It's verbatim and it's shakin'

R̶ E̶ D̶ R̶ U̶ M̶

As the boy padded across the plain, his crimson fur gleamed under the sun's warm embrace. Redrum couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through his veins. The air crackled with anticipation, the very ground beneath his paws seeming to pulse with the energy of countless battles fought and won. He wanted to make his own mark here, in time.

With each step, Redrum felt a surge of adrenaline, his senses sharpening as he prepared to spar once more. He knew that through combat, he would feel more self assured. It would be a proving ground of sorts, and he could reclaim that confidence he’d lost after his attack.

As he reached the designated sparring grounds, Redrum's gaze swept over his surroundings with a fire in his golden eyes. He rolled his shoulders forward before letting loose a call – another challenge to whomsoever answered it.

murder

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It's not far. Björn knows it's not far. The battlefield is just down the mountain, and Kanin is hot on his heels. The dog makes no secret of tailing the child, watching him openly. His father's instructions had been clear-- watch, don't meddle. The boy needed to learn. If he's going to wander, he's going to learn how to fight his own battles. Fair enough. Sharp gaze, he'd pick all the fights. All of them. No sooner had he arrived on the battlefield, than the call rang out. Gaze sharp, eyes narrowed on the source of it. Drawing to his full height, the boy approached. Steady, sharp gaze. Watching. No, he wouldn't hold his breath as he took the other boy in. Openly sizing him up as he draws to face the apparent source of the call. "You called?" Narrowing his eyes, hunching his shoulders forward. He's ready, and he's fucking excited. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Björn Trygg vs Redrum for spar
Round 0/?
Age: under six months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Navigator

It's verbatim and it's shakin'

R̶ E̶ D̶ R̶ U̶ M̶

As Redrum waits for his opponent to come, he stretches and warms up his muscles for movement. Mentally listing off what his defenses should be, how he should attack whosoever comes depending on size and weight… And then, came his counterpart – a fellow pup, eyes sharp and posture poised, exuding a confidence that mirrored Redrum's own. The other boy looked younger, but was probably the same size as him.

’You called?’, The nameless challenger spoke, his shoulders rolling to signal his readiness, and Redrum reciprocated with a defensive stance of his own. He faced the dark gray boy, eyes trailing up blaze that climbed between icy eyes. Redrum’s gaze locked in a silent exchange of acknowledgement, his own golden gaze narrowing as he let a grin slip past his lips. He stood firm, muscles coiled, ready to unleash his potential in this battlefield. Then he moved, taking a straightforward approach to the battle. He would try to snap at the other boy’s face, paws lashing outward to try and grapple him.

Redrum vs Björn Trygg for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty:

murder

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A rakish grin plays across Björn's features, head tossing. He can't help himself, energy coursing through his system. Electric. Every bit of him, fucking electric. Chomping at the metaphorical bit. Agreement, acknowledgement, this was simply sport for the two boys. What is it they say-- boys will be boys? Something like that. In the same instant, Björn rushes to meet his opponent. Sundering steps, throwing his weight forward as he closes the gap. Feeling the red boy's teeth as they make contact with his muzzle, a near-manic giggle escaping as he feels the velveteen skin break. His jaws open, snapping, Björn returns fire as best he can. Reaching, grabbing, meaning to rip and tear should he take hold. As for his challenger's paws? Björn sinks his weight over his haunches, hard. If his opponent meant to go up, he'd lower his center of gravity. Neck arching, striking out with his budding horns. Pressing forward-- though they weren't as impressive as they'd be in his adulthood, they should get the job done. He hoped. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Björn Trygg vs Redrum for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under six months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Navigator

It's verbatim and it's shakin'

R̶ E̶ D̶ R̶ U̶ M̶

As Redrum's teeth made contact with the boy’s muzzle, drawing a trickle of scarlet and the taste of metal, the vermillion boy couldn’t help but feel pleased at his successful attack. But the fight was not over yet. His opponent responded in kind, his own jaws snapping with a fervor. He had aimed to grasp Redrum's face with his jaws, ready to rip and tear should he gain purchase. And his attack would land, a snap against Redrum’s cheek instantly earned a snarl from the long-eared boy. A trickle of blood that so matched his crimson coat fell just below his eye.

Undeterred, his opponent then sank his weight low, anchoring himself to the battlefield floor. He struck out with his budding horns, which hit Redrum straight and square in the chest, eliciting a rough chuckle and grimace as Redrum grinned with all his teeth visible. Alright. Business meant business.

Redrum craned his neck, twisting his body to the left as he reared back away from those troublesome buds that surely had left a bruise or two, then he drew his skull back only to attempt to slam them back down onto his opponent's nape.

Redrum vs Björn Trygg for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty:

murder

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The snapping and the snarling came from both boys in the moment-- holy shit. Holy shit, this was fun. Really, Björn was having the time of his life. Why was this better than sparring with his brothers? Really coming to life fighting against someone from outside the house, where no one else could see them. They're in the business of scrapes and bruises, and Björn could feel the toll this was starting to take on his muscles. Gritting his teeth, determined to finish this strong, he dug in deep. As his opponent took a moment to lift his head, Björn recoiled. He jerked backward, jaw skyward, skull driving up. Building as much power as he could, starting from the ground up, he launches. While Björn had been hoping to launch himself at the boy, leading with his head and starting with his shoulder, he doesn't quite realize the danger. On his current trajectory, they may end up smashing head to head. That's certainly one way to end things... right? BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Björn Trygg vs Redrum for spar
Round 2/2
Age: under six months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Navigator

And the winner is...

Redrum

Björn must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Björn: Attack Roll: 26 Defense Roll: 62 Agility Roll: 71 Perception Roll: 14 Total: 173 Attack[26] + 20% Bonus[5.20]: 31.20 Defense[62] + 15% Bonus[9.30]: 71.30 Agility[71] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 71.00 Perception[14] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 14.00 Total[187.50] + -30% Bonus[-56.25]: 131.25 Redrum: Attack Roll: 6 Defense Roll: 56 Agility Roll: 82 Perception Roll: 84 Total: 228 Attack[6] + 20% Bonus[1.20]: 7.20 Defense[56] + 10% Bonus[5.60]: 61.60 Agility[82] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 82.00 Perception[84] + 10% Bonus[8.40]: 92.40 Total[243.20] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 243.20