The ivory Queen would step forth onto the once familiar barren lands of the battlefield, the girl remebering when she had fought Schon here. It was a while back, and things come and go. She had recently made her way back to the place of Alacritis, and when she was away on vacation, she lost most knowledge she held of being a true warrior, and now that she had been accepted into Abaven, she only wanted to be the best for Bass. But, even before all of that happened, she had to get her pretty little ass back to bitchin' warrior Queen. So she tipped her ivory crown back and howled, calling for another one two aid her in the knowledgeable art of war, maybe even another fighter, at that. She would stretch her large, pale bodice and work her muscles before starting with anyone that would appear, wanting to be ready for this nice little spar that they were about to put on. She didn't want something too serious, but she couldn't promise anything on her part, for a bite too deep.

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He had begun to linger around the famed battlefield curiously, wondering why in the world wolves here gathered so often to fight. What really threw him for a loop was the fact that some of them came here to fight for fun. He just didn't get it. Fighting had always been for survival for him, never had he thought that sparing could be something done for enjoyment except maybe in the way pups play fight. But now that he was in these mostly peaceful lands it was something that he would have to grow used to he supposed. Even with all his skepticisms and curiosities, here he was, prepared to do exactly what he was so skeptical about. He wanted to train and rebuild a few of the skills that might have dulled in his year and a half of self-imposed exile.

Suddenly a howl cut through the air, catching his attention and making his ash-colored gaze turn in its direction. Well, that was the best invitation he had gotten all day so he trotted off to see just who was so eager to fight. He spotted her pale form in the distance and approached her with a small dip of his head and a smirk. "Well, I certainly didn't expect my first challenger here to be such a pretty fea. Certainly a plus. I'm Nikolai."

An eager and curious wolf would show up sooner than later, the ivory Queen narrowing her gold and violet gaze, scoffing at the multi earthen toned boy before her. "Oh, don't flatter yourself- sweetheart. I could have also likely been a tree tall angered male with a short fuse of a temper. You're just lucky to run into the path of this Queen.. Now. Let's get to it babe, three rounds sound good? And I see ladies first, but I'll grant you the first move."
FIGHT
Round 0/3
Anzhelika vs. Nikolai for spar


The ivory Queen would set her body ready up for battle. Her ears would instinctively pull back against her pale skull, gold and violet audits becoming small slits to protect her orbs. Her dark obsidian lips would pull back up in a snarl, revealing her alabaster fangs that dripped with poison. Her tongue skimmed over her fangs with a distinct hiss and low rumble from her chest. Her cheeks would bunch up along their pale selves, protecting her fleshy parts of the fae's face. The girl's black nose would also scrunch up along in the snarl, protecting it from possible snapping teeth or scratching claws. Her hackles would raise, the skin around the back of her neck and shoulders scrunching up to protect vital areas. She would align her tail with her spine, and then her skull along with her spine and tail, all three lining up perfectly. Her toes spread out evenly and her limbs became limp for quick and easy movement. Her core tensed along with her abdomen, the girl ready to spring at any moment. Her claws dug into the barren earth for traction, along with her evenly spread toes. Her fur bristled and her chin dipped down to protect her throat. She stood, staring at him as her stance said; 'come at me, bro.'

An amused smirk crossed the Bierne's muzzle at the pale woman's words, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. She was certainly a feisty one. He noticed that she didn't introduce herself, but it was all the same to him. For his own sake he nicknamed her Queen, since that seemed to be what she called herself, though he seriously doubted that was her real name. He dipped his head low in a mildly mocking bow and replied, "It would be my pleasure, Queen." He went about setting his stance and preparing his attack, first settling his paws evenly under him in a wide, comfortable stance with his knees slightly bent. Next was his ears, folding them back flat to his head, while his lips pulled back in a snarl to expose his fangs. His head fell even with his spine along with his tail and his toes spread with claws digging into the dirt, all to enhance his balance. Once his eyes were narrowed, his chin tucked down over his throat, and his hackles raised he pushed himself forward to make his first move. Nikolai was a bit rusty on his fighting tactics so he wasn't certain on how he should attack first, but once he got moving he could feel himself falling back into the familiar rhythm. He tried to use his slightly larger size to his advantage and threw his weight into his left shoulder in hopes of hitting his left shoulder to the center of her chest to knock her off balance and possibly even knock the breath out of her a bit. He knew he would cause himself some bruising on his shoulder if his attack hit its mark, but bruising was unavoidable in this type of fight. Even if his first rush toward her didn't work out in his favor, he would still attempt to reach out with his fangs to grab ahold of her scruff. His goal was to hold her there to keep her from trying some attack similar to his own and to limit her range of motion more than it was to cause her some kind of wound. If his teeth found their mark he would hold the loose skin there just hard enough to keep her from pulling away. He kept his weight leaned into her both to keep from letting up on her and keep his weight off his right leg as much as possible. Anzhelika vs Nikolai for Spar Round: 1 of 3 Defenses: Eyes narrowed, ears back, hackles raised, head and tail even with spine, paws spaced evenly in a wide stance, toes spread, claws dug in, knees bent, chin tucked down over throat, and snarling to expose his teeth Attack:Aiming to ram his left shoulder into the middle of her chest then reaching to bite her scruff to hold her in place ""

He would charge at her and she would keep her defensive stance as they collided, the boy knocking her back a bit. She could already feel the bruising and soreness on her chest, but the ivory Queen ignored it. This was a battle. A snarl ripped through her throat as she would drag her claws into the earth as she would be pushed back, struggling to keep her balance. The boy would attempt to reach up and grab a hold of her scruff, yet Anzhelika would quickly dip down and spring up, throwing her head up into the air. She would attempt to hit the man's muzzle with the top of her skull/cranium. She knew this would cause bruising to her skull, even a possible fracture, but this is what fighting meant, risking yourself. Her weight would be distributed evenly on all four limbs and her tail and spine would align with one another as her eyes were kept in small slits, her ears pinned against her skull. Her hackles would raise and bunch up around her scruff, where he was attempting to bite. She would dig her claws into the earth and spring up once again, attempting to swing and hit the top of her skull against his own muzzle/bottom chin area. Her core and abdomen would tense, toes spreading out evenly as her claws dug into the barren earth, lips curled back in a low growl. F I G H T Anzhelika vs. Nikolai for spar Attacks; Throwing/swinging her head up into the air, attempting to knock her skull against Nikolai's muzzle. Defenses; Ears pinned against skull, eyes narrowed into small slits, weight distributed evenly between limbs, core and abdomen tensed, toes spread evenly and claws dug into the ground, spine and tail aligned, hackles raised and bunched up around shoulders/scruff, lips curled back. Injuries; Mild bruising to chest, possible bruising and/or fracture to skull if attempted hit is made. --Extra Notes-- Sorry if it's a bit confusing!! She basically just swings her head up and tries to hit him on the bottom of his muzzle/chin area. PM me with any questions you have, I will surely try to clarify :)

His shoulder hit square in the middle of her chest, giving a satisfying crashing of bodies and slight sting of newly forming bruises. His stance remained spread evenly under him, his toes spread and claws digging into the soil as he pressed into her to push her balance off center. He reached for her scruff, but unfortunately that attack wouldn't be nearly as successful as his first. She would duck down just out of his reach, his jaws snapping closed around thin air. Before he could step back out of the way her head snapped up and slammed into the lower part of his jaw, knocking his head back out of the way and bruising his jaw badly. He didn't think that the strike was hard enough to fracture any bones, but the muscle and possibly even the bone was most certainly sore and bruised. He stumbled back several steps while he blinked the stars out of his gaze and worked his sore jaw before quickly resetting his defenses. His ears remained pinned to his head and his eyes narrowed to protective slits once more. He reset his comfortable stance, his knees bending ever so slightly as well. As he lunged forward for his next attack his hackles rose to bunch up around his neck to protect it while his neck and tail flattened to lie level with his spine. A rumbling growl rattled in his throat, his head tucking down over his throat as he pushed himself forward and his lips pulled back in a snarl, pushing past the pain in his jaw and shoulder. His muscles in his core tightened to keep his form steady as he lept up in hopes of wrapping his forelegs around her neck. He hoped that his slight size advantage would work in his favor and make it a little easier to overpower her. If he was successful he would have his forelegs around her neck and his right shoulder pressed into her chest or throat, depending on how high he was able to reach around her. If he was able to get her in his grasp he would spread his hind paws and use his tail to improve his balance, the toes on his hind paws also spreading to give himself a better footing. His claws would dig into the dirt as he pressed his weight into her, hoping to push her to the ground or at least knock her off balance. Instead of reaching for her scruff he went for her ear, being mindful to keep his jaw out of the way of her apparently dangerous cranium. He aimed to latch his teeth onto her left ear, his bruised jaw not strong enough to do any real damage, but still possibly enough to leave some scratches or even light tearing behind. Anzhelika vs Nikolai for Spar Round: 2 of 3 Defenses: Eyes narrowed, ears back, hackles raised, head and tail even with spine, paws spaced evenly in a wide stance, toes spread, claws dug in, knees bent, head tucked down over throat, snarling. Attack:Leaping up to wrap his forelegs around her neck, pressing his shoulder into her chest or neck, biting her left ear Damage: Bruising to his chest, heavy bruising to his lower jaw ""

The hit to his jaw was a success, the ivory Queen smiling as she felt his weight slide off of her as he stumbled back, recovering from her hit a bit. She would use the precious seconds that he used to recover to roll and set in her defenses. Her ears would pin against her skull, gold and violet audits narrowing into small, protective slits. Her tail would align with her spine, and so would her skull. Her toes would flex and she would spread her toes evenly, claws digging into the barren earth. Her joints would be loose for easy movement and her muscles would tense, core and abdomen tensing as well for any quick movements. Her chin would tuck over her throat protectively, keeping her vitals out of easy reach. Her hackles would raise and her scruff would bunch up around her shoulders and neck, protecting the area. Her fur would bristle and finally her jaw would unhinge, revealing her poison dripping fangs. She would snarl, lips curling back and cheeks bunching up to protect the soft flesh on her face and muzzle. Her nose would scrunch up as well, protecting it from snapping jaws or scratching claws. He would lunge and wrap his arms around the front side of her neck, shoving his (right?) shoulder into the middle of her chest. She would snarl as he bit down onto her left ear, yet since her pale ear was already pinned against her skull, he didn't get much of a grip, but she could feel a sting as his jaws clamped down, crimson blood dripping from her ears from the puncture wounds he had caused her. Her balance would falter as he would push his weight into her, Anzhelika dragging her claws into the earth as she kept herself upright from being knocked down by his weight. Anzhelika would snarl and use her tensed core to focus all of her strength in her chest, neck, and shoulders to attempt to push the male off of her, chest pushing up against him. She would then step back five feet and then charge at him, attempting to knock his balance off/knock the breath out of him or even collide with him and knock him down by bringing her left shoulder to collide with his right. F I G H T Anzhelika vs. Nikolai for spar round: one TWO three Attacks; paragraph four Defenses; paragraph two Injuries; mild bruising to chest, severe bruising to cranium/skull, light puncture wounds/ light scarring on left ear. -- Extra Notes -- Omg I'm so sorry. Half assed fight post right there. My muse went byebye xDx