There was so much excitement to be had in your first birthday, but Tyrfing's most looked forward to milestone was the day he could step from the Fireside borders 'legally'. At least, he assumed he'd be allowed to leave and adventure now that he was a yearling, but he'd intentionally avoided asking the question just in case his parents had reason to keep him locked behind the fences just a little longer. Already he'd had a few battles, mostly with his siblings and the cows Fireside raised, but today he was ready for a real match. Something unpredictable and adult-like. He was ready to prove to himself, his family, and his Gods that he was a perfect viking specimen and a source of pride for those who would watch him grow. He tipped his head back and howled, calling any to him who would 'dare' to accept his challenge. Through the tone of his voice one could likely assume his age, and through the way it wavered near the end and cut off suddenly, one might rightfully assume that this particular yearling was not exceptionally experienced or skilled. Tyrfing only hoped whomever answered his call wasn't some ridiculously powerful warrior with a hundred fights beneath his belt, and that he could stand a chance in the upcoming fight. "Speech"

Grumbling, Calamity dragged herself to the battlefield. There had been upset in Ashen lately and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it all. Normally she would retreat to the temple to pray, but even there she felt strange and out of place. No matter how she looked at it, Calamity fought the dreadful sense that she was finally losing her home. The thought made her angry - not just angry, it had revealed a roiling black pit of frustration and self-hatred. Cala hated that she'd sat by while Venom and Hattori had molded the pack into something she no longer recognized. Hated that she'd let it happen without a word. Now, she was surrounded half by wolves who barely spoke her language and the other half who were afraid to worship in the old ways. Even her connection with her father felt tenuous at best. When she got home she would beg Obi and Toxicity to help her with a brew to share her dreams with him once more. She needed guidance.

A battle would be the perfect thing to cut some of this ugly tension. It wasn't long before she heard someone call out for a challenge. Calamity trotted glibly towards the source of the sound and found a stripling of a boy there to greet here. She tilted her head this way and that, then rolled her shoulders back once. Oh well. A fight is a fight. With a grunt to signal that she would begin, the lithe female lowered her head and pointed her antlers towards her opponent. She waited another breath to let him prepare himself, then charged towards him.

Calamity vs Tyrfing for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

It didn't take long for an opponent to show herself, and Tyrfing's every nerve lit up with excitement. It wasn't a yearling like himself, but a young woman full grown but not quite his height. The intuitive boy thought perhaps she looked sad, but that wasn't the point of their spar today - perhaps afterwards he could ask her if she was okay, if adults ever made friends with children. "I'm ready." He insisted, seeing she gave pause for him to prepare. Moments later she charged, and he eyed those fast-moving antlers with a sudden panic of oh, god, what do I do?? Sidestepping so fast he tripped over his own feet, he missed having himself gored by the sharp mutations. His forelegs buckled and his knees hit the dirt, but she was still coming so the yearling knew he had to act. He pushed off the ground and aimed to land a bite upon her shoulder, throwing his weight into it with hopes to knock her off balance so he could find his footing again. Tyrfing vs Calamity for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Companion 1: Black-chinned hummingbird, Male - Flying Mutation 1: Cat paws - Offensive Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Hunter "Speech"

Cala grunted as she saw him fall out of the corner of her eye. She did feel a twinge of guilt - he was young. But he was here at the Battlefield; it was a fair fight. She just needed to get some of this excess energy out. It had festered and stewed for so long. This spar finally felt like the beginning of a release. No Ashen wolves hid at the corner of her vision, judging her combat skills with impassive stares. No. She only had to meet her own expectations here. Even if those expectations were currently quite low. Tyrfing regained his balance quickly and aimed a blow for her shoulder. Her slightly smaller size worked in her favor. Calamity dropped her shoulder briefly, stumbling as she did so. His teeth glanced off the top curve of her shoulder. It wasn't a full bite, but she felt the tender skin stretched tight across the bone of her shoulder bruise. Skidding in the dirt, Calamity gathered her paws back underneath herself and used the momentum to whip around so she now faced his rear. With a sly grin, she reached out to grab at the base of his tail and pull him back on to his butt in a sitting position.

Calamity vs Tyrfing for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A