Gods Will Fall
He is drawn to the chaos, the destruction of this place again. A place where it is rumored that he can learn from others. Skills that he would need, if he were to be the god he was destined to be. He has been humiliated, his surname drug through the dirt, but he's eager to learn- to correct those past mistakes. He seek to make those who would laugh at him break. He strolls forward, his stance uncaring and brash. Arrogance leeks from every pore, but today he will try to be a little less full of himself. Crimson eyes sweep the empty field, it seems the lesser beings have fled as dusk came upon this field of death. He sinks to his haunches, on top of a jutting boulder, where he can see the area around him and he waits to see if someone else will happen across the field. The god waits carelessly- time has no meaning when one seeks to be great. Someone will come.
The woman would traipse away from the pack lands and onto a land that was much darker. She had never been one for violence, but she knew better that to go about defenseless. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of blood and gore. Her face fell into someone expressionless, only a small frown tugging at her features. A pale boy stood alone, looking as though he sough a fight. She would approach, massive paws pressing into the earth gently. "Looking for a spar?" She got the idea that he wasn't particularly good at making friends so she could keep about four feet between them, her defenses slowly settling into place. Perhaps they would take a moment to discuss terms? But she wouldn't take the chance, ears folded back against her skull, eyes narrowing upon her opponent. Short hackles would bristle along her neck and spine, powerful shoulders rolled forward as her skull fell level with her spine. Chin would tuck against her throat, tail streamlining with her spine. Powerful limbs would spread equidistant and bend at the joint for better balance, her toes would spread, sharp claws digging into the ground for traction. Last she would tighten her abdominal muscles, preparing for an attack.
"No serious injures is all I ask. You may have the first move." Her voice would echo around them, as she settled into attack mode. It was the first she had sparred such a tiny opponent, she was far more accustom to battling opponents her size or larger. But now was the time to learn. She just hoped she would break the poor kid. Lips peeled back to reveal impressive daggers, her ocean gaze settling intently on him.
ELSA vs CERBERUS for SPAR: round 0/2?
ATTACKS: none
DEFENSES: ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hackles lifted, shoulders rolled forward, tail aligned with her spine, skull lowered to align with her spine, chin tucked against her throat, limbs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, abdominal muscles tightened.
INJURIES: none, first round
"Speech"