2017.02.20:Strong Like Mountain
| Strong Like Mountain | |
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| Athena challenges Sandra for the promotion to Fostern. | |
| IC Date | February 20th, 2017 |
| IC Time | Evening |
| Players | Amelia, Athena, Duncan Mallory, Journey, Khaled, Mae, Marcel, Rhys, Sandra, Sebastien, Zeppelin |
| Location | Caern Amphitheater |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou |
Quentin walks into the Amphitheater. He has a green army issue duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he walks. Black block letters spell out "LOCKHART" across the bag. He stops and pauses as he looks about, searching for his family.
Journey comes in with Vesta, going through his satchel and pulling out a bag of trail mix. He brought snacks as he and Vesta head for the seats.
Vesta has her own bag, but she isn't digging in it. And she's walking. And wearing normal human-sized clothes instead of those fit for a manatee! And no baby. And hey, she has boobs now! But people better not be looking! Journey'll getcha. She follows along quietly, waving briefly to those she knows
Sebastien is around, and isn't designated healer this time. You know, there to help if needed, but he's mostly just here to watch, for once. Not that it changes his mode of dress, any. Man's still got a penchant for suits. Today, though, it seems he is without his packmate, and sitting on a warm, soft blanket laid out on the ampitheatre seating. It's plenty large enough for at least three other people. And there may or may not be a bottle in his hand full of something alcoholic.
Rhys arrives from the valley, his gait easy, though there is something solemn in his eyes, a weariness etched in faint lines at his eyes and around his mouth. His hands are in his pockets as he makes his way down the slop along the seats, his head swiveling here and there, locking for a place to sit, or perhaps, familiar faces.
Mae arrives wearing a backpack. She waves to those she knows as she begins pulling out a few canteens. When a Kin approaches her, thinking its only water, the Fianna lightly taps their wrist. "Sorry, darling... that's not water. Unless you want moonshine or whiskey?"
Duncan arrives in a set of casual things for once, t-shirt and jeans, and slows down as he catches sight of others already here. Focusing in on the few faces he already knows, he gravitates towards Rhys, lifting a hand to catch the man's attention.
As with the last time, there's a processional feel to the arrival of the combatants. Didn't seem like it was that long ago that at least one of them stood up on stage bleeding like the mere act of bleeding was going out of style, but that doesn't stop her from going for a second round.
Seems odd to arrive for what's likely to be a flat-out brawl in what may as well be business-professional attire, but Sandra is nothing if not consistent. Looking to Athena alongside her, she nods the Fury towards the far end of the stage, while she takes the other.
Once the two are in place, the Get Ahroun fixes her attention solely on Athena, and says, "Introduce yourself," in a barked order that can easily be heard through the amphitheater, "and state your purpose."
Off in the appropriate areas for post event parties (or worse), Khaled brought a wide assortment of foods and drinks. Most alcoholic. He's present now in the ampitheatre with space for any of his proto-packmates to whom he flashes a quick grin upon seeing. The bulk of his attention though is on the event itself as it begins and the normally light-hearted Galliard straightens up and adopts a particular sober expression on his face.
Journey settles down next to esta and props one leg up, taking some trail mix quietly from his bag and chewing on it as he watches.
Marcel wanders in with a big flask, yet he cannot lie. He moves to the periphary, settling in.
Where one may be dressed in business attire, Athena is dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. Cracking her neck side to side once she is in place, she takes in a slow breath before she calls out to the group. "My name is Lures The Beast To His Death. Cliath and Ahroun for the Black Furies. I have come before the Sept and the spirits which represent our Sept to bring challenge to Razor-Eater-Rhya for the honor and privilege of becoming Fostern in the eyes of my tribe, our people, and the spirits around us. Will you accept?"
Mae keeps mostly to silence but makes hand gestures to tell others around her that she brought her homebrews with her to drink. She hands out a few of those pop-up cups, hopefully receiving them back when people are finished with them. She smiles and waves energetically towards Marcel. Her attention then turns towards Athena.
Rhys catches sight of Duncan's wave and his expression shifts to something more lighthearted with that mercurial nature of the Fianna. He heads towards the other man and reaches forward to offer the arm clasp. As Athena arrives, he shuts his mouth and motions with his head, grabbing the nearest seat and motioning for Duncan to join him. His attention then focuses on the bottom of the ampitheater, and Sandra and Athena.
Quentin drops his bag near the area where Khaled dwells. He puts his hand on the other Garou's shoulder and nods once in respect. He turns to lay eyes upon the challenger and the challenged. He nods once towards Athena as she speaks. His arms cross as he listens.
Marcel grins to Mae and raises a hand to Rhys and Duncan. He moves a bit closer to Mae, to exchange sippy drinks.
Journey eats some more trail mix and looks into the bag, plucking out a few dates and pops them into his mouth nomnom as he looks back to the combtants as the challenge goes out.
Sandra watches Athena for a moment longer, and, for a time, it almost appears as though this is going to be a bait and switch. Especially since 'I accept' doesn't come straight out of the gate. Instead: "Let the record show that Lures-the-Beast has accepted the terms of the Get of Fenris for this challenge. She will use no Gifts, no weapons. She will use no armor, nor any means to ignore pain. She comes only as she is."
A pause. "This is not a test of who wins. This is a test of resilience. You are Ahroun. You can't falter, or give in. You have to resist your natural rage at every turn, even when faced with insurmountable odds. Lastly, you approach this challenge as if it were anything other than a fight to the death, and the bid for Fostern is forfeit. Period. With all that in mind..."
She pauses-- takes a breath, and shifts seamlessly into her war form, a ten foot, grey monstrosity that's already gearing up to make the 'best' of this, ~I accept,~ growled out through an open snarl, her teeth bared.
Mae looks blankly at Rhys and Duncan when Marcel waves to them. She usually recognizes faces even when she cannot remember people's names so obviously she has never met the two before. She raises her so-called glass in a silent toast to Marcel before she takes a sip. The beverages that the Fianna are not the weak drinks either. There is a kick to these, the type that make Zeppelin perform Frozen showtunes on top of a table.
Duncan pauses for a moment once he's spied Khaled and Rhys to turn and wait for Amelia to catch up. He has enough time to put a hand on her back when Athena makes her announcement to the sept, which is cause for him to stop and face the two and listen to the challenge and the acceptance. Once Sandra has made her statement and accepted, he leans in to murmur to Amelia's ear, and then directs them both towards Khaled and Rhys.
Marcel smiles when he sees Amelia arrive to join her future mate. He hollds his oversized flask up in a salute and take a drink. He grins to Mae and murmurs something.
Rhys glances towards Marcel when the wave catches his eye Rhys is restless, edgy, that emotion sending his energy out in skin prickly waves. He glances to Mae and inclines his head in silent greeting, his eyes casting about the assembled, clearly searching for one face in particular. He is once more distracted by the arrival of Amelia, sending her a brief warm smile, before the action at the front captures his attention.
Journey takes a handful of trail mix and pauses as Sandra lays out the terms of the challenge, considering and as the shapeshifting begins, he pours the mix from hand to mouth and starts chewing. As impassively as any judge, he might as well be watching TV as he observes and chews.
Marcel mutters to Mae, "... should... announcer.... ready....you..."
Athena gives a nod of her head in acceptance as she swings her arms back and forth before her. "I understand the terms and I am prepared." She says as she gives a glance out to her proto-packmates, then back towards the Fenris woman.
Vesta watches, nibbling on trail mix. She also pauses and then goes back to work on the food almost in perfect tandem with Journey. Talk about some creepy shit that happens when you're mated. For just a moment they move as one until Vesta pushes her long hair back from her face.
Amelia catches up to Duncan and there's a bit of a wave returned to those that greet them. She doesn't do anything to interrupt the goings on, she does find a place to stand off to the side with Duncan though and murmurs something to him in return.
Khaled listens to the terms with a slow exhale. By the look on the Child of Gaia's face, one could just about swear he was the one up on stage, complete with one fist curled at his side. Perhaps to ease off the tension or contain it, he crosses his arms in front of his chest. Athena's quick glance is given a quick smile he tries to make as encouraging as he can, but it flickers away into sober once she's turned back around. "...here we go." He mutters faintly only Quentin is likely to hear.
Zeppelin has been here and she has her messenger bag with her. If it has technology in it, she has it turned off out of respect. Her hazel eyes slide over the area and she starts to head towards Rhys, Khaled, Quentin sort of area. Mae too! In fact, she'll hug most of them as she finds a place to flop down. She will try to acquire a drink from Mae. Then the snacks come out. She pulls out the red vines first and then focuses on the challenge at hand.
Mae chuckles and nods her head approvingly. "That it does," she says a little too loudly. Knowing the Theurge, she had people been pre-gaming this event on the way over. She is only a spectator so she doesn't have many responsibilities right now. As snacks are passed around, she takes a large handful of the trailmix.
There's a little shift of Sebastien's weight at the announcement of those terms, but the challenge is as it is intended. It does, however, make him pull a long drink from the bottle in his hand. And then he's settled in to watching. Hopefully there will less... /Splash/... Than the last one.
Rhys spies Zeppelin as she moves in his general direction. There is a smile on his face as he watches her, and when she settles, he turns to look back at the stage and the challenge underway. When the drinks and snacks are passed his way, he pockets some of the snacks for later, though the beverage is indulged in. He looks over to Khaled and Quentin, nodding his head and offering a respectful nod before returning his attention to the challenge at hand.
As the Fury takes her own war form, there's no hesitation on the Fenrir's part. And while she hunkers down in a fashion not unlike she did the last time she was up on this stage, she makes no move to scrape her claws over the floor. Instead, Razor-Eater surges forward with a burst of momentum, raising up on her feet to deliver a vicious strike of her claws.
Seems she misjudged her spacing a bit, unfortunately. Though her claws sweep upward, opening thick coral pink gashes in Athena's abdomen, and impacting just briefly enough with the Fury's chin to open small wounds there, she's left herself overextended, with not *quite* enough room to pull back.
Quentin says softly, "She'll succeed... She doesn't know how to fail.." he reassures Khaled and then watches the challenge commence. Where they need to take this as serious as a fight to the death, Quentin watches with narrowed eyes, knowing that the spirits are also present and watching. He observes the encounter, placing her within the Umbra and fighting an opponent vastly more powerful. He says quietly, "She chose the Get because she knew that they were the strongest.. she takes this as though she weren't fighting an equal, but an opponent of far superior strength. She is a warrior to her core. Win or lose... I am honored to know her."
Zeppelin's greeting is met with a return of a hug, though he appears distant from the surroundings and focused more specifically on the fight. At the opening attack, Quentin's eyes widen, the energy of the battle is felt even there.
Journey pauses as he watches the opening of the combat, considering before eating some of the mix, just watching with a cool detatched interest and calm as the first blood comes.
Anticipating the attack, Lures-The-Beast seems to be more of a defensive brawler. Hunkering forward, she waits as her opponent rushes across the stage and in a blur of motion she jerks to one side, feeling the claws of the Get tear upwards through her. Blood splatters the ground upon her rich black fur, though she does not pause in her movements as she lunges in with both claws. She finds the opening she was searching for and gores deep as she takes her across the stomach and rips upwards. There is a snarl from within her throat as she finds her claws wet with blood, snapping at the air towards her muzzle with rage in her eyes.
Duncan reaches over to thump Khaled's knee with a fist lightly, as he settles down and loops an arm around Amelia's waist. He'll wait to make further introductions after, because at the moment his attention is mostly getting stolen by the two members of his own Auspice start trading blows and claws.
Khaled shoots Zeppelin a quick grin of greeting and a return hug, but the Galliard is almost wholly distracted by the fight. "Yeah, yeah." He mumbles in agreement with Quentin but far less eloquently. He fidgets with subtle motions like when a kid gets too involved in their video game, though Duncan's thump forces him to look a bit mollified and he tries to sit still.
As blood is spilled and lends its copper-rich aroma to the air, Rhys' shoulders tense and his nostrils flare. His chin lowers, his eyes turn hot as the effects of the fight stir his blood. Rhys' breathing is deep and slow as he struggles with that primal half of himself, his body tense and twitchy, his eyes locked on the combat below. A hand holding his drink is lifted, but it is lowered again when Athena scores her strike, his lips pulling back in a flash of teeth that is not exactly a grin.
Zeppelin is watching but mindful not to be too close to the action. Her eyes move across the crowd every so often for safety reasons. However, she's munching on her red vines as she watches. There is a wince to the hits but she doesn't make any noise.
That'll leave a mark.
For all that the blow looks like it hurts - *really* hurts - the Get Ahroun answers it with another open snarl, as if what is just shy of a straight-up disembowelment is little more than an insult. Given what she went through last time, the evidence of which is seen plainly on shoulders sporting gnarled black scar tissue, it might very well be.
And it doesn't go unanswered. Though a bit reckless the first time around, Razor-Eater uses the brief stumble backwards to brace herself for another strike, this one coming from above. Her clawed hand sweeps in a downward arc that anyone with a keen eye could see is right on point, what starts out looking like it could end badly instead skipping straight to flat-out devastating. Her claws dig in at Athena's collarbone first, and, feeling them catch, the Fenrir looses a growl, and *rips* them through pliant flesh with every ounce of strength she possesses. The Fury's collarbone shatters from the effort, the scrape or claws over ribs practically heard throughout the amphitheater, the blow ending at her abdomen and running deep enough that if so much as a single overextension is made, innards pushing through the deep fissures will become a very real threat.
Journey nods slightly, head tilted to the side at that blow, chewing as he watches the damage being delt out and taken as he continues to eat the trail mix.
It likely takes a very real effort for Khaled to keep his ass in his seat as Athena's bones break and blood pours but by sheer willpower he does, though his back is razor straight and jaws set in a clench that has to hurt. Is he breathing? Seems so, he's not turning blue, though under the blanch of Rage there may be just the faintest touch of green. It's just not a good color on his skin tone.
And then that happens... This fight isn't some choreograph performance. This is blood, claws, and Rage. With that, the sound of bones shattering and flesh being torn apart causes Quentin to take a step forward as though he were going to rush to the aid of Athena. His fists aren't clenched, instead his fingers are elongated as though they were claws. Swirling emotions flood his eyes as his lips curl upwards to reveal his teeth. He is focussed on what happens next, the concern of true life and limb exists here.
There isn't much time to celebrate her success in her attack as Lures-The-Beast rightens up to lunge forward again. She bobs to one side, jerks to the left and isn't quick enough to evade the attack that comes down across her. The snapping of bones, the tearing of flesh echoes through the room, followed by the loud howl of pain as her body hits the ground in a crumpled state. There is a sputtering wheeze as blood is coughed up, her entire body giving a visible twitching spasm as her claws scramble for the ground.
Sebastien winces at that last blow, and pulls once more from his bottle. His eyes stray to his tribemate, and he inhales sharply. He'd probably look much the same if it was Percy in this challenge, and not two people he didn't know particularly well.
Vesta remains more or less passive, but she's stopped eating. Blood and gore sorta removes the appetite. She tips her head to the side, watching carefully, eyes following every single movement
Duncan winces a bit at the bone-breaking hit, and perhaps feeling the tension of the garou beside him, reaches up to grab Khaled's shoulder tightly, leaning over to grumble at the man under his breath before straightening back up to lean against Amelia a bit.
Mae does not have much of a appetite either after watching all the blood and listening to the cracking of bones which would cause most people to wince, at the very least. She takes a deeper sip from her cup of moonshine.
Rhys's mouth opens in a low rumble of sound. When Quentin takes that step forward, Rhys puts a hand on his shoulder, a single squeeze and a murmured word to the other man. Rhys is tense as can be, but he is exerting his willpower to offer calm words to the Glasswalker.
Rhys mutters to Quentin, "She's... She can take... have to... strong... too."
Marcel watches the combat idly taking a sip inbetween exciting parts.
Razor-Eater takes a step back from her handiwork, her fingers flexing to prime her claws again, though there's no additional hits to come. She paces the stage slowly, waiting for the Fury to rise. When that doesn't happen immediately, she looses a short, impatient growl. ~And this,~ she snaps, ~is why Furies don't challenge Fenrir. It's a waste of our time, *and* our effort. Just give up, *now*, while you still have enough life left in you to speak.~ It's a hell of a lot more incendiary than the Ahroun's ever been known to be, giving some cue that this could just be shit-talking, but it sounds impulsive enough that it may very well have some sincerity to it.
Journey cocks his head to the side, still chewing on the trail mix and pausing to get into his satchel listeninf to the Fenrirs words as he brings out a waterbottle and takes a sip.
Mae leans in to Marcel and whispers quietly towards him.
Amelia gives a look over to Duncan when he moves a little and there's a bit of a nod to her fiance and a murmur to him. She then gives a look to her brother and there's a bit of worry there, but she trusts that he's not going to make anyone angry.
Marcel nods his head and responds to Mae in hushed tones.
There is a louder growl from Lures-The-Beast as her entire body trembles visibly in pain as she feels her life leaking out of her guts drop by drop. Clutching herself about the stomach, she pushes herself upwards to her legs, stumbling to one side as she feels her world spin. Her muzzle is bloody as she coughs up another gout, then spits it at the Get ~I ain't heard no bell, bitch. You may as well just kill me, because I ain't giving in. I'd rather be sent back home to my mother in glory than bellying up like some pup. I came here for a challenge. All you gave me was a papercut.~ She rightens herself upwards, removing her arm to reveal the vicious wound and bone. She coughs again and takes an aggressive stance. ~Come on.~ She snarls to her. ~Let's do this.~
Khaled glances aside to Duncan and almost looks calmed, but then Athena isn't getting up and Sandra is egging her on. He curls a lip in angry distaste, though as he sees the Fury rising up his mouth curls into a more triumphant but still tooth-filled grin. "Get her." He growls between his teeth, some of his poor color gone though not entirely. "Finish this."
Quentin does take a step back at Rhys' words. He nods once and as Lures the Beast gets to her feet, he grins ferally.
Duncan just sort of stares at Athena, setting his gaze as the Fury fights through her pain and blood.
Amelia murmurs to him and he nods and responds quietly to her, taking in a deep breath and letting it go while he works to keep himself chill while standing with the proto-pack types.
Marcel glances to Zeppelin, then to the tension of Rhys and Khaled. He motions to Mae almost barely noticable and moves to put himself inbetween Zeppelin and the rowdy boys, just in case.
Rhys eyes are rivetted on the fight below and when Athena shows such spirit, such fight, he throws back his head and howls his approval. It's with a human throat, but the passion is there all the same. His eyes burn like blue fire as he watches, his hands clenched in fists, tendons standing out in his forearms. "FIGHT! PROVE YOURSELF!"
Journey watches the Fury pulling herself up to try for a second wind and takes another drink of water, watching with some interest, looking on to catch the rest of the challenge.
Mae follows Marcel in silence. Drinking forgotten for now. Not much the Theurge can do against an Ahroun but she assists with her tribemate regardless.
Zeppelin watches the combat but she does glance towards Rhys and Khaled. Her eyes move between them, then to Quentin. Then to Mae and Marcel moving. She chews a little slower on the red vines and shifts her weight. It's clear that she's ready to bolt if and when needed.
Quentin takes a step to the side and then kneels beside Zeppelin. He continues to watch the challenge, though his focus shifts a little towards Zeppelin's presence. He pats her once on the shoulder, assuring her that she's safe. He goes quiet and still from here.
Marcel offers a reassuring smile to Zeppelin and then takes a drink from his flask and watches both the group and the fight.
Razor-Eater snorts, apparently deaf to the fact that she's the bad guy of this particular cinematic moment. She certainly plays the part, though, answering Athena's taunts with a sharp swipe across the Fury's muzzle as if in outright rebuke, the fissures opened up not nearly as deep as the other wounds delivered, but the impact is meant to be jarring enough to throw things off-course. ~Don't embarrass yourself,~ she barks back, openly taunting. ~If you and the rest of your sisters spent less time complaining, and more time *fighting*, you might have lasted far longer than this.~ She snorts, and spits on the floor between them. ~Sit back down with your packmates. Don't make this any worse than it has to be.~
Amelia squeezes her eyes shut for just a second and then gives a look to Rhys and the others. She was just making sure that they are doing alright. She doesn't move from her spot next to Duncan. She just sits there and tries to breathe easily with all the blood spilling.
Duncan tucks his hand in close around Amelia's waist and nods at her, offering something more to her before lifting his voice up to growl at the fighting Fury, "Make her choke on it!"
Unlike those around her, Mae remains largely silent and watchful, even though her attention does drift occasionally.
The taunting makes Sebastien huff just a little, but that is the most he's going to say about the matter. No, he has drinking to do, and he's mostly just glad that the Fury got up at all.
Zeppelin looks up as Quentin touches her. There is an uncertain look and then she offers him a red vine. For the most part, she's watching and engaged, but she's also hyper alert to were the 'rou are.
Rhys's eyes dart to Duncan as he joins in on the cheering encouragement to Athena and sees his arm around Amelia. That seems to resonate something within Rhys and his eyes shift around, looking for, ah, there is Zeppelin, and there are several protective bodies around her. A brow lifts as Rhys seeks to meet Zeppelin's eyes. If successful he chins towards her, a silent query or an invitation. One or the other.
Marcel nudges Mae lightly and murmrs softly to her
Journey watches the fight, only glancing briefly over toward Sebastiens direction for a moment before looking back to the combat. More water sipped, but the trail mix seems done for now.
Mae shrugs her shoulders a little before replying to Marcel. She then folds her arms across her chest.
The head of Lures-The-Beast jerks to one side from the strike and with her good arm she throws one in return back at her with a burst of speed, followed by a snapping at her jaws towards her. She moves forward with her bleeding bulk, followed by another quick reflex of claws.
Quentin shakes his head to the red vine but offers a small smile of gratitude for the gesture. He continues to watch the challenge, continues to watch Lures the Beast bleed and suffer... but he watches her continue to fight, not giving up. His breath is caught in his throat for now.
Zeppelin looks up at Rhys and gives a bright smile. She will indicate he can join her, but if he's allowed to by the others is out of her control. She watches Quentin and then the challenge again. She has stopped eating though.
Razor-Eater takes a smooth step out of the way of those snapping teeth, hand lashing out to catch hold of Lures' wrist soon after, the Fury shoved back a couple steps. There's no more incoming claw strikes from the larger of the two crinos on stage. ~What's it going to take to get you to realize that this is over?~ she says, adopting not the taunting voice she had before, but the authoritative one. Seems she wants this question answered.
Once he's received that smile from Zeppelin, Rhys is looking back to the fight. Something within him is calmer, more centered, but he is still clearly engaged in watching the combat. When Razor-Eater poses that question, Rhys shakes his head. "You can do this, Lures, be the spider!"
Khaled continues to sit on the edge of his seat. He's probably barely even able to be considered sitting at this point. There's a thin growl that escapes from the Galliard as he looks from Athena to Sandra and his hands flex at his sides as if he were stretching his own claws. There's none to be seen though.
~I'm not going to stop and I'm not going to give up until you either knock me out or you kill me. The Wyrm wouldn't ask me to surrender and I'm not expecting a Get to either.~ Lures-The-Beast growls to her. ~I am a warrior. Warriors do not quit. If I give up now in front of my Sept, then it shows that I am weak. I'm not weak! I am strong like mountain!~ She howls back at her, baring her teeth in challenge. She looks to be in incredible pain as she barely holds herself upright on her feet. ~I barely feel the cold.~ Her ears prick upwards.
Quentin gets to his feet, standing from Zeppelin's place and moving back to stand beside Khaled. He crosses his arms as he continues to watch the challenge commence. As Lures the Beast retaliates with her words and her courage, Quentin shouts, "Never surrender! Lures the Beast will fight until the end!"
Journey watches as he sips some more water, taking in the developments in the challenge. He is still just watching though the rest of the crowd gets a look as well.
Marcel watches silently with Mae
~Then *show me*,~ Razor-Eater barks at her, claws extended, teeth bared. ~*Show me* your worth. No more talk, no more half-hearted attacks. Give it your all, or get the fuck off the stage.~
It doesn't seem that Lures The Beast is going to let her finish that sentence. The Fury pushes off her hind leg, throwing her entire weight into a strike as she swings outwards in an attempt to rip the head off the other. She snarls loudly in ferocity despite her body fighting back at her to quit, to just lay down and die.
Journey watches the exchange return t violence as Lures makes another go at winning and he leans back where he's seated, watching the flurry of activity.
Duncan mutters under his breath as Athena manages another lunge, "That's definitely going to leave a scar worth talking about..." He glances over at Amelia, then Rhys and Quentin and Khaled, just checking on the other faces close by before regluing his gaze back to the battered Fury.
Razor-Eater doesn't let herself hesitate; she bypasses the hit to collide heavily with Lures-the-Beast, the intent to up-end her-- not nearly as vicious as it probably should be. True, the Fury ends up flat on her back, and true, she's got a massive Get hunched over her in the aftermath, but save for a hand pressed lightly against her sternum, mindful of the wounds there, there is no forthcoming assault.
Just a low growl that's lost its aggression, save the touch of it that still exists on the sheer basis of blood shed, and wounds received. ~That's enough, sister,~ is said simply. ~That's all I needed to see.~ She raises up, then, one hand extending to her opponent-- be it to lift, or simply to clasp hands in acknowledgement, it doesn't seem to matter. The poor girl's got her guts to worry about! ~And all you needed to do to prove you're worthy of the rank.~ Her chin raises, ears pricked. ~Lures-the-Beast-yuf. From here on out, you'll be known as Fostern to this sept, and the Garou Nation as a whole. Now try to get that mess fixed up before you need it resected.~
That said, Razor-Eater raises a hand, and gestures to the crowd. ~Healer!~ she says. ~On stage.~
With the clumsy, delirious attack turned around to lay her flat out on her back, Lures-The-Beast waits in anticipation for her death to come, jerking her chin upwards proudly into the face of the Get. She counts the last seconds of her life, right up until she speaks. Her ears give another perk and the fight in her finally leaves, letting out a slow, raspy and coughing breath. ~Thank you Razor Eater Yuf.~ She says as she reaches out to take her arm to get helped hauled up, though she quickly stumbles down to one knee.
Rhys throws his head back for another howl, this one joyous as Athena's rank is won. It's long and filled with all the battle-heat firing his blood, releasing much of his built up tension. When it ends, he is smiling widely. "Well won, Lures-The-Beast-rhya!"
Quentin's form blurs, snaps, and explodes as he shifts instantaneously into his Crinos Form. He snarls as drool drips from his maw. Tilting his head back, Zero-Dawn shrieks a long howl. <<Lures-the-Beast-Rhya is now our Fostern! Honor to Gaia! Honor to the Sept! Honor to the Challenged!>> Afterwards, he begins to stomp towards the Athena and Sandra, his body slowly snapping and twisting back to his homid form. He moves, in human form, to assist in any way he can with the healing process.
Razor-Eater is quick to try and catch the Fury, though she'll step out of the way in favor of letting someone else (probably someone more familiar) provide that assistance. Otherwise, she'll remain as support for as long as needed. ~You earned it,~ she says. ~This was just performance art.~ There's something of a smile to the crinos features, though her own hand is drifting somewhat to her abdomen. ~Like you said. Just a papercut.~
Amelia lets out a breath win the fight comes to an end. She was worried there for a minute. She jumps a little when Rhys howls and there's a bit of a mutter to herself before she loos to Duncan to see how he is doing or how he's going to respond. When everyone else starts cheering, she gives a bit of applause given she can't shift and howl.
Yep... The moment Quentin goes Crinos, Zeppelin grabs her bag and is out of there like a mo-fo. She doesn't fully leave yet, but she's right on the edge of fleeing. It's not fear, it's self-preservation.
There's a moment where Sebastien nearly gets out of his seat at that call. It really /has/ become a habit. But he sits himself back down with a nod to himself. Instead, he lifts the bottle in silent congratulations and then drinks, letting others see to the healing of Athena. There is a moment, though, where he trys to catch Razor-Eater's eye in silent offer.
Zoom! Khaled was sitting there but then he's on stage. It doesn't take him long to finally put into motion all of that pent up energy he'd been storing in that super squat of his. Luckily he doesn't run anyone over in the process. Quentin's got him beat though on those Crinos legs and so the Galliard is left wedging himself in with Fury and Walker to ready his own talents as backup. "...right, don't give me a heart attack like that again, got it?" He says with a grin to Athena.
Journey nods as the challenge comes to a conclusion and he smiles as the Cliath becomes one of the Fostern. He nods in a silent approval and just takes another drink of water, watching the rest of the crowd.
Duncan grins to himself when the Get announces the fight is over and that Athena has won her rank. He stands up a little straighter, and while he doesn't explode into the war wolf, the man does definitely lean his head back to howl his own approval and yell at the wounded Fury, "At least we all know you have guts now...we've seen them!"
~I've had pimples I've popped hurt more than this.~ Lures-The-Beast coughs out another wad of blood again as her body begins to topple as she sinks to the other knee. She clutches at her stomach tightly, trembling as she feels the company of her packmates coming to her aid. ~... I think I'm dying.~ She hacks out again, trying her best to show some humor despite the fact her guts and some bone are showing through.
Rhys looks over to Zeppelin when she darts away. He looks to Quentin and then moves to follow after Zeppelin, leaning over to murmur to the tiny redhead. He mutters to Zeppelin, "You don't... you,... Blood... hot,... had my... and... anyone bring you... Not... look..."
Quentin moves quickly to apply pressure to her wounds. Her blood washes over his hands as he says, "Nah. Have faith in Gaia's gifts, Lures-the-Beast-Rhya.. She will see you to your strength once more. You've brought honor to us all.." he looks to Khaled, nodding to him in letting him know to do his thing.
As it happens, as Razor-Eater takes a further step back to accommodate for the packmembers, ~Suck it up,~ offered with a note of dry humor of her own, she does take a moment to glance around for Sebastien, reasoning (correctly) that two healers on the job is probably better than one. She gestures for him in response to the look he gives, letting out a slow breath, a slight tremble appearing in her own shoulders. That hit wasn't nothin'! And blood is still pouring down her abdomen, having worked its way in a wash down her thighs.
Zeppelin looks up towards Rhys and offers a smile before she offers her own low comment to him. Zeppelin mutters to Rhys, "I'm okay.... actually fearful, fearful... any Garou goes Crinos... get... as far... from... less... war form, but... you."
Duncan doesnt attempt to crowd in and get in the way of the healers, since they seem to have the matter in hand, though he's still critically watching the status of Athena. He shoots a glance at Amelia and leans in closer to ask her a question under the other celebratory voices going on.
Sebastien stands then, making his way down to the stage with a small smile. "We should stop meeting like this." He jests to the other Ahroun, and reaches to put one hand on her shoulder, and hovers his hand over the gash into her side. As he's done before, there is a prayer offered to Gaia, and to Unicorn, entirely in French. It seems someone was listening today, too, because... Well, that knits up like it never was. Sebastien nods a little when it's done, and smiles again. "Well fought, Rhya." Is the most he says after, and then glances to see how the Fury and her pack are fairing.
Rhys nods to the words of the kinfolk and lifts a hand to rest lightly on her shoulder. It's a brief touch, though his hand then slides down her arm before letting go entirely. He mutters to Zeppelin, "... smart... you... of things you've got..."
As her wounds begin to knit together, Lures-The-Beast lets out a ragged breath, one of relief as she pushes up to her full height. She pokes at the raw wound still upon her, noticing a large scar now traveling along her chest to stomach. Ears perking a bit, she lets out a soft sigh. "Wasn't planning on going on a date anytime soon as it is." She grunts out when she shifts down into the glabro form. Her sweats are soaked in blood. She looks like she just got off the set of a horror film. "Thank you all for the support." She says to her Septmates. "And for the fight. I will get you next time on our rematch."
Razor-Eater lets out a light chuff as if to laugh at the comment, and grits her teeth only briefly as the hand gets near her wounds. She isn't being doused in dyes this time around, so there's that! All that's left is to deal with that god-awful itch this little ability always seems to elicit in her. ~Thank you,~ she rumbles gently, lighting running a clawed hand over the cleared-up, albeit still bloodied fur of her abdomen. ~For the healing,~ she amends-- then, with that same note of humor, ~and for stating the obvious,~ the fight -as it had last time - apparently making her a bit more punchy than usual. Imagine that! She raises her head to Athena, then, head tilting in acknowledgement. ~Looking forward to it,~ she says.
Amelia gives a look to Duncan when he leans in to ask her that question and she leans in to whisper to him, but her head doesn't give a yes or a no answer for the others to see.
It seems Sebastien is in good enough humor for the jab, as it gets him to laugh lightly and shake his head. "As you say, Rhya." He says, only quipping a little, and then steps away to let people clean up. Back to his seat he goes to fold up this blanket and cork this bottle.
Duncan lifts his hand to scritch lightly across Amelia's back and draws her forward with him, to walk her up to Athena and Khaled and Quentin and Rhys and the others. He addresses Athena with a low voice, "That was an excellent fight, rhya..."
Journey caps the waterbottle and chuckles, looking to Vesta and nodding as they rise and startdown the seatng area, watching as the group congratulates the new Fostern.
Amelia moves when Duncan starts forward, not really sure if she should be getting in the middle of things. She gives a look to her brother as they join the small crowd and there's a small smile to him.
Athena flickers a smile to Duncan. "Thank you. I'm exhausted though. I have not been hit like that in awhile. I knew what I would go up against though." She gives another poke at her wounds that have begun to scab over thanks to the healing. "I appreciate all of your confidence and being here to support me. It means a lot."
Khaled gives Athena's less brutalized shoulder a thump - though not a very hard one - once his own healing of her is complete. Finally the Galliard can grin and he takes to his Crinos form, respendid in plush golden bronze fur that all but shines with the pure beatific breeding of his tribe. When he throws his head back, his voice all but booms with the supernatural augmentation of a gift to carry his howl far and wide. The pride in his voice is an almost physical thing, swelling in the air like the phantom blast of a bonfire and the white-hot rush of adrenaline. ~There's a new bad ass in town! Her name is Lures The Beast To His Death, she who Defies Death's Call, Fostern of the Nation, unyielding warrior of Pegasus's great daughters! Hear her howl and be afraid!~
