Tyrfing had found a new confidence upon his success with slaughtering the mouse and shot out from the den in the early morning for adventure number three. Already an exceptionally skilled hunter if he did say so himself, Fin decided he needed to improve himself in the way of combat. Fireside boasted some pretty decent fighters or so he’d heard, and now he’d give them all the chance to prove themselves. One day when he was a superstar expert, they could point over at him and whisper ‘hey, I beat that guy once-upon-a-time.” Although the chance for the boast was small in Fin’s opinion, as the lion-hearted pup decided he’d never ever lose a single battle anyways. He popped up onto a piece of discarded machinery so he could get the height he needed to project his voice. It was a hell of an effort, and by the time he scurried up to the top he was huffing and puffing already with exertion. This was something he needed to climb more often, it seemed. Working his body into perfection would take time, however, and time was something he didn’t have while he was still under curfew. Atop the machine he tipped back his head and barked loudly, his forepaws lifting up each time he sounded off. To any nearby Fireside members, the call said “I’ve been unleashed! Fight me, If you dare!” "Speech" "Thinking" "You." table art by nightauctor

Dagrún yawned and stretched out her front legs, claws peeking out from their sheathes long enough to tickle the ground before disappearing back into feline-like paws. She'd been napping under the tractor towards the front. There was a den below the tractor but she didn't feel like seeing if someone was home after struggling to sleep the night before. The nap had done her good. She was feeling better, ready to go exploring and finding some new things when she heard movement. There was scraping and the sound of claws on the thing above her. She poked her head out from behind a deflated tire and looked up to see her brother climbing up. Moments later he made his declaration and she bounded out from her spot. "I dare! I dare! Come down here and get me!" She grinned and scrambled back before whirling around to face him, front legs extended in a play bow.

To his surprise his call was not answered by an extremely brave adult but instead by his sister, and his lips pulled up in a daring and mischievous grin. The fight would be way more fair than Fin expected it to be, and he slowly worked his way down the machinery to meet her in super serious battle. Getting down was a lot harder then getting up, and by the time he made it to the ground and straightened to look over at her, he felt some of his intimidation factor had definitely faded away. "Then we fight! And the loser has to..." He looked around, his face scrunching up in thought. "The loser has to go pull dad's tail." Fin decided it was a fair punishment for a loss. If it sounded fair as well to Dag, he'd allow his sister the first move. The pup spread his legs wide, his tail cutting through the air excitedly behind him. "Okay, ready!" He could barely contain his enthusiasm, and his paws gently tapped off and back onto the ground as he struggled to hold his position. "Speech" "Thinking" "You." table art by nightauctor

Dagrún's tail waved wildly as she watched her brother climb down off the weird thing. She couldn't wait to start! She bounced a little, shuffling from side to side to he reached the ground and she stilled. Tyrf laid down the conditions and she giggled. "You're on!" She'd love to see Tyrfing pull dad's tail, she just had to beat him first. Her fur stood on end and her ears flicked back as her brother stated that he was ready. Alright then! Ladies first!

Dagrún eyed her brother for a moment before bounding forward with a high-pitched squeak of a growl. She aimed to bite one of his ears while trying to wrap her arms around his neck. He was bigger and heavier than her but it wouldn't stop her from trying. She didn't really have a plan, she was just attacking, moving completely on instinct. She hoped to win and show just how tough she was despite being smaller.

Dagrún Finnvi vs Tyrfing for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Under 6 Months
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Tyrfing was hyper-focused, so focused that it faded into distraction. He zoned fully with thoughts of the impending battle and how best to win, that it wasn't until Dag's teeth were upon his ear that he was able to make himself retaliate. "Ouch!! Dagger Dag!" He accused sharply, first attempting to shake the feeling from his head but realizing once more that - oh, it's not a bug, it's a fight! Her arms lifted to wrap around his neck and instinctively he moved to mirror her grapple, his fluffy and wide cat paws aiming to land upon her shoulders with claws unsheathed, his small muzzle lashing out towards her exposed cheek as she held onto his sensitive ear. Tyrfing Finnvi vs Dagrún Finnvi for Spar Round 1/? Age: under 6 months Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Companion 1: Black-chinned hummingbird, Male - Flying Mutation 1: Cat paws - Offensive Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A "Speech" "Thinking" "You." table art by nightauctor

Dagrún's tail wagged as she chewed on her brother's ear. Success! She inwardly cheered at what she considered to be howls of pain. She was indeed fierce and mighty. She could feel his head shake and she sought to bite down even harder, the angle made it impossible for Tyr to turn his head far enough to get at her cheek for when his head turned it dragged her head with it. However when he reached up and clawed her she yelped, losing her grip. "Hey, no claws!" Fine, if he waned to play that way then she was game to. She unsheathed her own claws and tried to dig into his neck with her left claws while seeking to graze his side with her right. Her jaws lunged for his scruff at the same time. She wasn't used to feeling pain but she was quickly learning that she didn't like it and it made her angry.

Dagrún Finnvi vs Tyrfing for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under 6 Months
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Tyrfing struggled against gravity and physics to try and bite against the cheek, frustrated growls pouring from his jaws as each time the movement simply moved his target further away. Thankfully his claws had her release her grip, for the mighty puppy might have continued his useless attempts forever otherwise. "Teeth are worse then claws!" He insisted back, and then her own claws were upon him and he yelped out again. "Nevermind claws are worse!!" The feel of the tiny needle feet upon his neck was painful and made him want to end this quickly. He was bigger than her, so he threw his weight forward as she aimed to bite upon his scruff. His intent was to barrel her over with his superior weight and put her on her back below him. Tyrfing Finnvi vs Dagrún Finnvi for Spar Round 2/2 Age: under 6 months Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Companion 1: Black-chinned hummingbird, Male - Flying Mutation 1: Cat paws - Offensive Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A "Speech" "Thinking" "You." table art by nightauctor

And the winner is...

Dagrun

Tyrfing must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Dagrun: Adjusted: 44.85    15.75    88    88 Total Score:    165.62 Tyrfing: Adjusted: 52.8    75.6    39    4.4 Total Score:    120.26