail would sway laterally, the feathers at the end seeming to gleam in the sun. To assume they were normal flight feathers would be a grave misunderstanding. Such a notion could extend to the fluff surrounding the rest of him. While plush and downy in appearance, his coat had gone through extensive reinforcement growth over many years; a natural contribution of his mutated physiology. This bestowed it a steely disposition with the tail acting as a favorable tool for slicing or blunt force attacks. This resting upon skin reminiscent of stone and no external weapons or defenses were needed. This was so long as the upkeep maintained and half the reason behind his extended grooming sessions.
    “Your fight is against me on this day. May our battle be grandiose and these spectators thoroughly entertained.” He would continue to say. In the blink of an eye his somewhat relaxed posture abruptly changed. The quadruped would hunker down not unlike a house cat ready to catch a mouse, ebony claws at the ready. The upper torso would lean forward marginally, the paws unsheathing their flesh tearing tools and out at the ready. His tail would lash out to the side and flare open the plumaged edge into the shape of a semicircle. The beast would inhale and seconds later, the ear splitting screech of an eagle would resonate through the stands. This would transition into the booming bellow of a lion that seemed to erupt from his maw like a bomb. What appeared to be a deathly set of feline chompers appeared to sprout from the mandibles of his rostrum. Those with weak spirits would likely need a change of drawers after such a ferocious display. To say he enjoyed hyping up the crowd would be an understatement, even in this false reality.
    With that, this skirmish was at an official start and the hybrid was rather curious of the abilities pertaining to this foe of his. Caution was certainly a must as he couldn't help but anticipate some form of trickery. With his sizable mass, a more defensive path was taken in combat and his unmoving stare never strayed from the opposition. With many inherent armaments and an array of limbs as well as centuries of experience, this would be no easy victory to achieve for those faced against him. With the formalities done on this part, Tharr awaited his moment to strike and unleashed a primal barrage not many have seen the likes of.
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    The grand beast watched with a raised brow as Illyana drew her weapons. It was an instant deduction these weren't your run of the mill blades and there was something sinister about them. As robust as his physical prowess was his mental capacity. While very much animalistic, Tharr was as keenly clever as they came. The first part of this fight would be studying this woman and her method of combat. Once this was discovered, he'd retort with unrelenting ferocity. His eyes watched her every move, following her as she strafed along. In an abrupt burst of speed, the Tauroid braced himself as the gap dwindled in mere seconds.

    A brief glint seemed to distract him for a moment's time, one that surfaced from that peculiar garb of hers. His keen awareness took instant note of the needle-like projectile. Her continuing advancement didn't stray far from his perception either despite this sudden factor. Showcasing his potent dexterity, the mutant made 2 separate movements simultaneously. As his biped torso leaned sideways to the left, his right wing outstretched itself in a swift hefty motion. The sheer force of such kicked up a billow of dirt from the ground below and stirred a decent amount of wind in each direction. This flight appendage would bend itself almost in half as the flying object barely grazed the fluff on the sides of his cranium. This severed a small patch of pale follicles that scattered about in the ensuing gust.
    The swordswoman would find her blade colliding with the flight bearing limb as it was folded in front of him for protection. She'd oddly find carving through it felt similar to chain mail if that was something she encountered. The sword as pitch as the night sky sliced through a layer of the reinforced plumage and even the uppermost surface of skin. A most insignificant wound, but he denoted damage perhaps wasn't the main intention. The much smaller combatant would capitalize on her superior mobility and flanked his right side. Normally the wings draped over the sides of his major body and provide a natural shield, though at this moment his tawny brown fur was currently exposed from the one side. While just as sturdy as the feathers, breaking through the pelage alone was a much more doable task.
    As Tharr began to regain his composure, he sent forth the only available tool. His feet were planted into the ground to keep himself leveled after his lateral heave, the wing was recovering and all other options were out of range. This left the versatility of his tail, which had whipped around and attempted a downward diagonal slash of its own with the razored rectrices at her general mass. While they looked soft to the touch, being on the receiving end of this would prove most gruesome. It could even cleave her in half entirely, or render her severely mangled. The force of which was also notable with the momentum gathered and the strength of the appendage. Deflecting it could very lead to some imbalance. Illyana would find this much slower opponent compensated such with absurd resourcefulness. The awareness of his surroundings and coordination of his numerous limbs was indeed an impressive feat. That hubris and curiosity of one's limits is what usually lands him in some dicey predicaments, however.
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    The projectiles of Illyana were successful in piercing the coat of the Vardia, though not exactly where she intended. With his attack failing to land, the tail had placed itself in the path of the needles and endured the puncturing.  With a brief growl of what seemed to mainly be irritation from the new protrusions jutting from his rectrices, Tharraleos would turn to face his opponent with a short hop after getting himself situated. The snarl would form into a smirk as he stared her down for a brief moment. Assuming his appendages were the only hazzard would be a slightl misconception. While naturally a crude bruiser, a handful of ranged options were at his disposal.
    He'd suddenly rear up and support himself on his rearmost paws; the bipedal torso leaning forward to remain upright. Using gravity to his advantage and pushing his near half ton of weight down, his frontal talons would impact the arena floor with an alarming amount of force. The earth around him would shake violently and even the most nimble of fighters would have trouble retaining balance. Even more, the ground began to split and sent a very precise tremor towards Illyana to deter her movement further. As rumbling as it was, it's duration was only a few moments.
    Directly afterwards, the hybrid would dash forward. The acceleration was rather lacking, but once sufficient momentum was gathered, he'd begin moving with deceptive quickness. The way he seemed to gallop in his stride with upper body rocking back and forth made the two separate portions nearly resemble rider and steed. With heavy steps and watchful eyes, he'd charge forth with a spirited shout escaping his toothed beak. No plan of attack seemed to be observable even as the distance closed, possibly leading to the idea of his intention to use his sizable mass as a battering ram. This was a risky maneuver with many ways it can go against his favor. But with the finesse demonstrated thus far, the avian feline would be more than ready for such complications.
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    The projectiles of Illyana were successful in piercing the coat of the Vardia, though not exactly where she intended. With his attack failing to land, the tail had placed itself in the path of the needles and endured the puncturing.  With a brief growl of what seemed to mainly be irritation from the new protrusions jutting from his rectrices, Tharraleos would turn to face his opponent with a short hop after getting himself situated. The snarl would form into a smirk as he stared her down for a brief moment. Assuming his appendages were the only hazzard would be a slightl misconception. While naturally a crude bruiser, a handful of ranged options were at his disposal.
    He'd suddenly rear up and support himself on his rearmost paws; the bipedal torso leaning forward to remain upright. Using gravity to his advantage and pushing his near half ton of weight down, his frontal talons would impact the arena floor with an alarming amount of force. The earth around him would shake violently and even the most nimble of fighters would have trouble retaining balance. Even more, the ground began to split and sent a very precise tremor towards Illyana to deter her movement further. As rumbling as it was, it's duration was only a few moments.
    Directly afterwards, the hybrid would dash forward. The acceleration was rather lacking, but once sufficient momentum was gathered, he'd begin moving with deceptive quickness. The way he seemed to gallop in his stride with upper body rocking back and forth made the two separate portions nearly resemble rider and steed. With heavy steps and watchful eyes, he'd charge forth with a spirited shout escaping his toothed beak. No plan of attack seemed to be observable even as the distance closed, possibly leading to the idea of his intention to use his sizable mass as a battering ram. This was a risky maneuver with many ways it can go against his favor. But with the finesse demonstrated thus far, the avian feline would be more than ready for such complications.
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    Ilyana felt her blade collide with Tharr’s wing, the friction that was felt within her hands surprising and quite unfortunate as it meant that this creature was of a hardy breed. She had little time to contemplate how her plans would change given this new intel, however, as her eyes caught sight of the exposed flank and she was forced to make a critical decision. The hand that held her dagger tensed as she was about to begin a thrust to continue her attack before she caught sight of the incoming tail, the fan like end of the innate weapon heading toward her shoulder. Her cloak rippled suddenly as if it was reacting to the incoming attack. Tharr would find his opponent pivoting slightly before using her own momentum to launch herself away from the griffin, thus abandoning the opportunity she held at his flank and distancing herself on the griffin’s right.
     
    The razored attack sliced through a portion of her cloak where it would have been expected to tear and leave remnants of fabric but instead it would feel viscous as if slicing through thick molasses though none of the material would be found on Tharr’s tail. A group of three needle like projectiles cut through the air soon after in an attempt to pierce into the exposed area that she had intended to thrust her dagger into hoping to cause some sort of pain. The projectiles were alarmingly thin, thrown with enough force that almost the entirety of their six inches could become embedded into flesh were it not as tough as she assumed Tharr’s to be now. Assuming the pain would just be a kin to someone pricking him with a needle several times and having gone on the defensive now given the unexpected tail attack, she placed her weapons into a cross formation, the blade of the short sword pressing against the dripping dagger.
     
    She would let him be the aggressor this time hoping she will not get surprised by another one of his appendages.
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    The grand beast watched with a raised brow as Illyana drew her weapons. It was an instant deduction these weren't your run of the mill blades and there was something sinister about them. As robust as his physical prowess was his mental capacity. While very much animalistic, Tharr was as keenly clever as they came. The first part of this fight would be studying this woman and her method of combat. Once this was discovered, he'd retort with unrelenting ferocity. His eyes watched her every move, following her as she strafed along. In an abrupt burst of speed, the Tauroid braced himself as the gap dwindled in mere seconds.

    A brief glint seemed to distract him for a moment's time, one that surfaced from that peculiar garb of hers. His keen awareness took instant note of the needle-like projectile. Her continuing advancement didn't stray far from his perception either despite this sudden factor. Showcasing his potent dexterity, the mutant made 2 separate movements simultaneously. As his biped torso leaned sideways to the left, his right wing outstretched itself in a swift hefty motion. The sheer force of such kicked up a billow of dirt from the ground below and stirred a decent amount of wind in each direction. This flight appendage would bend itself almost in half as the flying object barely grazed the fluff on the sides of his cranium. This severed a small patch of pale follicles that scattered about in the ensuing gust.
    The swordswoman would find her blade colliding with the flight bearing limb as it was folded in front of him for protection. She'd oddly find carving through it felt similar to chain mail if that was something she encountered. The sword as pitch as the night sky sliced through a layer of the reinforced plumage and even the uppermost surface of skin. A most insignificant wound, but he denoted damage perhaps wasn't the main intention. The much smaller combatant would capitalize on her superior mobility and flanked his right side. Normally the wings draped over the sides of his major body and provide a natural shield, though at this moment his tawny brown fur was currently exposed from the one side. While just as sturdy as the feathers, breaking through the pelage alone was a much more doable task.
    As Tharr began to regain his composure, he sent forth the only available tool. His feet were planted into the ground to keep himself leveled after his lateral heave, the wing was recovering and all other options were out of range. This left the versatility of his tail, which had whipped around and attempted a downward diagonal slash of its own with the razored rectrices at her general mass. While they looked soft to the touch, being on the receiving end of this would prove most gruesome. It could even cleave her in half entirely, or render her severely mangled. The force of which was also notable with the momentum gathered and the strength of the appendage. Deflecting it could very lead to some imbalance. Illyana would find this much slower opponent compensated such with absurd resourcefulness. The awareness of his surroundings and coordination of his numerous limbs was indeed an impressive feat. That hubris and curiosity of one's limits is what usually lands him in some dicey predicaments, however.
    @Dolor Aeternum
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    No problem at all. Just wanted to make sure my response was accurate. Should be having that up tonight, if not early tomorrow.
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    @True Lycalo apologies if I wasnt clear in the post. It is the short sword.
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    Unorthodox wasn’t the correct word. Majestic? Imposing? Ilyana couldn’t quite grasp what she was looking at as Tharraleos emerged from the risen gate and began placing himself before her. She had lived a sheltered life…well as much as someone in Hell’s Gate could with how rich in diversity Terrenus truly was. The creature that made his way into the arena was a mixture of beasts she had never encountered before which made his appearance all the more fascinating. The din of the crowd around them as they viewed the two combatants increased and she knew by physical appearance alone she looked very much the underdog. The nine feet masterpiece of an opponent versus her five feet caused many to discredit already before the fight even began. Blackened eyes slid all over Tharr’s form and were this an encounter outside of combat she may have attempted to pet or feel the uniqueness of that creature out of pure curiosity but instead she quickly weighed the physical advantages of her opponent. She knew this would not be an easy battle by any means.
     
    With her face completely in view of everyone around them, she smiled warmly and immediately responded after Tharr’s introduction out of pure respect for what they were about to endure.
     
    “I am Ilyana Sevryn…redeemer of Hell’s Gate. May we put on a show worthy enough to be remembered throughout all of Terrenus.”
     
    The screech Tharr expelled would soon follow as a short sword slowly emerged from the sleeves upon her right arm and a dagger appeared from her left. As the screech transitioned into the roar, her expression quickly shifted to be more determined, not intimidated but emboldened by the sheer presence of the Varida Griffin. The short sword that was revealed was completely black, matching the luster of her cloak though there was a veiny structure within the blade that held a violet glow. The dagger, meanwhile constantly dripped with a silvery substance that seemed corrosive with the way that the liquid sizzled upon the ground beside her yet the blade remained intact. Her cloak began to undulate suddenly as she began slowly sidestepping her way to slowly begin closing the distance, attempting to eye any weak points in Tharr’s almost feral stance but ultimately not finding any at this time. With blinding speed that surpassed the celerity of the vampires of Tia, she closed the distance between them in mere seconds. As she approached something flashed within the innards of her cloak, a thin but extremely sharp object launched forward (even though her hands were clearly holding the aforementioned weapons) at Tharr’s head as she approached. Soon after she would attempt a horizontal slash coming from Tharr’s left, looking to slash through and continue her movement to the creature’s right and distance herself again.
     
    She clearly did not want to maintain any close quarter combat with such a monstrous beast if she could help it at all. Each movement was carefully calculated and fluid, her stance never allowing her back to face Tharr which could ultimately spell defeat. Measured confidence tempered her form but it would likely take far more than that to prove herself against the senior in combat that Tharr was in comparison. 
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    To the opposing end of the female, a towering steel door began to open vertically as rackety mechanisms creaked and banged. Posterior paws and frontal talons shook the ground ever so slightly with each heavy step as an unorthodox creature made its entrance into the battlefield. In vein of a Centaur, this warrior boasted a dual-bodied frame. In place of the amalgamation of animal and man, this particular specimen was full beast. With avian and feline traits aplenty, one could make the assumption this was some sort of mutated Griffin. An ivory plumaged head rested 9 feet from the ground from his conjoined height. Similarly, a pair feathered protrusions were seen jutting from the sides of his head that resembled horns and seemed to have a gleam about their pointed tips. This head of an eagle was fittingly complimented by a powerful golden yellow beak with a pronounced hook at the tip.
    A dense and overly tufted mane of russet fur was lined around the bottom of his neck that was streaked with blonde and black. Ending at a point near his lower stomach, it was rather evident a great deal of grooming was dedicated to this. On both sections was tawny brown pelage that made up a majority of the well muscled lion body. Large paws concealing a deathly set of claws not only sat on the ends of the aforementioned hindquarters, but the humanoid arms of this portion as well. The anterior third of the lower frame was coated in black feathers. Also covering the upper half of the raptorial front legs, plumage of an identical shade formed a sizable set of wings sprouting from the shoulder blades of this much larger body. These were currently folded and draped along most of the sides and front of him, otherwise their outstretched mass would be most obstructive. The bottoms extended down next to white feathered rectricies that acted as the tip of a lengthy feline tail; a black covert seemingly diving them.
    Tharraleos was the designation belonging to this array of lims and fluff. A mutated Griffin he was, one belonging to the Varida Griffins. These combat hunters normally roam about in suppressed bipedal forms, though these inhibitors can be relinquished under certain circumstances that would unveil the quadruped monstrosities that was their true selves. A somewhat rare and elusive mutation binded the 2 and nullified their ability to transform. Often creating Tauric variations, they were seen an vastly capable in their own right with strength fittingly between the two forms. Tharr here lived a normal life for 2 and a half centuries before painfully becoming the beast in current day after a grueling 100 year metamorphosis. It wasn't too long ago this was completed and the Griff was still accustoming himself to this Tauric way of life. What better way to hone his prowess than to enlist in competitions? This is served as most of the motivation that brought him to the colosseum he currently stood in. The peculiar beast would halt his movements a respectable distance from his opponent.
    “I am Tharraleos.” He proudly announced, piercing gold gaze peering down at the cloaked woman. His words were released with such vigor the air around him seemed to tremble, yet there was an heir of sophistication to his mannerisms. His tail would sway laterally, the feathers at the end seeming to gleam in the sun. To assume they were normal flight feathers would be a grave misunderstanding. Such a notion could extend to the fluff surrounding the rest of him. While plush and downy in appearance, his coat had gone through extensive reinforcement growth over many years; a natural contribution of his mutated physiology. This bestowed it a steely disposition with the tail acting as a favorable tool for slicing or blunt force attacks. This resting upon skin reminiscent of stone and no external weapons or defenses were needed. This was so long as the upkeep maintained and half the reason behind his extended grooming sessions.
    “Your fight is against me on this day. May our battle be grandiose and these spectators thoroughly entertained.” He would continue to say. In the blink of an eye his somewhat relaxed posture abruptly changed. The quadruped would hunker down not unlike a house cat ready to catch a mouse, ebony claws at the ready. The upper torso would lean forward marginally, the paws unsheathing their flesh tearing tools and out at the ready. His tail would lash out to the side and flare open the plumaged edge into the shape of a semicircle. The beast would inhale and seconds later, the ear splitting screech of an eagle would resonate through the stands. This would transition into the booming bellow of a lion that seemed to erupt from his maw like a bomb. What appeared to be a deathly set of feline chompers appeared to sprout from the mandibles of his rostrum. Those with weak spirits would likely need a change of drawers after such a ferocious display. To say he enjoyed hyping up the crowd would be an understatement, even in this false reality.
    With that, this skirmish was at an official start and the hybrid was rather curious of the abilities pertaining to this foe of his. Caution was certainly a must as he couldn't help but anticipate some form of trickery. With his sizable mass, a more defensive path was taken in combat and his unmoving stare never strayed from the opposition. With many inherent armaments and an array of limbs as well as centuries of experience, this would be no easy victory to achieve for those faced against him. With the formalities done on this part, Tharr awaited his moment to strike and unleashed a primal barrage not many have seen the likes of.
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    Ilyana, having been escorted to the bland room to before the beginning of this battle, was visibly annoyed at the lack of amenities even as she appeared within the arena, completely covered with a cloak that barely revealed the form fitting black attire beneath. The cloak held an ethereal sheen and seemed to move contrary to the environment around them at times as she slowly stepped forward. She was filled with anticipation, adrenaline surging as she gripped her short sword and dagger in her hands. Hell’s Gate was a city full of threats that she needed to learn how to snuff before they ever reached her home or attempted to destroy what she was beginning to build. For all of those under her care, she needed to better herself in all areas and combat was her current focus.
     
    Her hair was placed up in a neat bun with several spiked metallic pieces jutting out erratically as if she did it all in haste. Eyes darted around as she attempted to find who her opponent would be, optimism creeping in which caused her to smile briefly before she shifted her expression into seriousness. She knew she was being watched and made it a point to look around so that her face would be seen by all. Even if she lost in this first round, she would make sure that the victor had earned his/her victory deciding to put her all into this for the good of the Redeemer and all of the women who counted on her.
     
    The sun had just reached its peak above an open arena, the crowd of spectators itching to see this battle start. Normally she would have found a good place to hide, but that wasnt possible here and she wanted to make sure she was seen by all of the spectators so she stood exposed in the center waiting to see if her opponent would make their first move.
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    True Lycalo reacted to supernal in MT3:1 - Illyana vs Tharraleos   
    MOBS Tournament v3
    Fighters: Illyana vs Tharraleos
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from Dolor Aeternum in MOBS lobby v3   
    Tharraleos will be returning to the MOBS, though this time a much more twisted variant
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    True Lycalo reacted to supernal in MOBS lobby v3   
    @Dolor Aeternum @True Lycalo @Ataraxy @Akiris @Valk @Moon Owl @Metty @Grubbistch
    Your threads are up. Please provide character names so I can update the thread names and links, and if you have a sheet you'd like me to reference include that as well 
    I'll say 3 day timer starting Monday to get things moving and then the regular time limit afterwards
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    True Lycalo reacted to supernal in MOBS tournament v3   
    Ima wait a while, see if anyone else is interested 
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from Zashiii in MOBS tournament v3   
    I'd be down to have another go at this. Last time was thoroughly entertaining, and this time around I think I'd be using the Tauric version of my bird kitty. Color me intrigued.
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from Ataraxy in MOBS tournament v3   
    I'd be down to have another go at this. Last time was thoroughly entertaining, and this time around I think I'd be using the Tauric version of my bird kitty. Color me intrigued.
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from supernal in MOBS tournament v3   
    I'd be down to have another go at this. Last time was thoroughly entertaining, and this time around I think I'd be using the Tauric version of my bird kitty. Color me intrigued.
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from jaistlyn in MOBS tournament lobby v2   
    And that tourney is officially finished! That really was a blast though and I'm glad we were able to reach a conclusion in spite of a couple minor hiccups. Well fought to everyone! We're all winners in the end hehe
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    True Lycalo got a reaction from supernal in MOBS tournament lobby v2   
    And that tourney is officially finished! That really was a blast though and I'm glad we were able to reach a conclusion in spite of a couple minor hiccups. Well fought to everyone! We're all winners in the end hehe
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