Fight Night!

Her words, and the subsequent bop to the head, drew a quiet laugh from Mistyfalcon. "Come on, now that we're done they have no excuse to sit and watch." Shaking out his pelt, he lightly pressed against Murkystar's side before retreating to sit nearer to the edge of the gathered Shadowclanners.

Cicadashriek had been excited for a tournament like this. It was a safe way to prove himself, not that he would have minded danger. However, after hearing Nightstalker was his opponent, he felt his anticipation skyrocket. He glanced over, following the signature black pelt of his companion until they had a space to themselves. He was determined to tie the score this time.

"Hah! Yeah right! Like I would let you win twice in a row!" He scoffed, a grin stretching across his features. He moved quickly, trying to catch the cat off guard as he suddenly launched himself forward, attempting to barrel the cat over without truly hurting him either. Nightstalker had proved to be a squirrely thing in their previous fight, his usual brute-force tactic didn't work on someone like him. He would have to pin them as soon as he could. Nightstalker couldn't use his agility if he was on the floor.

Cicadashriek used Jumping Strike, costing 7SP and dealing 8 Damage (+3 from first attack with Jumping strike and +1 from Night Finesse)!

Cicadashriek:
40/40 HP
93/100 SP (-7)

Nightstalker:
28/40 (-12)
100/100

Nightstalker braced himself when he realized it was too late to evade or go for the first blow as Cicadashriek had wasted no time in trying to settle the score. Rolling with the jump, Nightstalker felt his shoulders and neck push into the ground as Cicadashriek's weight and momentum squashed him. Coiling his back legs, Nightstalker found that his opponent's belly laid unprotected, and that's an advantage Nightstalker wasted no time taking. Nightstalker slammed his back legs into the bigger toms belly, his paws latching onto the tortie's shoulders to keep him in place as he wailed on his soft belly before kicking him off with a harumph.

"It sure seems like you plan to let me win again." Nightstalker goaded, preparing himself for the next strike.

Nightstalker used Belly Rake! Dealing 15 damage (+1 Night Finesse) and costing 25 SP

Nightstalker:
28/40
75/100

Cicadashriek:
24/40 HP
93/100 SP

The member 'Grey' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 4

All the satisfaction he got from watching Nightstalker crumple beneath him was taken away when he felt a harsh strike to his stomach. He wheezed, trying to back up only to realize he was held in place. Sneaky bugger could still win on the ground, how?! Each kick knocked whatever breath he could muster out of his lungs, making him dazed enough to knock away. The tortoiseshell stumbled, but managed to keep on his paws despite the instinct to scrunch and cradle the pain in his abdomen.

"Pfft, as if your scrawny legs did anything." He huffed, allowing himself a single glance towards the higher-ups. This wasn't the light fight they had in the marshes when they were apprentices. Cats were watching, cats he desperately had to prove himself to. He leaped forward once more, this time properly pinning the tom as to not make the same mistake as before. "I'm not losing here." His declaration was low, clearly not meant for the others to hear as his paws battered at the dark warrior. Surely Nightstalker would understand.

Cicadashriek used Leap and Hold, costing 15 SP and dealing 8 Damage (+1 for Night Finese)! Nightstalker is pinned for 2 Rounds!

Cicadashriek:
24/40 HP
78/100 SP (-15)

Nightstalker: Pinned (1/2)
19/40 HP
75/100 SP

The member 'MediocreCrisis' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Nightstalker could almost feel sympathy for Cicadashriek, for they both had the same weight on their shoulders, but that meant both had the equal need to prove themselves. But perhaps, if Cicadashriek proved he could beat Nightstalker into the dirt, would that really win him anything? He knew that the tortoiseshell was seen the same way, so no matter how this battle went, one would be seen as the lesser, or the more 'Burningwing.' Would this match-up really do anything for either of them, socially? They were both just Burningwings apprentices to Shadowclan anyways. Nightstalker shrugged away his conflicts as he hardened his resolve. If Nightstalker won, and those in Shadowclan somehow thought less of him for it? So be it... as long as Cicadashriek was not seen lesser either.

The young tom grunted as Cicadashriek landed square on his back, teeth digging into his scruff as he was pushed back into the dirt. No matter what he seemed to do, he was stuck, even when trying to roll over onto his paws.

Nightstalker attempted to use Duck and Twist, and failed! Dealing 4(+1) damage and costing 5 SP!

Nightstalker: Pinned (1/2)
19/40 HP
70/100 SP

Cicadashriek:
19/40 HP
78/100 SP

The member 'Grey' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Marshmallow watched the two toms fight. The last battle had gone as expected, but she didn't really have an idea on who would win this one. Maybe Cicadashriek? He had been training for longer. But Nightstalker seemed confident. Her heterochromatic gaze had a glint of curiosity. She spotted Swiftheart and sat down next to her. "Who do you think is gonna win? You're probably gonna say your brother, but I think they're pretty evenly matched." Her black and white tail flicked with the wind and she licked her paw and pushed it over her head.

He felt the tom struggle beneath him and only tightened his grip in response. Cicadashriek wasn't going to let Nightstalker weasel his way out of this one, though he had to admit he wouldn't be able to hold for much longer if the other kept this up. But he had them down now, so now was the time to do damage. He pulled at the tom's scruff, his paws continuing to batter when they weren't used to support his bulky frame.

Cicadashriek used Leap and Hold, costing 15 SP and dealing 8 Damage (+1 for Night Finese)!

Cicadashriek:
14/40 HP (-5)
63/100 SP (-15)

Nightstalker: Pinned (2/2)
10/40 HP (-9)
70/100 SP

Swiftheart nodded as Marshmellow sat down next to her. Yeah They are really evenly matched she agreed.

She kept watching the fight, Cicadashriek kept taking the fight to the ground and pinning her brother. An interesting idea to not let him maneuver around so much as he liked to do.

But I do think my brother will win this she gave her answer.

Its gonna be really close though honestly she said leaning in to see the fight even better.

Murkystar purred her agreement, pressing against him in return as they retreated towards the edge of the clearing to watch. Another win for her, but she truly just enjoyed sparring with her love. As another spar started, she watched with interest. Nightstalker and Cicadashriek, both fairly new warriors, both trained by the same mentor. She was curious who would win, and silently hoped that her son would be the victor, even if she wouldn't say it out loud. She turned to gently groom Mistyfalcon's pelt, erasing the marks of their spar as she watched,

Nightstalker was still writhing under Cicadashriek, he could feel his grip and balance slipping by the moment. Cicadashriek had played smart this time, having learned quickly from their spar, but there was still a chance, a small chance, that he could still win this. He prayed to Starclan that he could. When Cicadashriek's grip loosened enough, Nightstalker tossed his attacker off, but the effort to throw the bulkier tom off exhausted him.

Nightstalker is no longer stunned

Even as Nightstalker kicked him off once more, arrogance was starting to cloud his vision. He was winning and he couldn't help but take a to rub it in and feed his own starving ego. He tossed a limp strike at Nightstalker's muzzle, his tail flicking in playful mockery. "Would you like to surrender now or would you like to dance a little longer. You'll still lose, but I like to give my opponents options."

Cicadashriek used Front Paw Blow, costing 5 SP and dealing 6 Damage (+1)

Cicadashriek:
14/40 HP
58/100 SP (-5)

Nightstalker:
3/40 HP (-7)
70/100 SP

Nightstalker expected the hit to hurt a bit more, so when he didn't and Cicadashriek started mocking him, the young tom rolled his eyes. But he said nothing, the mockery and over-confidence would end him in due time. Charging over, Nightstalker reared to his full height and brought down his paws against Cicadashriek, an endless barrage of claw swiping as he advanced on him. Finally, he could let loose a bit without getting tossed into the dirt!

Nightstalker used Desperate blows + Front Paw Strike + Night Finesse dealing 14 damage and 7 sp. Cicadashriek is KO'd

Nightstalker:
3/40 HP
63/100 SP

Cicadashriek:
0/40 HP
58/100 SP


And just like that, it was done. Nightstalker had won his fight by the skin of his teeth, but he had once more proven himself superior. "And with that, Nightstalker two, Cicadashriek zero. Nice try." It was his turn to goad, but he was not so involved in himself that he wouldn't offer his paw.