After Battle Combat [ BTT 3 ]

BTT Tier 3 for Samson, Johan and Tolly


BTT Tier 1 || BTT Tier 2 || BTT Tier 3


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Mortimer tasked his ever growing Kukuri to engage in battle with a formidable foe - be this an energetic and dangerous prey creature, or a great beast of destruction. So the pack set out, eager to please their master (though Tolly really just wanted to tear something apart). Eventually, they found a great beast unlike any they had come across before. Samson and Johan were hesitant, unsure about the odds of success against such a beast. Tolly, on the other hand, took it immediately as a challenge and engaged the beast head first - much to the dismay of his packmates. The other two males leaped into the fray after Tolly, the two working well together. However Tolly was unhappy with the help and during combat would turn against his own packmates - snapping and snarling if they got too close or were in a position he wished to be in.
They each took a beating, managing to gain scars and wounds so large that their bodies hardly responded to them anymore. Johan and Samson mutually agreed to retreat from the fray, which infuriated Tolly because the beast got away.
Each limped their wounded bodies back to their master, Mortimer, who seemed very pleased with their injuries. However Tolly was close behind the other two males, and was not happy about the days events. Mortimer watched on, grinning, as the large males fought, snarled and scratched, despite their almost crippling injuries. Mortimer was very pleased with Tolly, the most aggressive of them all, as he took on the other two males by himself. It was quite a sight to behold. Dried blood mattered their fur as fresh shiny blood oozed from their reopened wounds as they fought to defend themselves against the monstrous Tolly.

It took a while, but eventually Tolly gave up on his inferior 'pack mates' and stormed off to be alone, or to go kill something away from the incompetent others. Mortimer, having believed that Samson and Johan have learned a valuable lesson here, was eager to clean up and dress their wounds - not so much as to make them feel better or heal faster, but because he did not want to have to amputate one of his most powerful units, and also because he wanted to see the extent of their injuries. The more he washed and dressed their very sore gashes, the more impressed with Tolly Mortimer became. He marveled at the depth of some of the wounds, and the size - yet they all had missed vital organs, veins and tendons. These wounds were calculated, planned and executed with insane precision. As Mortimer moved on to the other rook, his suspicions were confirmed - similar wounds and vital areas were avoided.
Tolly knew what he was doing.
Mortimer left Samson and Johan behind to find Tolly, which wasn't entirely hard. Follow the blood trail, and Tolly would be found. Sure enough, Mortimer found Tolly seated by a riverside staring across the watery expanse. Mortimer walked past to refill his water and wash the rags he used for cleaning. Tolly seemed to completely ignore Mortimer's movements or even interactions with his wounds as they were cleaned and dressed. Soon there was more bandage than kukuri, but still Tolly was as still as a statue.
Mortimer cleaned his rags again, wrung them out, then sat beside Tolly in silence. As the sun set, Mortimer finally spoke to his scarred Kukuri - "You did well, young one. You have great control over your immense power." and with that he stood, resting a hand on Tolly's shoulder for a moment. Tolly looked at the contact, and then up at Mortimer. This was the most praise any of the kukuri had achieved from Motimer, and Tolly was very unsure what to make of it, but before anything could be said, Mortimer began to walk away back to camp.

Tolly stayed behind, staring out over the lake as the sun made its gradual journey down the sky, casting brilliant gold light over the world before it became dark.
And so he stayed there, alone, thinking, for a few days before he eventually made his way back to camp to join the pack.