Sten stepped carefully onto the battlefield, his back hunched over as he examined the flat plane. /he didn’t intend to meet the children of Odin craven, bereft of any expertise. He wanted to be as useful as possible as soon as possible and to do that he would fight. He sent up a call for anyone to join him in glorious battle and waited. He was still new to these lands but didn’t intend to stay that way for long, he would meet others in due time as opponents, and then perhaps if they were worthy he would show them the blessings of his sire. speaking

The battlefield was the place she knew she could shed blood and not feel bad about it. Though of course, feeling bad wasn't in her system of feelings. Belle was souring the Klein name with the mud blood pups she birthed, though perhaps she wouldn't think of it that way had it happened with someone other than with that blithering idiot, Archon. Her tail lashed behind her, the iron claws she forged and wore leaving marks in the dirt as she walked in irritation. But when she hears the call for a fight, she adjusts her course to find him. The babe was eager to vent with a fight, which was why she'd come in the first place. Spotting the man who had called, her lips played up in a smirk as she looked him over. Hmm...tall, dark, and handsome. And scars littering his body spoke a prowess he might possess. Her tongue swiped hungrily at her lips as she stood several feet before him, head held high in all her glory. "Hello there, Dear. I've come to meet you in a spar if you'll have me." She rumbled, lyrics dangerously sweet while her eyes betrayed the itch to fight. "Can you see me?"

The Ergi dipped his head in greeting, taking in the woman’s appearance; half black and half white, a creature of duality that he found pleasing. Would she find him pleasing as well? He wondered as he dropped low. How would she feel knowing the cost of his sin? The disgusting malthesis he practiced which, while was not against their laws, was still considered shameful. “Then I will have you.” He said solemnly, his voice surprisingly quiet despite how his hunched back made him look. He spread his paws, lowering his center of gravity and digging his claws into the earth for extra traction. His legs were spread equally apart his chest low to the ground, his hips and shoulders braced as he prepared for impact. He parted his jaws, preparing to latch them onto the girl if she came close enough. speaking

She watched as he took up a defensive position, his words acknowledging that he would fight her. Good. "You are smart as you are handsome," She purred as she settled her own defenses. He was much larger than her, but where she lacked strength she would make up for in speed. The babe lowered her position closer to the ground before bursting forth with all her speed, dirt spraying up behind her and her iron claws marking the earth with each step. She sought to sweep past his left, her tail tucking to protect it from harm. She would seek to rake an iron class down his left hind leg while her jaws aimed to sink into the flesh of his thigh. Her goal? Get him to the ground and avoid his heavier weight at all costs. Pandora Lotus Klein vs Sten for Spar Round 1/? Age: Over 1yr Size: Medium Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Iron claws Defensive Accessory: n/a Companion 1: n/a Companion 2: n/a Mutation: n/a Disability: n/a Fight Skill Level: beginner Specialty: n/a "Can you see me?"

Sten snarled as she charged forward lowering his head as she slashed at his thigh,  he wheeled his hips away, digging his back paws into the earth to surge forward, lifting his right paw to his chest as he sought to drive his chest against her hip, hoping the hard planes of his wrist would find her kidney and cause her additional harm. His jaws remained parted, seeking to close them around her scruff and grapple her into submission as he closed the distance between them. He checked his defenses mentally, his back toes splayed, his shoulders rolled forward, ready for impact, his hackles raised, his tail flagging out for balance, his eyes narrowed, his nose lifted, and his lips pulled back over his gums. This was the kind of fight he hoped for, one where he was at a disadvantage, her with her weapon made her a worthy opponent, capable of bloodletting.   Sten Isneven vs Pandora for Spar Round 1|2 Age: Over one year Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Disability: N/A Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: N/A speaking

The behemoth would tilt his hips away from her after she hit her mark, blood marked the air and her senses were filled with it. A wicked smirk touched her lips and she strove to continue her assault, however, the behemoth would charge at her hips, threatening to send the woman down. So be it! She thought briefly. She braced herself for impact, an idea forming in her mind as she sought to use his attack to her own advantages. Yes, his chest would bruise her but she was not afraid of pain. She feared nothing in fact, and this display of power from the Male urged her onward and upward so to speak. Using his momentum, she allowed her hips to drag her to the ground where she rolled onto her back directly beneath him. Her hind legs and tail coiled to protect her soft belly, but her teeth and claws aimed at his own. With the attempted quickness of a snake, she sought to grab one of his legs in her waiting jaws as he (hopefully) sought to keep moving while a foreleg stretched upward, a pair of iron claws waiting to cut his underside. Though this was nothing more than a spar, she didn't seek to split him open, but perhaps enough to draw blood and split skin. Pandora Lotus Klein vs Sten for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Medium Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Iron claws Defensive Accessory: n/a Companion 1: n/a Companion 2: n/a Mutation: n/a Disability: n/a Fight Skill Level: beginner Specialty: n/a "Can you see me?"

Sten had to think quickly as she ducked and rolled down, his lifted right paw aiming to slam down on her stomach and wind her even though it meant he would be shorn by her claws in the process. As the iron reevers sought to strike at his under belly his jaws moved, aiming to strike at her unguarded throat while his legs moved apart for balance and his tail shifted for the sudden recommendation of weight. His ears pinned back, his eyes narrowed, his nose still lifted and his paws spread for more traction. He had to admire her, her tenacity, her cunning, she was fluid while he was stone, the question was, would he erode away in her wake or would he be the force that drove her apart. Sten Isneven vs Pandorafor Spar Round 1|2 Age: Over one year Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Disability: N/A Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: N/A speaking

And the winner is...

STEN	PANDORA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Pandora: 276.65 Sten: 311.15