Fourth Match
The last fight still going on was Donnally and Ryce of the divided Fernwick clan. As with the other competitions, they were at each other's throats with an unmatched ferocity displayed from the other clans and even the match between Aeronwy and Grimm. The turf below their feet was getting torn up nearly as much as each other from the force they were putting into their attacks.
Ryce gained a brief moment to land a succession of a kick, knee, and elbow to put Donnally on the ground, only for Donallay to jot a hand up and slice his claws through Ryce's outer thigh clear to his ankle. The rebel Fernwick fell as he lost his balance and the loyal one was on him in an instant, landing one palm strike after another to his head and shoulders, and Donally pulled his forearms up to protect himself. One of Ryce's knees came precariously close to Donnally's head, and he didn't waste an opportunity to sink his teeth into it.
This served to enrage Ryce further and he ended up shifting to the feral form. Donnally had no desire to be torn to shreds and shifted as well, and with the new strength that came with the form, he bucked his rival off him. Blood and fur was flying amid the flash of fangs and claws as the fight descended into a primal dog fight. Guttaral snarls and the click of teeth snapping shut could be heard as each sought to finish the match.
As a referree stepped in to separate them before they could break the rules by maiming or killing each other, Donally bit him in a fit of passion before he realized who it was. Automatically disqualified, Ryce was announced the winner. Donnally was embarrassed for having attacked the wrong person and kept his eyes averted as he left the ring.
"You've become just as barbaric as these Ferals we've been forced to share the Nyre with," Ryce growled at him.
"And you're just as deluded and uppity as those who invaded our forest," Donnally snarled back. "You're the fiend that shifted first!"
The referrees were quick to lead them to separate rooms to have their injuries tended to before they tried to kill each other.
Notes & Commentary
August 31, 2017, Thursday
Fourth Match
I lost a few pieces of lead trying to draw this illustration. For whatever cheap, selfish, lazy, inconsiderate, unholy reason, it is very difficult to find a mechanical pencil with a cap. Not just a ugly little flimsy bit of plastic or metal casing either that comes out with the slightest jostle, a real cap. That useless stub of an eraser dried out and came flying off without warning, along with the three pieces of lead I had in the chamber. If I had a real cap like my trusty 0.5mm T3 (that has now been discontinued in a stroke of horrible ignorance and stupidity) I wouldn't now have lead hiding somewhere on the floor to be stepped on... Gotta find a capped 0.7mm pencil.
New story up! The Card Reader. It was supposed to be for the 2015 24-Hour Comic Challenge, but I never got to finish drawing it. Who knows if I ever will get to?
I am wishing I had gotten this arc completed before that ridiculous election. This was already thoroughly outlined before the Trump/Clinton/Sanders love triangle came up. None of the Sylvans were modeled after modern American parties. I nearly abandoned JAD because of the unavoidable correlations that would end up getting drawn between the election and the Sylvan conflict. There's still a very real chance JAD will get put on a long-term hiatus if the political atmosphere gets any worse because I don't want to put up with the rampant stupidity coming from the Regressive Left or Alt-Right. Don't take that as an invitation though. There's still a rebel yell deep in my blood and bones that would happily drag this out just to irritate those damned lunatics.
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