He stepped onto the battlefield, his eyes steeled with determination. There was a long road ahead of him, and he doubted he could put his faith in Lark to train him enough to reach his goal. He looked out into the vast open plain, ears alert, narrowed eyes watching for any sign of movement. He tipped his head back and cried a furious howl into the sky; MAKE ME STRONG!” It said, although for all he knew the only answer he would receive would be one intending to maim the young wolf rather than train him or coach him. He sat patiently and waited, more nervous than he was willing to admit as the wind carried dust across plain. “Come and get me.” He thought, as he waited, a small shiver of anticipation climbing up his back. This was one of the first steps he would take on his road to victory; to his ultimate goal of taking Abaven for himself and creating a pack worthy of holding most of the East. Speech Thought

The path ahead of him would always remain unknown. The brute had been left without a purpose, a former king torn from his throne and everyone he loved ripped away. Crimson gaze stared at the ground, each large paw leaving large indents as the heavy brute walked. He had no aim. No purpose, as young as he was, he felt....old and lost and tired. He missed his old brethren...Elias...Eliana...despite all that had happened between them, he wished to see them. Would they ever forgive him? Would they ever forgive each other? He growled at himself. How stupid could he be to think that? The things they were forced to do back then were unforgivable. It was then he heard a howl loud and strong ring across the plains, and slowly Acere would raise his head in that direction. Whoever it was, wanted something. A fight, obviously. He thought about it, and almost debated just ignoring it and walking away. But the way that call was, he couldn't ignore it. What did he have left to lose? The gargantuan male would soon come upon a rather large yearling. Crimson gaze looked him over, noting his stance, the way he held himself. Every little detail he could glean from the youth. He had seen that look before. The way he stood. The way his voice had sounded. For a long moment, he didn't think he'd ever see someone like that again. Was it just coincidence? Or were the fates toying with him? "What is it you seek?" He questioned. The youth could interpret it anyway he wanted, but Acere had to know. "Speak"

His eyes narrowed slightly as a figure approached him. For a moment he thought it was his brother, but as the beast came closer he realized just how wrong he had been. The man was massive; larger than Brandr or even Lark, which the Lightning Bolt realized made him the perfect sparring partner. "What is it you seek?" He had asked, the stranger’s eyes roaming over him in a way that disquieted him, although he could not say why. “I want-“ He stopped himself, his voice had been shrill and nervous and that was no way for a future alpha to speak. “I need to learn to fight.” He said firmly, confidence filling his chest, his eyes narrowed with determination. “There is a pack not far from here who fell into the hands of a usurper and has been passed to an unfit leader.” He explained, hoping his mostly fabricated story struck a chord with the stranger that would hopefully spur him into training the younger wolf. “I intend to take it as my own, by force if necessary.” Speaking Thinking  You

The youth spoke. And Acere listened. His gaze was fixed heavily upon the youth, and at first, he seemed unsure. But that would quickly dissolve into something of determination. A sense washed over Acere, and he couldn't help but be reminded of his brother. He stood stock still, the breeze ruffling his coat, though no muscle moved. This boy felt way too familiar. Almost as if he already knew him, and yet...they had never met. Acere was two years this kids senior, but he couldn't help but feel reminded of...Elias...

The once king stepped took a step towards him, towering over the youth just like he towered over everyone else he once knew. His gaze sought and held the boys with a certain intensity. His words hadn't gone unheard, but the male needed to know just who this was. "You, who is your father?" His nostrils flared trying to find the underlying scent of his parents. But all he could really smell was the boys pack scent, and the scent of another that he could not quite figure out...perhaps he was mistaken. Or perhaps the scent was just too muddled with the others to find it.

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The boy’s head cocked to the side momentarily with a confused expression. His father? What did that matter? He was tempted to withhold the answer until they sparred but then he supposed the man might be disappointed and my even lash out at him with the intent to harm him. It was better to just give the man what he wanted. “I don’t know.” He said seriously. He swallowed hard before continuing; “I am the product of rape.” He said his eyes darting away from the other male as he spoke. He felt uncomfortable revealing the circumstances of his birth, although why it would bother him to reveal his origins to a stranger was beyond him. He looked to the male cautiously and a strange thought occurred to him; what if this male knew something about his mother’s rapist? He opened his mouth to speak then shut it quickly, deciding against it at the last minute. “Anything else?” He asked, his tone serious again with just the slightest touch of impatience. Speaking Thinking  You

The boys demeanor would change when he had asked his question. And when the boy replied, Ace's ears twitched. Rape... That word had struck something deep inside him. His eyes narrowed. The brute recalling his young days in his birth pack. He had a strong feeling about this kid, but he wasn't quite sure just yet...he would work on figuring out this scent he was so drawn to. "I see." The titan had a suspicion, one that nagged at his subconscious, but he would not give in to his suspicions just yet. He needed to know more, but perhaps he would enlighten the boy with the request he had before Acere's curiosity had so rudely gotten the better of him. Standing to his full height, blood red gaze looked the youth over, nodding slowly as he assessed him. "I can teach you. You speak with words of ambition, and that is what this world needs..." He thought about adding on a few other choice words, but perhaps he'd wait until after he assessed the boys fighting skills. "You will take the first move as you are the one who called," Ace turned to give them about ten feet of space before turning to face him again. His stature did not change, the male simply standing tall and eyeing the boy. "Come at me." Acere VS Tyranis for SPAR Round: 0/? Height: 45" Build: Heavy "Speak"

He faltered for a moment mouthing the word ‘come’ before the pieces snapped into place and the yearling fell into action. He ran toward the larger male, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, hackles raised and the thick hair of his neck on end from a distance of 7 feet as his powerful legs pushed him onward. His jaws parted in a ripping snarl, his lips curled back as far as they could go to protect the sensitive skin of his muzzle. At two feet, closer than he had anticipated, he rose back, squaring his hips, his tail arched straight out like a rudder to keep his center of gravity aligned and outstretched his arms just enough that if he were successful, he would lock his wrists around the other man’s huge barrel of a neck just above his shoulders, hoping to use his strength and gravity to keep Acere on all fours. If his grip landed he would take another step inward with his right foot and use his arms to twist toward the left, hoping to push the larger male on his side. His jaws remained open, ready to clash with the male’s own sharp white teeth, his fangs aiming for the male’s sensitive nose, aiming where he thought he would cause the most damage. Tyranis vs. Acere for Spar Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 38" Build: Medium Notes; Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, please PM me through Tyranis if anything is unclear Speech Thought

The yearling bolted towards him, and Acere's lips would curl back in a silent snarl. He didn't know how much experience the boy had in this field, if any, though so far to the titan's critical eye...wasn't much. As Tyranis closed the distance between them, Acere would set his defenses up before making a move of his own. Hackles rose along his spine, tail flagging out to align parallel to the ground as his head lowered, chin tucking over his throat. Lips curled back to expose glistening fangs while the skin around his face bunched up for further protection. Crimson gaze narrowed, ears pinned flat to his skull while his toes splayed and claws bit the earth for traction. Finally, he rocked his weight onto his hind legs for a moment, hind legs coiling for a second or two before he launched himself forward.

Just as Tyranis sought to close the distance, Acere would bend his joints to bring himself slightly lower to the ground, attempting to align his head and shoulders with Tyranis' lower chest as they came at one another head on. Snarling, Ace sought to jut his chest straight into Ty's sternum in an attempt to drive the air from the youths lungs as well as to knock him off his feet. Ty's forelegs would catch the top of his back, but since his (ace's) head had lowered for his frontal assault, Ty's legs would find no grip upon his neck. Likewise, Tyranis' fangs would not find the purchase he so desired upon his nose, but instead would clip the top of Acere's skull, leaving no more than a light cut on the center of his skull.

"Don't compromise your balance!" He growled. He figured if he'd be teaching this boy, might as well start now, right? As soon as those words left his mouth, he turned his head sharply to his right and upward, jaws gaping open as he aimed a bite upon Tyranis' throat dead center. He'd teach this boy the dangers of leaving himself exposed, just enough to learn from such potentially fatal mistakes. As he did this, his left forepaw reached for Ty's right hindpaw. He sought to hook it around Ty's ankle in an attempt to drag it forward to try and force the youth onto the ground, further trying to disrupt his balance.

Acere vs Tyranis for SPAR
Round 1/3
Height: 45"
Build: Heavy

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Everything that could go wrong did go wrong; his fangs clipped the male’s skull and anything else he had planned had failed miserably. All the wind left his lungs in an instant and before he could even react his paws fell out from under him and his body came crashing down on his side. The male’s advice to protect his balance had come too little too late and all he could do as the male aimed to close his jaws around his throat was adjust his defenses. He outstretched his forepaws and locked his joints, hoping to push the larger male back and keep him away, while the bottom of his spine curled upward using his back legs to protect his exposed belly tucking his plush tail tightly against the sensitive skin. He prepared to kick his back legs with as much force as he could, as many times as he could, hoping to scratch the larger male’s underside and push him back while his forepaws kept the male away from his throat. Tyranis opened his jaws wide with a shrill snarl, his neck curling forward to shield his throat with his lower jaw. Tyranis vs. Acere for SPAR Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 38" Build: Medium Notes; Any OOC criticism and advice is welcome please PM Tyranis. If anything sounds unclear don't hesitate to ask Speech Thought

His charge had been a success, a growl of satisfaction left his throat as the yearling went down. Larger and heavier than the boy, Acere would attempt to use his weight to keep the boy on the ground, standing over him with all paws grounded firmly in the dirt. Toes were splayed, claws biting the earth. His tail held level with his spine, head lowered over his throat to protect it, though even should the boy decide to go for his throat, he'd have a hard time trying to get at it with the giant standing over him. Crimson orbs were narrowed, lips peeled and his face bunched up to further protect his eyes.

When he felt the boys forepaws on his body trying to keep him out of reach, Acere would feel the bruise that would begin to form from their collision. More than likely it wouldn't be more than a moderate one, but it would still ache later he was sure. Teeth would click shut as Tyranis tried to keep him away from his throat, so Acere would do the next best thing he could. He would turn his head to his left, aiming his teeth at Tyranis' right foreleg just above the joint of his wrist. He sought to grip the boys appendage in his teeth with enough force to make it hurt, but no more than that. He wasn't trying to break bones or shatter the boys leg, no. This would merely be a teaching moment, though he was sure that if Ty had been in this position with someone with ill intentions, they would not hesitate to use it to their advantage and maul him.

He would grunt then, as he felt the boys hind claws raking at his underside. Moderate scratches would be the result, the male tightening his abdomen as he prepared to make one more move. He would seek to place a large paw heavily upon Tyranis' throat in an attempt to restrict his breathing.

Acere vs Tyranis for SPAR
Round: 2/3
Height: 45"
Build: Heavy
ooc//Crappy tag i'm sorry XD

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And the winner is...

ACERE! Due to Tyranis not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Acere's favor. Tyranis must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.