Ahura vs Mallory Reynolds

*Mallory Reynolds had come in her proper attire, so she was ready already, gambeson, pauldrons, and the trio of blades, one regular arming sword and two shorter imported French Falchions. "If you insist~" She murmured, squaring up, clipping her mask across her face and ensuring everything was nicely cinched up. At least she ran little risk of being stoved in two with a trident. "On your word, or Bones, if he returns."

*Bones the Sergal comes out, blood covered but wiping his hands. "She's asleep." He steps into the ring quickly between the two. "Alright, don't cut anything off of each other. You two ready? Begin!" He steps back away from the two as he ref's the fight.

*Ahura she was not used to these weapons but she'd make due. She watches as Bones comes out and then looks at Mallory. "Your blood is going to be on him next." She smiles, "Then maybe he'll have you one of his finally." She was going to make the first move, going right for the gut, holding the trident at about halfway down the pole, to give the thrust of the trident a strong impact.

Ahura rolls 1d20: 8
Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 20

*Mallory Reynolds gave a curt nod to Bones as he gave the go ahead, turning back to Ahura when she spoke, a bit of a grin just barely visible from under her mask. "Good thing this isnt permanent, Id hate to kill one of Zillas offspring." She quipped, pulling the arming sword from its sheath. She hadnt much time however, as shortly enough Ahura lunged with the long reaching tine weapon. Small and fleet of feet, the mutt jumped and rolled to the right, grunting under the impact as she came to her feet almost side on to the towering jackal, taking a ramming thrust towards her midsection, angling upwards to try and slink between the segmented plates that allowed range of motion.

Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 11
Ahura rolls 1d20: 20

*Ahura one good thing about not having giant sword to swing around was weight difference in her movements. Her lunging attack being dodged she would tilt down her trident and swipe sending the blade aside from her and deflecting it. In her full spin she'd try to throw the net on her trying to get those hooks into the fabric of her clothing.

Ahura rolls 1d20: 7
Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 7

Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 19
Ahura rolls 1d20: 12

*Mallory Reynolds grunted loudly at the impact against her sword, but she followed it rather than fight it, swooping herself forwards with the sword rather than risk dropping it. She had the two alternative blades but still. The act didn’t put her in good odds to make an immediate strike once more, but it did keep her from being drug into the net. A hasty swipe aimed at the casting arm was all she could manage withher footing off as it was, angling it at the last moment to flay rather than cleave.

Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 13
Ahura rolls 1d20: 3

*Ahura her outstretched arm, being exposed, was sliced into causing her to withdraw as someone touching something hot, her jerking motion sending the spraying back around the arena, her left arm laid open. She snarls out and cradled up against her stomach as she almost regrets not using the sword sticking out of the ground she left, She wouldn't back down though, and would stab down at Mallory's foot, trying to pin her to the ground by the foot.

Ahura rolls 1d20: 6
Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 1

*Mallory Reynolds bore a strikingly confident grin and stature while the jackal recoiled from her strike, the quarters were still tight knit, opting to try and keep the rather unwieldy trident from being used properly. In doing so she set herself up for a rather horrid surprise. She’d do well to consider better boots in the future as the cured leather did very little to stop the time from punching right into the meat of her foot, it’s twin brethren effectively trapping her in spot. A loud yowl of pain and surprise escaped her and while she made a grab for the weapon Ahuras weight was still on it; she wasn’t going to be able to do much as make it budge.

Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 9
 Ahura rolls 1d20: 7

*Ahura deciding against pinning her down, she pulled the trident back, giving the mutt a place to step back, and instead of giving her that, she'd do more of at trick, dirty fighting wasn't something she was against so she'd take the trident and, stab it right down at the other foot, going to disable her all together, two useless feet would make it much harder to stand.

Ahura rolls 1d20: 20
Mallory Reynolds rolls 1d20: 6

*Mallory Reynolds drug her foot back from the strike but she was in no way quick enough now to disengage. Having always depended on being light of foot it left the diminutive canine in a bad way. There things got worse however, and once more the trident struck, pinning her other foot to the floor just as it had the previous. A noise somewhere between pain and abject rage bellowed from her throat as she practically toppled over, shrieking as he motion kind of, well, gored her foot all the more whilst tearing free from around the time. Scrabbling back in a dragging motion on her elbows leaving a twined trail of bloody drag marks.

*Ahura picks up the trident and grins as she walks around in a circle. "On your knees!" She holds the trident, pointed at Mallory like she's trying to corral her into a position, knowing she had the distance with the trident that Mallory couldn't get without throwing her weapons at the moment. She wasn't going to take her down, wanting to see what Mallory would do at this moment. "Toss your weapons aside"

*Mallory Reynolds snarled up in rankling hatred; what a dirty move. She knew all too well she hadn’t the range- and nothing she bore really took to being thrown, the arming sword was too long and heat and the Falchions weren’t balanced in such a way to favor a good strike. She watched Ahura circle with twinned glimmers of red hot coals in her glare. She had her though; no way around that. She took the hem of her belted strapping, yanked it free and tossed the sheathed blades away, standing to her knees with help of the longer blade to pull herself up on.

*Ahura shakes her head "I'm not stupid, toss that blade away, you can sit back on your heels or be on all fours. Drop that blade before I run you through with this thing." She kept distance away, seeming to play with Mallory's anger. She walks over and picked up up the belt, and draped it over her blade. "Don't worry, I'm not keeping them. Just getting them out of reach from you." She stays back now as if she's getting ready to throw the trident into the blue dog. "Give up, or try to stand and fight!"

*Mallory Reynolds was absolutely livid, and she had no course of action to handle here. Being crippled made most of her tricks useless as she needed her swiftness. She couldn’t make a spring with her feet in ruins, nor did she have the time to try with that hulking trident cocked back and ready to be thrown into her. With a final sigh of somewhat contained rage she sat back in her haunches and tossed the blade away.

*Ahura grins and stabs the trident into the ground, and walks to pick up the blade. Moving back behind Mallory and she grabs a hand full of the girls hair forcing her to bend her head aside. "You know, you said something about killing one of my mothers daughters?" She'd bring the blade stabbing downwards, into the area behind her collar bone, down into her chest cavity, pushing the blade down to the hilt.

*Mallory Reynolds wasn’t exactly certain where Ahura was headed with this; but she snarled and growled the whole while. Knowing full well the jackal had her own damn sword in hand meant she had someone unpleasant in the works to say the least. The snarling abruptly ended with a wheezing yell, after a few squabbling moments at the exposed hilt the mutt ended up stilling rapidly, slumped into an oddly straight backed position due to the blade buried down into chest and guts.

*Ahura rips the blade up and out of her, running her hand down the flat of the blade, and puts a bloodied paw print on her face as she lets Mallory fall over and she carries the blade over to the pile she has now and just drops them all together, picking her sword up. "That was fun." She looks at Mallory. "Take care of her, don't fuck her when she's out, I mean I bet she'd love that though." She grins and walks out of the arena, her arm and foot healing up rapidly. She walks towards the bath house licking her palm clean as she did.

*Bones the Sergal winces "Dammit.." He looks at Ahura and walks over, to Mallory and checks her wounds, her pulse and breathing. He shakes his head as he picks her up like he did Dominika and carries her out, heading towards the infirmary with her as well.