Acere vs Ashmedai
The coydog who comes to get Ashmedai and Acere is a fierce-looking ginger brindle who sweeps in with a frown to survey the pickings before indicating the two of them. He leads them to a circle of stones that mark a ring in the ground. "All right," he barks in a sharp tone. "Let's see what you idjits can do. Step out of the ring, you lose! Fail to impress me, you lose! Get a move on then! You get things started!" he adds with a gesture to Acere.
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
He stepped into the ring and dipped his head in greeting to Ash. "Acere Praetor." He offered his name in a manner expected for good sportsmanship. This was a tournament, after all. "Good luck," Immediately his defenses were set up. In one swift motion from years of fighting, his hackles rose, limbs bent, teeth bared and muzzle wrinkled up in a fierce snarl. Head lowered over his throat and his tail flagged out like a banner to aid him with balance. Toes splayed over the sand while claws dug into the earth for traction. He was ready.
Once again, his companions started to circle the arena as they waited for their chance to strike the moment an opening was presented to them. The silver vixen stalked clockwise while her brother went counterclockwise around the ring. With his defenses set, Ace exploded from his position as he sought to close the distance between him and his opponent. Crimson gaze peeked through the eyes of the tiger he wore as his paws ate the short distance, the beast closing in on Ash. He feigned going head on, but just when he felt he was close enough, he sought to dart to his right (Ash's left) in an effort to sweep past him to avoid his spiked harness.
Ace jutted his left shoulder forward, aiming to slam the point of it into Ash's rib cage dead center in the hope of bruising the male. Simultaneously, he aimed to slam his chest in the same general area along with that shoulder stab. While he did that, his right forepaw reached for Ash's left hind foot, the alabaster male seeking to yank it towards him. As he sought to do this, jaws flung open as he then aimed a bite upon the center of Ash's back in an effort to grip him and cause some damage.
Acere VS Ashmedai for Tournament Spar
Round: 1/?
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Accessory: Tiger pelt armor
Companion 1: Red Fox - Male (battle)
Companion 2: Red Fox - Female (battle)
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: N/A
He introduced himself as Acere and Ashmedai nodded, "Ashmedai Imperialis."
As Acere's companions began to circle, Ash groaned inwardly. This had to be some form of cheating, didn't it? Then again, it would be pretty badass if he was able to take all three of them down.
Acere charged, but Ash stayed planted. As he drew near, he feigned to Ash's left. Just as he did, Ash launched himself backwards and to his left with his left shoulder out in hopes of clipping the other male in the center of his chest [counter]. He was getting close to the edge of the ring. Couldn't move back anymore. Acere's right forepaw did hook Ash's left forepaw and Ash let him, shifting his weight to his other three paws as he let his left forepaw go limp. He flashed a silly smile at the large male. Playing footsie, eh? Acere's bite sunk around the center of Ash's back, just below his shoulder blades.
The man's teeth pierced deep and Ash doubted he could shake the larger man easily. He did, however, attempt to push into him with his left shoulder in hoped of piercing Acere's flesh with his spikes. Ashmedai turned his head and sought to bite Acere's right shoulder, where the shoulder met the neck. Chomp chomp motherfucker.
Ashmedai vs Acere for tourney
Round: 1/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
Ace's teeth managed to connect, fangs digging deep into Ash's back. He tasted blood, and he was satisfied for now that his bite had landed on the other male. As Ash aimed to pierce and bite Ace, the alabaster male decided to change tactics. With his fangs still buried in the other male, Ace would vigorously shake his head in an effort to worsen the wound. Then he raised his body up as he sought to throw his right foreleg over Ash's back, seeking to dig his reavers into the man's back while his left foreleg aimed to cut down Ash's ribs on the left side while simultaneously trying to push him over/away. Ash's bite would land on the bony part of his own left shoulder, and the spikes lightly poking at him as he fought to keep Ash's porcupine ass from getting too close with them.
As he fought with Ash, his companions decided to move in. The silver vixen darted towards Ash's right hind leg as she launched herself at the ankle. She didn't very much like to bite, so she just threw herself at their opponents leg, bowling ball style! Meanwhile, the other fox charged in towards Ash's foreleg on the same side, aiming to seek his teeth into Ash's wrist and attempt to yank it out from under him, all in an effort to cause the male to lose his balance and footing and bring him down while Ace pushed from the other side. Huzzah! Teamwork!
Acere VS Ashmedai for Tournament Spar
Round: 2/2
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Accessory: Tiger pelt armor
Companion 1: Red Fox - Male (battle)
Companion 2: Red Fox - Female (battle)
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: N/A
Well, Ash was always one to roll with the punches. Besides, there wasn't a rule about not squashing your opponent's companions to death, was there? With an almost maniacal smile, Ashmedai let Acere's companions hit their marks, slamming into him (the female) and grabbing and pulling his right foreleg (the male). As they did, he sought to throw his weight down and to his right. He aimed to drive his spiked shoulder into the back of the male fox with the full weight of his fall. Better move, kiddo!
Ashmedai vs Acere for tourney
Round: 2/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
The coydog signaled the end to the fight and named Ash the victor. Well played and well deserved, he thought. He shook out his ruffled coat and stepped back, "Well fought. I look forward to fighting you again, perhaps one on one next time eh?" With that he turned and left the ring to watch the other fights.
Ashmedai smiled at his victory, shaking himself free of loose fur and debris. As the fur fluffed around him, the smell of Abaven surrounded him. Oh, yeah, this guy was one of Abaven's, wasn't he? The man congratulated him and Ashmedai's smile widened.
"Acere of Abaven, huh? Well... I'll be around, so feel free to track me down."
As Acare turned away, Ashmedai did the same. He wondered if anyone was pandering drinks or snacks of some kind? He could use a refresher.