"Of course I will." Came Arietta's simple reply to her beloved. But while the others all charged forward, she would linger for a moment, staying back to ready her children to flee with Squirrel. After giving her goodbyes the femme would turn, racing towards the fray. The small creature was not afraid of losing this war, no. What she was afraid of was losing her freedom. There was more risk to this than met the eye, and she would fight her hardest to make sure nothing happened to any of the members of Hellstrom. Her gaze would fall on a male who stood at the ready on the other side. Hackles would raise, shoulders rolling forward as her eyes narrowed. Her ears would pin flat against her skull, tail aligned with her spine. Jaws would part as she aligned her head to her spine. Chin would tuck forward, legs and toes spread, as claws bit into the soil. It was time. Arietta would charge, attempting to head off towards the male’s left {her own left}. She would aim to slide up beside him, seeking to ram her right shoulder into his back left leg at the knee and knock it out from under him. Her jaws would part, tiling to her right {the left side of Quelt} to sink her fangs into the center of his left haunch. Finally she would throw her right forepaw forward, hoping to catch the man’s back left toes in a stomp. Arietta vs Quelt For Dominance || Spar:: 1/2 "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Dione

More and more wolves joined into the fight, both sides accounted for in some degree though from her counts, they vastly outnumbered their opponents. She had a wicked grin on her face, feeling herself slip into a familiar and comforting darkness as she spotted a greyscale man charging at her, teeth barred and ready to brawl. Luckily, she was too, as she had been keeping an eye on who was fighting who as more Hellstrom wolves arrived to try and defend against the invaders. Did they not know their attempts were futile? Calypsei recognized the man’s defenses as he rushed her, and she reacted according to how he moved. Her posture lowered, her eyes narrowing to focus on him and his actions, though her ears perked to listen for thuds heading towards her in case others decided to join in the fight. She had a snarl fierce on her maw as her legs spread to lower her center of gravity and make it harder to knock her down. Her toes splayed and she dug them into the ground, ready to brace for impact. Her fur bristled along her spine as her hackles raised, her banner displayed proudly while it lashed from side to side, aggression echoing off her in a fit of rage. Calypsei conceded the distance, allowing him to close it bit by bit before she reacted, a growl from her maw buried in the depths of her throat rose. She quickly sidestepped to the right, redistributing where she placed her weight and how she threw it around respectively, in order to avoid his attempted grip on her jaws, though she was not capable of dodging the attack completely. She felt teeth bury into her shoulder, hitting at her deltoid. She winced slightly, though she then attempted to ram her shoulder further into his mouth (COUNTER) to distract and attempt to angle his maw upward so she try and get a nice grip on his neck in order to force him to the ground. She would also attempt to slam her right paw down on his left, redistributing her weight when she lifted her paw up, to attempt to bruise. The pain in her shoulder did not inhibit her ability to fight or think clearly; though from a brief assessment she could tell that his teeth had left four puncture wounds roughly three centimeters in diameter that went about half an inch deep. She knew that if she was successful it would cause the wound to become worse, but it was the rewards that outweighed the risk if she could pull it off. Calypsei v. Naoise for DOMINANCE Round ONE of TWO Wolf Muscle Chart - Ref

Ooc:: Messed up on my directions in the first round. Shrike should have went left not right to end  up towards Ylva’s right. >< Directions. Shrike would fail to land his bite, the woman tilting her head away from him as she side stepped. His jaws would catch on nothing but air, clicking shut. His slam was successful on the other hand, however, catching the very end of the woman’s right breast, next to the bony part of her shoulder. With the bony part of his shoulder grinding against hers there would be some mild bruising of his own to worry about. He would not give up however, and readied himself for her counter attack. Shrike would duck his head, aiming to latch on to the woman’s right foreleg. Thanks to this downward shift Ylva’s jaws would land on nothing but thin air as well, leaving Shrike without any further damage for the moment. The boy would push with his hind legs, seeking to push his jaws onto Ylva’s leg to deepen his attempted bite. His shoulders were rolled forward, ears remaining pinned against his skull. Neck was scrunched up now, just to be cautious, and eyes were narrowed. Legs and toes were spread, claws biting into the soil as tail remained aligned with his spine. His muscles were tense and hackles raised to make himself look more intimidating. To finish off his attack Shrike would aim to sweep his right foreleg towards Ylva’s left foreleg, hoping to catch her off balance. Shrike vs Ylva for Maim {Right Ear} || Round:: 2/2 "Speech"

Table by:: Eldarwen

Her eyes narrowed as she moved her hind legs back which followed her front legs, however, his bite upon her right foreleg would hit. He would leave a moderate gash from his canines upon her leg. Ylva was infuriated by this and attempted to snap down upon his scruff to pry him off her leg.

Her legs were spread, claws sinking into the soil, her hackles raised and shoulders rolled forward. Her chin was tucked low. her tail still upward due to her seeming to want to be more dominate than the other wolf she happened to be fighting. Her limbs were bent, muscles soon became tense following.

She lifted her paw quickly to attempt to avoid being knocked off balance, however, her back legs were still stuck within the soil, her weight was evenly distributed throughout her body.

Ylva Vs. Shrike For Maim [Right ear]

Round 2/2

Evangeline's blood ran hot, sending tingles through her limbs. The excitement was thrilling, intoxicating, and addicting. She didn't want this adrenaline rush to end, but she knew that it inevitably would end, though of course Imperium's victory would surely be worthy consolation. It was all she could do not to fidget as she stopped within the bulk of the pack, but she managed to keep her lady-like demeanor intake, mostly. It was frustrating not to be right out in front as they had crossed over the border, but she could see over all of the Abaven wolves' heads anyway. She stuck her tongue out at Lillie's back directly in front of her, though Vana had deliberately lagged back around ten feet so she wasn't walking on Lilliana's heels. Of course she'd be in the front ranks sticking her nose into it like it was her siege.

Vana obsessively went over her defenses while she waited, everything that her daddy and her mother had taught her since she was little. Her head and tail, always held at a dominant angle, she forced to drop to be level with her spine for balance. Her shoulders she rolled forward to bunch up her scruff, her chin tilting to cover her throat. She widened her stance, and then adjusted her weight to be centered on all four feet. Her joints bent to lower her center of gravity slightly, her toes spreading and her claws digging in for the traction she would, hopefully, shortly need. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into the distance, her ears pressing flat against her skull to protect them.

The enemy suddenly appeared, first one white male that sneered at Bass (Vana could not blame him, but it still got her blood to surge in fury that he would have insulted Imperium by connection), then more as chaos suddenly burst into action in the form of the slave Hati as he threw himself forward and opened the floodgates for more fights. Despite her excitement Vana found herself suddenly indecisive, like a kid in a toy store who didn't know where to start first. So many wonderful possibilities!

But then her eyes narrowed in fury as she was faced with the sight of a huge, orange-throated monster bearing down on Lilliana with obvious ill intentions. Oh no she di'n't. Lilliana was an idiot who couldn't even fight but she was EVANGELINE'S idiot. Vana had claimed her first and no one else could beat her up, nobody!

Sidestepping to her own left to take her out of direct alignment with Lillie's hindquarters, she sought to charge forward in a series of bounds toward Amachi's right hip. Her right shoulder jutting forward with the sharp point aimed at Amachi's tender abdomen right in front of her hip, Vana attempted to smash her whole weight against it midway between back and stomach in the hopes of bursting internal organs with the force. As a healer she knew it was possible - it was one of those injuries that they needed to watch out for in hunters who got kicked or trampled. Redistributing her weight off her left forepaw, she attempted to wrap it around Amachi's left hindleg - the one furthest from Vana - just above the paw in an attempt to jerk it out from under her. Tilting her muzzle slightly to her left and lifting her head, she attempted to bury her fangs into the barely-taller Amachi's back right in front of her hips, her upper fangs aimed to grasp the left side of the bitch while her lower canines aimed for the right side in a bid to crush the spinal column and cripple the enemy. She'd cripple her one way or another - Bitch would pay for presuming to put paws to Vana's property.

EVANGELINE and LILLIANA vs AMACHI for PROTECTION FROM MAIM/COUNTER MAIM (crippling of achilles tendon in right hind leg)
Round 1/2?

Atreides marched along side his sister with his tail wagging and a broad grin on his face. Valen was leading them to war. He and Integra would get the chance to prove themselves to Valen and to the pack as worthy members. He would get recognized as a warrior like his father. It was what he'd spent his whole life longing for. What he'd spent his whole life preparing for. He cast his olivine gaze up to the sky searchingly a moment - would his father be proud of him? Would his mother? Were they watching over their children now?

He brought his gaze back down as they passed Hellstrom's border, and stopped to wait. The wait wasn't long - but words had barely been exchanged when Hati dropped his mask and went roaring after the opposing alpha. Trei stepped forward to where Hati had been, standing protectively over the skull he'd helped Hati retrieve from where Daegmar - the woman who had trained Atreides and his siblings after their father died, even though she hadn't had to - had killed the bear that had ultimately been her death. His eyes roved over the embattled wolves, seeking an opening of his own. Witness me, father, he sent the thought winging upward, for today I will prove myself as your son.

Naoise should have known that the female would have the chance to notice his charge. She would sidestep to her own right, displacing his bite to her middle of her left deltoid brachioradialis muscle. He would tighten his grip on the successful hold. There was no reason to give in now. Even if Hellstrom was to fall, he would fight until it stood again. These wolves... Were more like him than he realized. Naoise would dig his hind legs into the ground, redistributing his weight as his leg came back down. He’d step back with his left foreleg as well, aiming to pull back against the wound’s he’d create to deepen them. His ears remained pinned the whole while, hackles raised and eyes narrowed to protect them. Tail was aligned with his spine, legs spread, toes spread, and claws were biting the earth. His limbs were bent at the joints, his shoulders rolled forward, and weight evenly distributed. The girl would, at the same time, thrust her shoulder into his mouth, angling his head upward slightly, though he would shift his head so that his neck muscles were more rigid. He could taste her blood flowing into his mouth... A sickly sweet taste. He would feel slight pain as he began to raise his right foreleg upon his left forepaw, mild bruising being deliverer to the end of his toes. He would push through the pain, not that it was incredibly crippling, as he tried to bring his right forepaw down close to his opponent’s left foreleg to drag his claws down the length starting from the front center of her knee joint all the way down to her paw. Naoise vs Calypsei for Dominance || Round:: 2/2 "Talk" "You" Think

Table by:: Shelby

I talked to Keno and since there was no reaction from Naoise on the attempt to bite his neck, it is considered a hit.

She winced slightly as she felt her shoulder receive further injury; though not enough to distract her from the grip she got on his neck, her maw latching onto brachiocephalicus around the midpoint near the back towards the trapezius. Her wound was bleeding, staining her ocean blue fur with crimson red. She did not bite down on the neck, not wanting a repeat of her younger years where she had killed Aquarius. Instead, she turned her head, moving back to try and pry her shoulder out of her opponents grasp while also attempting to use her force to push her opponent to the ground. Her shoulder wound was now about five centimeters in diameter and two inches deep. She would surely seek out medical assistance after their siege was complete. She lifted her left foreleg, redistributing her weight as she did so to pull it back away from her opponent’s claws. She attempted to move it, and wrap it around his right leg to try and use it to help her attempt to push him to the ground and claim dominance over him. She was bristling, fur moving along her spine. She kept her weight balanced and her remaining ‘inactive’ legs remained spread evenly with their toes digging into the ground as she squared her shoulder, tensing her neck and scrunching it to create a fatty layer of protection from her scruff. Her eyes remained narrowed, her ears perked in listening as her tail continued to wave in an aggressive manner. This was it, the chance to prove herself at last. But… would she succeed? Calypsei v. Naoise for DOMINANCE Round TWO of TWO Muscle Reference Chart Injuries: Wound on left shoulder consisting of 4 puncture wounds about 5 centimeters in diameter and 2 inches deep.

It was time. He stalked near his brother and sister, amber gaze staring out at the already started fights as they lay hidden. He would motion to Takira, indicating for her to follow him. Brushing past his siblings, he would circle around some ways away from them so as not to completely give away their position. Though it wouldn't be given away anyhow, unless the onlookers had xray vision and could see through tall grass, it was impossible. He watched and waited, biding his time for the opportune moment. When amachi went after the girl he had thought about attacking at the challenge, his lip curled. He wanted in on the action as well. With a low growl, he touched Takira's flank with his twitching tail, the anticipation almost too much to bear. She had healed enough to fight, and even if she hadn't he knew she would fight anyway. He admired her for that. As he watched the fray, he noticed another girl go after Amachi, a growl rumbling in his throat at the woman's cowardice with an attack from behind. Two could play at that game. Without waiting another second, he would burst on scene as quietly and as quickly as possible, streaking towards her as he neared his target. His defenses would be thrown on, coming as easily and as naturally as breathing. Hackles bristled along his spine, tail flagged out to act as a rudder and aid in his balance as it fell to align with his spine. Head lowered over his throat aligning as well, chin tucking neatly as his ears pinned to his crown, amber gaze narrowed as he set his sights upon her. Toes spread across the ground as he ate it up, claws digging in to aid with traction. He bent his knees, lowering his center of gravity as his teeth bared in a silent snarl. Lastly, shoulders rolled forward to protect his neck as his scruff would bunch as well. And he would attempt to strike. All of his weight would be thrown forth, right shoulder jutting forward as he sought to close the distance between him and the enemy(Vana). He aimed to come at her right flank, to drive his shoulder into her right hind leg and smash into it, hopefully bringing the girl to the ground and potentially breaking the joint. However, he was not finished. Jaws opened wide, he would seek to place a bite on the same leg, potentially worsening any damage he might cause. Tilting his head to his left behind the girls right ankle, he sought to hook his upper canines around the back of her leg and lower canines sought to wrap around on the inside. He wanted to feel the bones and tendons give way and break. And to sever the tendons in that leg as well. Crippling her like she sought to cripple his pack mate. Simultaneously, his left forepaw would reach forward, weight redistributed evenly on his other grounded limbs, claws attempting to hook around her left hind foot and wrench it towards him, possibly making her fall to her left were he to be successful. Hopefully, his initial charge would have aided in knocking her over too. He wanted to see this bitch on the ground, but if his efforts became fruitless, he would push on. Fighting with everything he had, win or lose...they would be back. Enigma & Amachi VS Lilliana & Evangeline for MAIM (severing of tendon) Round: 1/2

It was Motif's desire to be beside Rhythm and Bass during the raging war. As they marched to enemies lands she kept pace with Bass, glancing around herself occasionally and grinning at Bass. It must be a fantastic feeling for him to be at the head of this army of mingled warriors – Abaven and Imperium. When they crossed the scent borders and marched to a clearing she took a deep breath and shook out her limbs, this was it. After that, everything fell into a mess, Hellstrom members appeared and either fell into battle or where set upon by the intruding force. She looked about them, the numbers where unfairly balanced in Abaven's favor and she didn't immediately lunge to battle. She was already here to take their lands, she would not be out to take limbs of maim them in the same stroke – she would await her moment to find herself in a fair fight, one on one with whatever members Hellstrom might have spare Walk, "Talk" Think

Takira had heard the call and had worriedly looked to N, she did not know any of this pack other than him but even so she would answer the call to arms. She was not afrid, or a cowered, even with her still healing leg she would fall into ranks behind the very ones who enslaved her... She limped slightly behind N keeping as close to him as she could among the chaos. She felt him brush his tail along her flank and it calmed her nerves enough to focus on the melee  in front of her. She was so awash with it all when N suddenly surged forward, racing off to one of our packmates. She did not let her mind think as she sprang after him, a slight limp in her hind right leg. But she did not let it slow her, she lowered her head over the soft underside of her neck, her ears pressed to her skull and her teeth bared. She kept her body mass low, centering her gravity as close to the ground as she could, her tail slightly raised to help her balance better. She kept her spine straight as she arrowed at the the other wolf (Lillianna). She slightly bent her legs as she would ram into the woman's right, using her left shoulder to help strange coated female (Amachi) muscle the red one down. Takira would aim to sink her teeth into the red ones scruff, trying to tear as large of a chunk as she could as she brought right foot up and swiped at her opponents front right leg, hoping to trip her up and lose her balance, and give her and her packmate a advantage in this battle. Enigma, Amachi & Takira VS Lilliana & Evangeline for MAIM (Broken Leg) Round ONE of TWO

"Speech"

He totally wasn't feeling anxious. Nope - not one bit of it. Okay, maybe a little, but how could he hold back the barrier of rattling emotions? He was putting up quite well so far, forcing his legs to trudge the trek over to the unfamiliar territory - or the battleground as it would soon unfold to be. The outside was a completely different story, as he remained calm with an aura of confidence. Head was held high with no emotion shown upon his face. He could do this, yeah, definitely. Think positive, he kept repeating to himself. Don't let them think you're weak, or worse - scared, 'cause you're not. He had been training for this for his entire life - ever since pup-hood when he had decided to be a fighter. This was it. This was his chance to prove his skills, worth and loyalty to Abaven.

Swallowed in the tide of wolves, Abaven and Imperium, the young man pushed his way through the crowd to reach the frontline, for he wouldn't find an opponent hiding at the back. By the time he arrived, everyone had flung themselves into action, finding opponents and settling into brawls. Some had doubled up, though he didn't feel so confident helping out in those scenarios, so instead his green gaze scanned the mass for his opportunity to strike - a wolf lost within the scene or someone just finishing off a spar, caught off-guard. Simultaneously, he kept alert of his surroundings, knowing that a wolf could attack from any angle and at any time. He would be prepared, automatically locking himself into a defensive stance, controlling the urge to scream out at the top of his lungs. Instead he sent a telepathic message to any of the defending canines. Fight me.

And the winner is...

SHRIKE

Due to edits without a posted reason, YLVA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Congratulations Shrike, the maim was successful and you may move onto your next fight.

Okay, what the fuck was all of this nonsense? With narrowed purple eyes she gazed at the pack of wolves that they were supposed to be fighting, only that the wolves from Hellstrom were all ganging up on the Abaven and Imp wolves. Mercy sneered, her eyes falling on the blood tainted man. He had insulted Bass for being a coward, and while she disliked the man, it would seem that this pack was one of cowards. "You call us cowards for bringing more wolves, but I think your paw is pointed in the wrong direction buddy! Your wolves are all ganging up and leaving none for me." She snarled at him. But he was fighting, and probably didn't hear her. She didn't give a shit. She was pissed right off. Her eyes had fallen on the blind dude who stood a distance off, but screw that. She wasn't going for the easy prey just because a bunch of these wolves were all fighting side by side. Stupid furballs. Her eyes fell on the fight that Vana had jumped in on, and her eyes narrowed. Should she get in on that action, or would the girl chew her out for getting into her fight? Yeah probably, she would lose a good patch of fur. Huffing again, she stalked through the wolves, shouldering passed fights as the smell of blood flooded her nostrils. There had to be someone to fight. "Dammit guys, get your asses out here so I can chew them off!" "SPEAK!"

Art by Evelyn

On your feet, come with me, we are soldiers stand or die Everything hinged on this battle.  At some point her nervousness faded into numb acceptance and finally into fierce determination.  It occurred to her at some point that this was the moment she had truly been waiting for.  The moment she could prove herself a loyal member of Imperium and at long last obtain her freedom and be fully reunited with her siblings.  Her family.  The only thing she had left in this world.  For her siblings she would do anything and when all hell broke out around her she remained as collected as she could.  She'd seen worse after all… she'd seen both her parents cut down right in front of her.  This?  This was nothing. Integra's attention was drawn immediately to the massive woman, larger than Valentine, with her strange markings barelling right towards an earthen Abaven fae.  In an instant Evangeline was in the fray followed by a white male and black female.  Integra felt a hot burning anger swell in her gut as well as the sharp fear that came with knowing her fellow healer was in harms way.  She knew Evangeline could take care of herself but something about the other girl being in danger just made Integra hurt. Her defenses set, her training with Dægmar and the rogues settling on her frame as naturally as her fur.  Her skull and tail moved to align with her spine, chin tucking against the curvature of her neck as her shoulders rolled forward and her neck scrunched back.  Her hackles stood on end as she moved her limbs equidistant apart, her weight evenly distributed amongst them and the limbs bent to lower her center of gravity.  Toes splayed, claws dug sharply into the earth as her jaws parted, brow wrinkling, eyes narrowed, ears pinned tightly to her head.   Powerful limbs would push off the earth as Integra charged, seeking to come in low and straight on at the male's rear-end.  Her gluttonous fangs would part as she sought to seize Enigma's balls in her jaws with the intention of severing them from the man's body with a powerful snap.  She'd bring this mans balls to Valentine as a trophy and demand her freedom!  Simultaneously with her jaw attack she'd seek to launch the lower front of her right shoulder, where her shoulder met her upper limb, brutally forward with the hopes of colliding it into the back of Enigma's right knee where she hoped to not only severely bruise the appendage but to force it to bend unexpectedly and compromise his balance.  In addition she'd seek to launch the lower portion of the front of her left shoulder, again where the shoulder met the upper limb, forward into the back of Enigma's left knee with the same intent, to severely bruise and cause the limb to buckle.  Integra hoped for all three attacks to hit simultaneously as she launched herself violently at her enemy. Lilliana, Evangeline, Integra vs Enigma, Amachi, Takira for MAIM  (CASTRATION) Round ONE of TWO

Lillianna fidgeted impatiently, waiting for action. It was then she thought of setting her defenses; she was in the middle of a siege. Her eyes narrowed, her hackles rose, her ears fell back against her skull. Her legs would spread for balance, her knees bending to provide support and lower her center of gravity. Her toes splayed into the ground for added balance, and her claws dug into the sand to give her better traction when reacting to possible attacks. She would finish her defenses with her shoulders rolling forward, pushing the folds of fat and skin on her neck together, protecting her neck, tucking in her chin, and with her lips peeling back in a vicious snarl… to both intimidate, and also to protect her gums.

It did not take long for an opponent to come; from the corner of her eye, the red creature spotted movement, and her head would whip around. It was a wolf, heading straight towards her. Eyes flew open in alarm, but then a miracle happened - Evangeline went after the monster that seemed like it wanted to kill her. A grateful look would be shot at the girl , even as her rotating head noted approaches of two more wolves. These wolves would ignore the other Abaven wolves, and would head straight for Lillie and Vana… one targeted Vana, the other Lillie.

Eyes would widen as she realized that she had a wolf coming at her from the right, and from the left, (though she noticed the one approaching from the right was limping slightly), and she would quickly backpedal, backing away from the oncoming wolves in a straight line, with no adjustments.

She ducked down, still, when Amachi and Takira reached her, and the size difference would cause the shoulder attack to miss completely. She backed away even more when Amachi would try to bite, so the giant Hellstrom woman’s jaws only closed on air. Do to her shifting positions, the paw swipe from Amachi would glance off her left paw, though Lillie was able to maintain balance by shifting her weight and balance onto her other paws. There was no damage dealt due to it being a glancing blow. Takira’s attacks would miss as well, jaws snapping right in front of Lillie’s face instead of sinking into Lillie’s scruff. The paw swipe that Takira dealt would miss entirely, as well, with the shifting of positions.

A quick glance around would show that Vana would keep Amachi preoccupied, though there was another Hellstrom wolf trying to get at Vana. She’d snap her gaze back to Takira - Vana was busy with two wolves. The least she could do was keep this one busy.

With Lillie backed away where she was, Takira was 45 degrees to Lillie’s right. Lillie would attempt to turn in that direction and (attempt to) lunge at the girl, her left shoulder jutting forward to try and ram it in between Takira’s right shoulder and upper chest bones - that gap where the joint would be in an attempt to heavily bruise it, and hopefully pop it out of place. While she did so, her left forepaw would (attempt to) raise and smash down, trying to hit Takira’s right front paw, to try to smash the toes in hopes of breaking the bones. Lillie’s balance would shift to her remaining three paws as she did so. Her final action would be an attempt at a bite, with her jaws aiming to close around the left side of  Takira’s neck. She sought to drive her upper canines into the muscle along the left side of Takira’s neck, and attempted to have her lower canines pierce the skin directly to the right (Takira’s right) of the windpipe, to try and crush the windpipe while opening the woman’s throat.


EVANGELINE and LILLIE and INTEGRA vs. AMACHI and ENIGMA and TAKIRA for MAIM (removal of nose)
ROUND I/II

"Speech" "Language"

Drums beat in her head and as they strode to the battlefield chaos would quickly break out.  Unfazed Birna set her defenses and waited, her breathing calm and her form steady and strong like a mountain.  Her gaze focused on the young ones, pride blooming in her bosom as she watched them launch fearlessly into battle.  She'd wait and make sure they were doing alright before picking her own target though by the looks of things they'd likely all have to share.  She glanced at Cascade and Atreides before eyeing the blind man that was sitting a ways off, the only Hellstrom member not engaged in battle.  Birna opted to leave the man be, seeing him as not much of a threat and waiting to see if her jaws were needed elsewhere.  However, he'd have to be defeated eventually.  None would be spared here, not even a blind man.

-- You Can Bury My Body But I'll Never Die --

Excitement shot like electricity down her spine and through her nerves as they neared the enemy border, her mothers words humming through her head as she prepared for battle.  Fights broke out rapidly around her and her eyes locked on Hati as he charged for a blood-stained male.  She tensed, waiting to see if she should leap in, waiting for some sign from her mother.  Was she to let Hati battle these two wolves in some fit to channel his rage or should she join him as her mother would?  Breathe life into her battle spirit and be as her mother walking the earth, a reminder to Hati that the best of her still lived on and was ready to battle alongside him.

"Speech"

It was almost as soon as he finished speaking, a rather dirty looking male would surge forth. Funny, he guessed Bass really did need Imperium to fight for him. Sin's pack was small, he had no doubt that they would fall today so he and his warriors would aim to crush who they could. Swiftly his defenses would set within seconds. Eyes narrowed, ears pinned to his crown, hackles raised, lips peeled back, teeth bared in a vicious snarl, wrinkling the scars on his face. His tail flagged out to act as a balancing tool, aligning with his spine while his head lowered to align, chin tucking over his throat. Shoulders rolled forward to protect his throat, head and shoulders rolling back slightly to bunch his scruff. His toes would splay, claws biting the earth in anticipation as well as traction. Although he wanted to fight Bass, imperium would seem to be fighting for him. He inwardly laughed, was he really that much of a coward? That he needed a whole other pack to fight for him? Typical. As soon as he was set, he kicked off to meet the dirty mongrel who charged towards his right side. Swiftly, Sin would sidestep a couple times to his own left, knees bent and gravity centered as his weight was evenly distributed. His hips would swing towards his own left hind legs stepping one over the other until both were planted in their respective position, aligning him and Hati at an imperfect angled T. Right shoulder would thrust forward, jutting up as the pair would finally collide. Due to his movement, Hati would not gain the satisfaction of buckling his shoulder or bowling him over, instead Hati would strike his ribs just behind Sin's right shoulder, leaving severe bruises from the heavy set male. Sin in turn, would seek to drive the point of his own right shoulder right into Hati's throat, hopefully choking the dirty male and driving him to stumble back. He hissed with the pain, adrenaline taking over and quickly hiding any pain he might feel today. Hati's left paw would also fail in its mark due to Sin's movement, claws mildly scratching Sin's left foreleg. Hati's teeth would fly towards him, but not in the way the brute had hoped. Thankful for his earlier motions, Hati's teeth would instead close down upon the back of his neck, upper canines meeting the fat and flesh of his scruff, while lower canines met the fatty rolls of flesh on the right side of his neck. He would feel teeth puncture his skin, at least an inch and a half, blood seeping from the wounds. Sin would not tear away, somewhat hoping his opponent would want to stay there while he himself sought to do something else. It was then that Sin would lift his left forepaw, weight shifting and redistributing among his other grounded limbs. He aimed to bring his left paw down as quickly as he could, seeking to smash Hati's snaking left forepaw and pin it to the ground, of course hoping to break the outer toes or break the skin on the webbing of his paws. Everywhere around him, he could hear the cries and echoes as others engaged in battle. He only hoped that Bass was still free and open to fight should he manage to get away from this one. Through narrowed gaze, Sin saw a flash of movement as he saw Liar barrel towards him and his opponent, he grinned on the inside, promptly returning his focus to the fight at hand. Seifer, he knew, was lying nearby and waiting for his moment to strike. The black and red beast never lingering too far, especially not when there was blood to be had. Sin would take this moment, missing no beats as blood roared in his ears. His crown angled towards Hati (Hati's right side), nose brushing the foul stench of the creature as he turned his head to briefly gaze at him before jaws gaped open, seeking to grab hold of the creature. He aimed to firmly bite down on the right side of Hati's face, upper canines sought to drive into the creatures right eye socket, seeking to puncture the orb and cause immense pain to him. Meanwhile, lower canines sought to stab beneath Hati's right sided lower jaw, hopefully puncturing the thinner skin where the jaw hinged and throwing pain upon the male. He would seek to take from this foolish male one of few things every creature valued. He sought to permanently blind him in both eyes. Just like....what almost everyone else was trying to do. And no one would take away his chance to tangle with Bass. Sin & Liar VS Hati for MAIM (Permanent Blinding in Both Eyes) Round 1/2 OOC// I know I'm bad with angles but I tried really hard to not mess up XD bear with me haha ""

The young brute's head shot upward, his ears pressing forward as he heard the challenging howl of a stranger. The hair along his spine rose angrily - how dare someone invade their territory? He wasted no time setting off in the direction of the howl, and as his paws carried him toward the borders, he heard Sin's responding howl. Excitement coursed through his veins. The pack would come together to defend what was theirs. He wondered who had sent up the challenge; it must have been the wolves Sin had warned of, coming to avenge Threar's downfall. What was the point? That pack had been erased and without even lifting a claw to uphold its own honor. What had happened was meant to be.

He arrived on the battlefield to see that chaos had broken loose and the wolves were tangled in bloody combat. Silver eyes widened, looking around wildly. Where did he start? His heart pounded from the thrill, knowing that blood was going to be spilled. It was clear that they were outnumbered, but Hellstrom would fight hard regardless. His attention was drawn to an angry, snowy-coated woman who glared around with purple eyes, demanding an opponent. His lips peeled back in amusement - he would give her what she wanted! He began to set his defenses, legs bending and spreading slightly to distribute his weight evenly, toes splaying and claws digging into the grassy ground. His tail lashed out behind him, aligning with his spine to help keep himself balanced. Hackles rose along his back, withers and scruff, shoulders rolling forward to protect his neck. His head lowered, chin tucking to protect his throat. Ears folded against his skull, eyes narrowing as his muzzle wrinkled up in a nasty snarl.

Xephyris sprung forward and charged toward Mercy, trying to close the distance between them swiftly. She was a large lady, so he would stay low, targeting her more vulnerable areas to spill blood rather than trying to overpower her in a wrestling match. He came in head on, hoping to get really close as he lowered his center of gravity. Then his head would tilt to his right and upward, jaws parting wide as he lunged, aiming to clasp her throat in his teeth, several inches below her chin. Upper jaw sought out the left side of her neck near the jugular, while his lower jaw would seek the right side of her windpipe. He hoped to dig his fangs in for a moderate puncture and suffocate her if he could. As his jaws aimed for their target, his right forepaw would rise and strike toward her left forepaw with the momentum he'd built up, hoping to break some of her toes. Lastly, he would try to use the force of his forward movement to ram his right shoulder into her left shoulder. The upper part of his shoulder that met near his neck would come upward, aiming toward the frontal part of her left shoulder where it met with her chest, hoping to leave some decent bruising and force her backward, trying to give himself an advantage against her greater size.

Xephyris vs Mercy || for Dominance || Round 1/2