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The front line has moved out, Edelgard among them. From his place at the back, Hubert watches her and waits for his chance to clean up the leftovers. Pick off those who manage to escape from their battles by the skin of their teeth. A the crack of underbrush, barely audible over the din of battle, narrows his eyes and his focus shifts. Carefully honed senses pick up the presence of someone with the gall to make a rear attack and energy gathers quickly into his palm.

Leaves rustle, branches snap. A cry rends the area.

Dodge: 15, success | HP: 1/1

The shout gives the other student’s location away. Hubert pivots on his heel and steps to the left, out of the way of the falling sword (not even a real one, he realizes, but one of those made of wood from the training hall).

“Pathetic.”

Darkness grows from Leif’s shadow a split second before he hits the ground, deep purple sludge rising to snag at anything organic and pull it down into toxic mud.

DODGE: ROLL 8 - FAIL ½ HP REMAINING

She’s taken up a defensive position on the battlefield, eyes flitting from person to person, lips pressed thin in concentration. She’s grown dull–glancing over the brush without a second thought, far more focused on the potential foes before her. It’s not until too late that she hears the snap of a bowstring, an arrow sailing towards her as she turns, the head piercing the flesh of her thigh. With a hiss, she broke off the shaft, tossing it to the side as she advanced on Claude.

She’d dealt with worse–even with the slight limp in her step, this wouldn’t be enough to stop her, sword ready to strike as she moved through the brush. Without warning, Lucina lunges, quick as a viper, closing the distance between them with ease.

To tell the truth, it actually wasn’t Hubert’s first quip that ruffled Ferdinand’s feathers, so to speak – the loss against the mage girl had stung, sure, but he had enough superiority over Hubert in this respect that taunting Ferdinand about that could only come off as laughably weak. It was the rest of what Hubert said that rose Ferdinand’s hackles… especially in public, in a crowded medical tent! Ferdinand’s mouth drew into a furious frown, and rapidly, he began to speak. At first on the defensive, “That was an accident! I had been aiming for his stomach, as a part of close combat, and he merely dodged in the wrong direction, that is all! I would never intentionally strike a man in such a dishonorable place!”, Ferdinand eventually went on the offensive, leaning towards Hubert and jabbing a finger in his direction. “Besides, am I to believe that you care about things such as nobility, or even basic honor and morality, Hubert? You, of all people? I would be surprised if you acted anything other than dishonorably in your match with Leif – but then again, perhaps it’s hard to compare us, yes? After all, you didn’t even win a single match, honorably or dishonorably.”

Gritting his teeth, Claude keeps behind Felix’s peripheral vision, silently drawing his bow before he silently creeps up the wooden steps. He fires as soon as he has a clear shot of Felix’s legs. (roll 14, HP 1)

          honestly, the battle of the eagle and lion has already ruined itself for him. for such a highly anticipated day... it leaves a poor taste in his mouth — it’s said this is a treasured occasion, one to be remembered by all students who take part in it for the rest of their lives, the glory bestowed on the winning house of the year a trophy carried into class reunions for decades.

         if that’s true, then he’s had nothing to carry so far, bereft of suitable enemies and the challenge he’d come for. the fight is rounding its last bend, and from his vantage point atop the central hill, it’s easy to see the armies thinning, combatants on all sides going down one by one.

         even so, there’s a clear lead; yellow ribbons dominate the battlefield. and, by the soft creak of the ballista mound’s wooden steps behind him, one of them wants to try their luck against him.

DODGE : 18, success! ( felix’s hp : 2 / 2 )

         turning even as he leaps out of the arrow’s path, hearing it sing past, he finds none other than the house leader with bowstring drawn. the sight of him ignites something behind felix’s eyes like a forge. finally, a chance for the day to redeem itself. this should be promising.

         he moves quickly to close the distance, the flash of his wo dao a single fang in the gloaming.

She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast? 

That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired. 

A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle! 

[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]

Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating! 

Just as a horn announced the start of the historic Battle of the Eagle and Lion, so does a horn call for its end. Fighting throughout the field draws to its close as students feel their blood rush through their veins, their hearts pound, their limbs tremble from the difficult battles fought on this day. A few red and blue pendants still flutter in the wind...

But they dull in comparison to the cloth-of-gold banners that fly proudly against the blue sky, gleaming like coins in the early evening twilight.

  The Battle of the Eagle and Lion has officially concluded!

                                              And the winners are...

                                            The Golden Deer!

This concludes the Battle of the Eagle and Lion! You may view the winning bracket here. Thank you everyone who participated for making this successful; we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! Please continue reading below for information about prizes.

— BOEL Prizes

There are two prizes for this mini-event. Please read the instructions below carefully! You do not have to message the masterlist to claim your rewards.

All event participants are awarded a free skill point. You may put this skill point wherever you choose. Please do remember to message the masterlist for any skill rank rewards if applicable.

All winning participants (students and faculty/staff supporters of the Golden Deer House) are awarded “Goddess’ Favor”. This may be added to your inventory. It does not have any mechanical effects or grant stat boosts. It is simply a bragging right and representation of your hard-won victory. Wear it with pride.

As always, let us know if you have any questions, and thank you again everyone for your participation and support!

TANK BUILD : DC13, 3 HP

          if not for the greeting, he doubts he would be so fortunate. the jovial call primes him just enough to catch the whistle of an arrow from the same direction, and honed muscle memory pulls him into a roll before looking to identify his assailant or even thinking about it.

DODGE : 13, success! ( leif’s hp : 3 / 3 )

         he’s back up, sword in hand, with an exhilarated expression. eager to put the bad taste in his mouth from the dark mage behind him, he pushes powerfully off one foot into a fierce charge at his opponent cloaked in red, every bit as vehement as if this were a fight for his life, as if the wooden sword in his hand were tyrfing itself.

         ❝ may the better warrior win! ❞

Morgan went into a more... self prepared area. Trees, shrubs, the works. When she was ready, she waited. Probably a little too conspicuously. But someone bought it. She saw an arrow pass her shoulder, barely nicking her jacket. From its trajectory she traced it back to some shrubs and a few trees.

[Defence Roll: 10 (Dodge)]

She noted that just above that area she had set up a heavy net with a few small logs, rocks, etc. If Morgan could release it, it might just fall on the opponent, if that’s where they were.

But how to make activating it.... inconspicuous? Morgan smiled and took a deep breath, remembering one of Prof. Hanneman’s demonstrations. His hand movements, absolutely ridiculous and wild. Maybe if she could emulate that..... she’d distract the opponent long enough to cast a Thoron at the net and have it fall on top of them, trapping and harming them.

Morgan took a deep breath and began wildly waving her arms in circular and random motions, before casting a Thoron towards the trap release.

[Attack Roll: 13 (Critial if it hits)]

After her mini-rave party and light show she turned and ran towards more traps.