'Cause I'm a l[o]st cause {open, sparring match gone wrong}

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Sure, I'll spar with you." Night would offer, drawing to a halt by the unfamiliar individual. He didn't believe that he had met her before, but he could still practice a few things with her - in the hopes that Demios wouldn't make an uninvited appearance.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The serval offered a slight smirk, alongside a nod. "Well, seeing as you offered." It'd be a little rude for him to bide his time, and tell her to go first. He had never believed in the whole 'ladies first' thing, anyway. The male would lunge forward, aiming for the right upon immediate assumption, before feinting, and drawing to the left, aiming to pivot and kick his limb into her ribcage, in hopes of having her stagger.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]He had probably assumed too much - he had expected for, if he had been able to hammer her ribcage, she'd stagger, leaving him the opportunity to land a follow-up attack.. But, it seemed as if she had been unhinged by that blow, leaving him somewhat open and unprepared for the paw coming towards his chest, slamming against his flesh and layers of muscle, sending his lean form skidding a distance back, dust drawn from how hard his paws had gripped the earth beneath him.

"I think I underestimated-" He had begun, but cut himself off, as another voice interrupted his thought process. Great.. Demios being back meant that.. He'd have to keep himself from doing something unnecessary, with increased caution.

The male sunk his teeth into the inside of his left cheek, sprinting forward and attempting to slam his metacarpal into the other's ankle, and cause her to tip over slightly. If such was successful, he'd attempt to raise his palm and knock it against her chin, bringing her skull back in an attempted uppercut.

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Huh, it seemed as if he had managed to get her bleeding. For a moment, though, he had assumed that she wished to draw the spar to a halt, seeing the blood oozing from her jaw.. But, she was yet to back down. He paused for a moment, biding his time, counting down the seconds until Demios would, unfortunately, take over.. It would eventually come to a point where he wouldn't be able to fight back, simply because he just, wouldn't allow it. He knew that if he allowed himself to slip, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Which was probably the sole reason as to why he was allowing this to happen, now.

He couldn't quite call for her to stop, seeing as he'd have no possible explanation for it, unless he happened to reveal his chain.. But, it wasn't too long until he was locked into a single position, and felt his skull being thrashed into by the person he had supposed to have been paying attention to.

'Just do it.. Just give in.. Let me.. Let me eat her up, dearie.'

No. He wouldn't allow that. Therefore, maybe that was why he took the punches. He was alright with that, because whilst he was pretty sure that his vision had gradually blackened, he was well aware of the consequences that came with succumbing to what he.. really shouldn't do.

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When Frightfur limped up, he felt at home. Ah, even more injured people. Only, that wasn't a good thing his adopted daughter was berserk and Nighttales...well he could take it surely. "Hey! Cool it, will ya, Electra!" with that he turned shakily to Penelope,"Ya, don' worry. Dimitri is a healer, so they should be in good hands..." He still couldn't believe the damage they'd done to each other. It was just a spar, he hoped no on had gotten to touchy and really went beating up on each other. But, Electra seemed really violent for some reason and Night was different in a way, too. Yet, he could shrug off their wounds. They weren't in critical conditions from what he could tell.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Oh shit, fuck.. He had spent a little too much time on the ground. Maybe he really should have neglected the idea of holding back. The male blinked - blinding light flooding his vision, until he was able to make out three solitary figures. It took a moment for him to process anything, having had his skull knock off the ground with each of her punches, but he sat up nevertheless, wiping the blood from beneath his eyes, and coughing it from his throat and onto his palm.

"Fuck.." He'd mutter to himself, slightly, before blinking at Penelope, and offering a slight, though terribly exhausted smirk. "Yeah I.. I'm fine. I'm not dead, don't worry about it." The serval hadn't meant to get anyone worried, that was for sure, but he certain hadn't expected to get pinned and hammered into. "My head just hurts a bit. It'll be fine." Night reassured, though his forehead now rested in his bloodied right fore-paw, as he tried to recollect his co-ordination.

/ just lots of cuts and bruises really!

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Frightfur glanced worriedly in Electra's direction for a moment before he exhaled a heavy breath. It seemed she had snapped out of...something. He wasn't too worried though, her fighting skills (at least the little he'd seen) were something he could be proud of. "Okay, good. Fight is over. Just, uh, settle down now," he said as he watched Night rise. Great, he was fine, too, just battered. With painfully slow and struggling movements, the serval stopped by the Lt. Commander's side. He conjured and held out a brightly colored green plant to him. Then, deciding not to hold it, placed down beside him before retreating. "That's peppermint. It'll help with relaxing nerves. What happened out out there? Was there a disagreement?" he asked from a short distance away, relaying the small thing he knew about any sort of remedy. He'd like to help with his daughter but it seemed Dimitri was on top of that, quite literally.

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