Dust. Bones. War. Worship. He swallowed against the scent of sweat, blood, and rage that seeped into this wasteland like a cloying oil. His wide paws traveled her for learning, knowledge, to teach his body how to react and fight. How to defend, and make the right moves to win. He can do this. He was going to be a shield and you can't become a shield by lying in the woods, he had to know how others fought and where their defenses lay.

He called to the dead wind, a long lonesome tune of welcome, to spar, to practice. So far his opponents had been friends and allies. Would he know or come to know his next one? His ivory and dusky winged swallow-tailed kite soared overhead. His friend Dagdrin, a dangerous Fossa, clung to his heel and melded into his matching fur.

in his step was no consideration of the lost lives he literally stepped on- massive paws crushing over skulls of wolves who lost their battles. the boneyard was a barren, wasted landscape. it smelt of death itself, while he made his way through it. it's then a call from someone familiar rang through the shuddering air. his eyes narrowed as his ears became erect, his body galloping heavily over the terrain as he followed through with the invitation of a spar.

what better way to cash out his frustrations with fic? a part of him hoped they wouldn't mention the dame's name. not today, not now as it as still such a sensitive topic to bear. but he couldn't hold that against the noble bloke named eltrys if he did. earning his respects nonetheless. noting and remembering eltrys's good deeds.

its some time before he comes to meet eltrys head on. offering a silent nod of acknowledgement and respect for eltrys before he slipped on his armor. "Eltrys." he greeted the man, eyes narrowed as he sized him up before suddenly bursting into action with a strong plunge forward, attempting to clash into the other with his metallic skull mask. he wouldn't aim to do serious damage.


Érebos vs Eltrys for Spar
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Skills: Advanced fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

Out of the winds came a towering formidable figure. Familiar to the Guardian. Known to Eltrys as Erebos, the mate of the dainty woman Fic... though... if the scents were right he couldn't detect the flowery scent of the creamy woman, not fresh at least, not from here.

"Erebos." He greeted in turn and dipped his head as he waited for Erebos to fit his accoutrement.

His gear was interesting, shining, and fierce. Eltrys felt like his own helm would break against such material! Time to figure out how their gear held up and if he needed to find a way to upgrade.

The battle was on as Erebos charged toward Eltrys! Eltrys held his ground and braced with his antlers held low. They clashed and the reverberation vibrated down his spine as helm met helm. He hissed as his spine threatened to buckle. Eltrys was pushed back by Erebos's superior size and build but he used the momentum backward to sidestep and throw his head to the side hoping to have Erebos pass him and unlink their helms. He aimed to destabilize the brute by swinging his spiked vested body against the heavier side of Erebos in the same direction.



Eltrys vs Erebos for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Face shield with antlers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather vest and breastplate
Companion 1: Fossa, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Swallow-tailed Kite, Female - Flying
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Professor

they met in a fierce clash, their helmets knocking into one another. eltrys, although smaller, held his ground as a skilled fighter. providing a struggle for the dire wolf. a snarl of frustrating rippled aloud, erebos signaling his hawk to swoop down to claw at entry's exposed hips. in turn, they boys finally did release their helmets, erebos being pushed to the side as sharp spikes unexpectedly entered his right side. he snarled, moving away to free his body & turn around with a newfound sense of anger that fueled his next plunge forward. a relentless brute, erebos hoped to send his horns into their hind limbs.


Érebos vs Eltrys for Spar
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Skills: Advanced fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: n/a

A high pitch-trilling song was the only warning the hawk would get before the Swallow-tailed Kite, Feyr, came swooping in to intervene it's attack on Eltrys.

Eltrys didn't destabilize Erebos, it seemed to only inflame him! The guardian leaped back to regain his senses and try a different tactic. He didn't leap back far enough when Erebos drove his horned helm toward his hind legs. Eltrys barely had time to skip away when one of the horns grazed his leg and he snarled in pain. But with Erebos's head so low it offered the opportunity for Eltrys to lunge and grasp the larger male's nape, hook a leg under his shoulder, and drive him down to the ground.





Eltrys vs Erebos for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Face shield with antlers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather vest and breastplate
Companion 1: Fossa, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Swallow-tailed Kite, Female - Flying
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Master Intellectual

"Speech!"

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And the winner is...ELTRYS

ELTRYS

ÉREBOS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ELTRYS: Attack Roll: 29 Defense Roll: 5 Agility Roll: 83 Perception Roll: 87 Total: 204 Attack[29] + 25% Bonus[7.25]: 36.25 Defense[5] + 15% Bonus[0.75]: 5.75 Agility[83] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 83.00 Perception[87] + 35% Bonus[30.45]: 117.45 Total[242.45] + 15% Bonus[36.37]: 278.82 ÉREBOS: Attack Roll: 42 Defense Roll: 4 Agility Roll: 15 Perception Roll: 45 Total: 106 Attack[42] + 30% Bonus[12.60]: 54.60 Defense[4] + 20% Bonus[0.80]: 4.80 Agility[15] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 15.00 Perception[45] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 45.00 Total[119.40] + 15% Bonus[17.91]: 137.31

the fight moved so fast, like a blur. erebos found himself frustratingly pinned, his body held by the nape as eltrys mounted over him. the fight was obviously finished.. dreadfully so. growling, he glanced at the floor in obvious yet conflicted submission. the other didn't rub it in- offering at least some respect for erebos to gather himself accordingly. his harsh gaze finally did find eltrys as they both disengaged. his face then returned to the stoic wall it usually was. however, a tinge of frustration still hung within his eyes. "If I may.. I wish to learn to spar like you." a huge move for such an egoistically male.. it was not spoken easily let alone with delight. but if erebos was to improve, he needed the right pointers. who better than eltrys? he began to feel silent admiration for the brute.

"Speech"

Eltrys drove Erebos to the ground and held the dire wolf fast to the earth with a leg trapped within his own. He had succeeded in besting the dire. With a curt huff, Eltrys released his opponent and took a few steps back. He shook his own fur to clear his nerves from the fight.

He turned back to the larger male with a curious and open expression. Erebos had requested a few pointers! Quite the step for the hulking figure!

"I think you're doing rather well in most respects," Eltrys commented. He looked up and went over the fight in his mind, how did he get the better of Erebos in the first place? "You're a powerhouse no doubt, and you gave me quite the graze!" Eltrys remarked, pointing to the mark on his leg, it'll surely bruise but perhaps not scar.

"I think you're relying too much on your strength. If you're focused too much on pushing forward, then it'll be easier to use your momentum to knock your feet out from under you. You want to stay standing as long as possible."

He had an idea.

"Here, let's toss our helms and square off again. I'm going to try picking up your feet but you're going to keep me from touching them as much as possible." He suggested.

Let's see if Erebos was ready for a good paws-on lesson.

eltrys complimented him, stroking his ego just enough to make erebos more receptive to constructive criticism. noting once, erebos listened carefully as he gauged their perspective & insight. erect ears cupped towards the other's voice, eyes glistening as they scanned over eltrys face. "okay."

he tossed aside his amors and stood in a defensive stance, trying his best implement what was said. aligning his neck to his shoulders, he went low and came towards eltrys with a closed maw, intending to do no serious harm. rather a wrestle as he kept mind of his footing- spreading them apart and planting them into the ground as he moved in a jagged, bursting way to keep his paws away from eltrys.

Eltrys nodded and took his helm off and his vest and set them to the side. He motioned for his Fossa companion to guard them and nodded up to Feyr, his kite, to rest.

He set himself then to square off with the larger male. Eltrys watched Erebos with a critical eye, his stance was good, but then he pushed forward with intent to wrestle. His movement betrayed his impatience. Eltrys sidestepped the heavy brute and made to grab his paw. Erebos moved in a jerking fashion, successfully slipping his paw away from Eltrys but the movement was subsequently unbalancing his pose. Eltrys pushed his shoulder into Erebos's same shoulder where he lifted his leg. Showing that his movement had unbalanced him.

"Hmmm..." Eltrys stepped back a moment, "You are a mountain trying to move like a butterfly. You're solid, you're large, use that to center yourself. You are a mountain Erebos, become immovable." Eltrys then pushed his paws into the brute's shoulder, his paws solid on the ground.

"Yes! I could never knock you over like this. How about instead of pulling away from my attempts at your feet, lean into it? Put all your weight on the leg I'm trying to pull!"

Eltrys then went to scoop at a leg and it was placed solidly on the ground, like a tree. "Yes! Excellent! You are a mountain. Let your enemies come to you! Let them tire themselves out before you even lift a leg!" Yes!

"Let them come within range of you, that's when you strike. Like a mountain slide, and an earthquake." Eltrys said dodging one of Erebos's swipes and Eltrys came to grab another leg.

"Eltrys"

he learned quickly, discovering his weak spots as eltrys demonstrated his error. balance and using his weight to center himself.. it all made sense. "yes, I see." he listened as they wrestled, eltrys dodging his swipes and redirecting him to lean into it. so he does- his toes splaying as he planted himself firmly into the ground, becoming unmovable and centered in his weight as he pushed against eltrys's frame with a stronger, more united blow.


the guardian's praise was warmly met, Érebos finding himself with a slight smile as he felt a surge of appreciation for the lessons they shared. "How not to exhaust myself so quickly though, eltrys?" he sough to know, body moving as he braced for eltrys to come at him again.

The dire wolf was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Eltrys barely avoided his powerful swings. He noted the male was taking his advice to heart and he was gladenned! Eltrys always felt a warmth when he felt like he could teach someone! If his knowledge helped better those around him he desired to help it!

"Hah!" Eltrys laughed as the large man swiped again and pushed onward, "You do that by watching your opponent and slowing down. Hold yourself back and practice patience. You strike only when they're close enough to you. Let them run circles around you, and work on enduring, avoiding, or defending their blows. Like an immovable object. You lie in wait for the right moment, just long enough to get the upper hand and they've expended quite a bit of effort already. Swipe when they least expect - hoho! Yes! Just like that!" Eltrys was smiling warmly and retreated his onslaught. That last swipe grazed his throat. He was panting.

"I yield." He called out breathlessly. He had been dancing around the brute with his soft blows, pretending to be a swift opponent for Erebos to get the upper hand. And the male did! All those days watching his brothers practice and the guards run their drills every morning were finally paying off.


"Speech!"

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