After leaving the mauled form of Magnus in Indigo's care, Resin had immediately run after the bear that had caused his injury. It was headed in the direction of the Ashen pack, perhaps picking up the smell of young pups. Easy prey for a beast of its size. Strange though for a bear to be so intent upon eating wolves. There were many in this land, it seemed. First the cave bear, now this one. Though it hadn't stayed to eat Magnus. Perhaps there was something wrong with it?

Resin followed the trail of blood left by a deep bite in the bears neck. Something for the beast to remember Magnus by. It had made it all the way to the shrine before the ash and onyx woman caught up to it. As she approached, she could see the creature shaking its head in confusion. She could hear its groans and there was an odd smell in the air. It seemed ill, which would explain its attack and its hunt for an easy meal. Well... it wouldn't get one today.

Coming up behind the bear, the big woman sank her teeth into its left haunch, swinging her blocky skull back and forth to rend and tear. The bear groaned aloud and swung, one paw outstretched to swipe her away, but she had released it and drew back a few paces. The beast, angered by the attack, followed. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. Snapping and snarling, Resin lured the bear away from the Ashen stronghold bit by bit.

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

The Warlord found her and the bear at the Shrine. He snarled at the sigh of her harrying the beast away. Fearless despite the injuries given to her from another beast at another time. White hot rage filled Seers vision at the memory of that attack. Of watching Resin get hurt and being powerless to prevent it. He would allow no such thing this time. With a scream, Marshal came down from the sky, his screech a war cry. It had been a long time since rage had consumed the titan beast, and the feel of it fed his companions. Bast came roaring out of the undergrowth, slashing at its feet with razor claws.

Lastly came the mountain of a wolf. Of the largest in the land, and near undefeated in matter of fighting and war. Rage clinging to him like a second skin as he came careening into the fight. He was a freight train without breaks, and he thundered into the back of the bears legs. Knocking its feet out from under it as it collapsed on the misty ground by the Shrine. Rage still consuming him, all fury and the need to keep what was his safe. the wolf that would be his lieutenant was left bleeding on the pack floor. Sirius did not know if he would fight again. Resin, at risk of a bears might once more, and relentless in her desire to keep the pack safe.

He roared his hatred at the bear, the aninilkstic sound leaving spittle in its fur, his dire fangs extended and bloody, as all sense fled from the berserker. He would tear this bear apart, layer by layer. Flay it alive, if that's what it took to keep his people safe and sate his bloodlust.

The bear was sick. She could see the strange, sunken eyes and the goo that seemed to bubble from its nose. As it gave chase, she almost felt sorry for it. What beast in its right mind would go up against a pack of wolves as strong as they were?

When its attention seemed to wane, Resin would rush forward, tail curled up over her spine and a snarl peeling her lips back to expose serrated teeth. The woman released a guttural snarl from the core of her being, fangs snapping at the ursine's face. With new gashes in its nose and muzzle, the bear shook its head and roared. It was then that Sirius arrived.

First the vulture dove down from the skies. Then the cat began inflicting wounds. Finally, the dire wolf himself barreled into the bear, knocking it from its paws. Though Sirius was enraged, his attack enraged the bear in turn. The rage seemed to wash away the confusion that its illness brought about. It stood on hind legs and roared its fury at its attackers. Big mistake. While the bear showed off its height, Resin was already running straight for it. The massive woman dove, her muscle filled weight slamming hard into the bears stomach. Again the ursine was knocked from its paws. This time, it was deposited upon its back. Attacking a bear while on its back wasn't easy as their strong arms could squeeze and snap a wolfs spine. Instead, Resin locked her jaws around one knee, head thrashing back and forth as before. The action tore the knee from its socket. This beast wouldn't be going anywhere now.

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

If asked afterwards, he would be forced to admit little memory of the fight itself. He was lost in himself, reason replaced with emotion. One that burned hot white through his veins untill he felt so alive. Always, always he had to be careful. Surrounded as he was by smaller, more breakable wolves. For all their fury and might, little could match the Warlord in a blood rage. He had not felt it consume him in so long, not since he had been solely Deathbells wolf. When he did not have a pack that relied on his sanity.

There something good in the purity of letting go. Not having to trend lightly or be gentle. He tore chunks of fur and skin from the back of the bear. He rendered flesh with his claws. Marshal harried it from the sky, and Bast took on a weaving, in-put pattern of fighting. Resin took it from the front, adding to the Warlords rage. White and red spittle from his maw, the deranged leader continued to tear and render. He began to expose tendrils and sinew, bone and fountains of blood. He tore until he found spine. Resin tore part its knee, and Sirius reached spine. He pulled it apart like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Until it was twitching and alive, in pain too terrible to describe. Alive, but never to move again, never to hurt his wolves, to injure his Resi. Still he tore, hunks of meat, ripped but not eaten. Muzzle, paws, chest, red with its life blood.

With one knee shredded, Resin moved to the other. Again, teeth tore into muscle and cartilage, pulling it all free. It seemed as though it wasn't necessary, however. Sirius was letting himself go. He was losing control. If anyone understood the need for bloodshed, it was Resin. She had been groomed and raised to do just what Sirius was doing. Losing herself in bloodlust and rage... it had been what she had been born for. She knew that there were times when one needed this, and so she stepped back, letting him have his way with the quickly dying bear.

As she waited for him to finish, the scarred woman began to clean the blood from her face and paws. This was one bear that would never harm another again. Hopefully, with the mass amounts of ursine blood spread across the territory, it would serve as a message to other bears that this was definitely not the place to be.

There was so much anger in him. So much rage and pent up frustrations. For all the things he couldn't change. For all the wolves he was duty bound to protect. For the way he had molded his personality to fit this world, and lost a little of himself along the way. For the darkness he could have been, if just a few branches in his life had led the other way. He pulled apart the spine until the bear lost its ability to even breath. He was washed in blood, along with the grass by the shrine. Droplets had made its way to the misty water, and he could see hints of red beneath the surface. So much blood when one tears apart a bear. Once he stood, breath shuddering and quivering, above the ruin of the bear's corpse, he caught the scent of further life. Something beyond him moved, cleaned blood from its fur. Watched him. He felt it there. He crept forward, eyes darkened with insanity, fur once black and silver now dyed a deep burgundy. He sought out this next threat, this wolf nearly as large as he, with blood on its breath. The titan launched himself at it, using clumsy tactics of bulk and power in an attempt to knock it from its feet. "Speech" Sirius Fatalis vs Resin for Spar Round 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted *Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter Specialty: Weaponsmaster

And just like that, he lost control. She could see it in his eyes. The way that he breathed. His body was tense, nostrils flaring. He still wanted to kill. She had been that way once. Only time and practice had allowed her to be able to flip that switch off on her own. If anyone else had seen what she had done to Iolaire's father though... It put the massacre'd bear to shame.

Reflexively, Resin found her paws. She knew what was coming before Sirius even barreled towards her. Only once would she give him a chance to regain his composure. "Sirius..." she spoke his name in her growling tones. Too little, too late. The dire wolf launched himself at her. Though not much bigger, the few inches that he had on her made a difference. He was slower. His rage seemed to make him slower still, his moves clumsy.

Resin sidestepped, easily avoiding the diving wolf. It was difficult to change direction in mid air, so the woman planted her paws and launched herself back at him, intent on ramming her head into his ribcage to hopefully knock the air out of him. She would not use her teeth. She never did unless the one being fought was an enemy. Sirius was lost in his mind, but he was not an enemy.

Resin Scarpaw vs Sirius for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year.
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed leather bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Crocodile armor
Companion 1: Side-striped jackal, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Side-striped jackal, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Serrated fangs - Offensive
Disability: Partial blindness - Moderate
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Knight

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

His initial attack was thwarted, and he snarled as he sailed past his foe. He could scent nothing but blood. The bears ichor coated him from snout to toes, and the blue of his eyes seemed so pale as to be starlight behind the black framing of his face. As he fought to regain his balance, to sate the burning in his veins, the creature struck. Hitting his ribs so hard they groaned beneath his flesh. Air whooshing from his lungs as she physically pushed him back a step. The mist around his eyes began to clear, he blinked, confused, as he began to assess what was happening around him. Resin was there, the blood, torn to ribs. His veins, rich with adrenaline and the fading taste of anger in his muzzle. His limbs began to shake, and he fell into the familiar patterns of a spar. Centering himself on his familiarity, of the strict training of his body. “Resin” he said softly, so she would know he was himself, know that he meant her no lasting harm. That he was sane as he rolled on his ankles, and lunged at her. Aiming still to knock his heavier weight against her. Controlled, calculated, as he sought to latch his fangs into the back of her neck. The fight burning free the last of his rage. "Speech" Sirius Fatalis vs Resin Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted *Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter Specialty: Weaponsmaster

His ribs bent beneath her blow and his breath wheezed from him. The strike did what she had aimed to do and brought him back to himself, though the mist of rage was slow to clear. He let her know that he had recovered his sanity by saying her name, just as she had said his own to him. It seemed as though he needed more. A cool down from the bloodlust that had claimed his mind prior.

The man lunged towards her, jaws open wide. His weight slammed into her, but her hind paws had been planted. Rather than allow him to sink his teeth into her neck, she rose on hind paws, giving him her shoulder instead. His fangs sinking into the scar tissue brought on a burning, searing pain.

Rising up had given her the stance that she was searching for. Still, she would not use teeth. Bringing her head down with force, Resin intended to slam her forehead against that of the man locked onto her shoulder. She should have been born a ram.

Resin Scarpaw vs Sirius for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year.
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed leather bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Crocodile armor
Companion 1: Side-striped jackal, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Side-striped jackal, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Serrated fangs - Offensive
Disability: Partial blindness - Moderate
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Knight

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

And the winner is...

RESIN

SIRIUS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 4.6 83.6 64 5 SIRIUS' total is.. 196.5 Adjusted rolls: 147.2 16.8 64 54 RESIN'S total is.. 310.24