Again he would find himself here, looking to take some sort of lesson in pain and giving it. The large male's tail flicked behind him as he raised his head to call. Waiting for his opponent to get to him, his two different colored orbs carefully observing the place. The good thing about the battlefield was there was no trees or terrain to run into while in a scuffle. Which was why he supposed many wolves flocked to it. Unfortunately, it stained itself with the smell of blood and decay. His head tried not to trail to the death match. He sat himself down for a moment, not wanted to over exert himself before the fight had even started. Riv would pray silently to the gods to give him strength, or to at least believe in him. He would rely on his own strength to get him through the days to come. However - he lacked experience. Something that he needed desperately. So he was aimed on gaining what he needed. "Talk" "You" Think

It was to the battlefield that Ganta was drawn. He would slip there quietly, thinking of the Deathmatch he had seen his father in. Since that day the young man had made some realizations. First and foremost he decided he want to get stronger. The rest? Well that was all beginnings as a little inkling in his head. Perhaps the seed of the original idea had been planted back when his father first formed Hellstrom. Ganta wanted to make his own pack, walk his own path, and live by his own laws. He would bow before no one. Not even his own kin. But he was young yet. He wasn’t even a year old and had only minuscule amounts of training. He would need to work for it and work hard. Flipping his head to move the hair back out of his eyes he’d scan the terra. A call arouse, not far from where he was at the time, and the young man would set off towards it. He’d arrive to find, unknowingly, the child of the wolf his father had killed in the first deathmatch. Well, Seifer killed, but details. Ganta would tip his head to the stranger, his silvery-white eyes shining with determination. “You called for an opponent, right? Feel free to take the first move.” That said Ganta would set his defenses. He was ready. GANTA versus RIVAXORUS for SPAR Round ZERO of TWO "Talk" "You" Think

Rivaxorus would still himself, make himself completely calm to the other in front of him. He seemed to be around his age - despite the obvious height difference. However Riv could not think of himself stronger just because of that. His toes spread into the terrain, respectfully giving a dip of his head to the other. He would not let the other's determination go to waist. As Rivaxorus pulled back his lips to reveal his teeth. His limbs distributed evenly and toes spread into the dirt. Tail leveling with his spine his knees bent at the joints. His ears pinned to the back of his head as his shoulders rolled inward. Hackles raising and scruff scrunching he used his powerful back legs to charge at the other. In an attempt to disorientate the other he took a step towards his right Ganta's left. Aiming for his left shoulder to slam against the base of Ganta's head. Immediately after his left leg sought out Ganta's right ankle in an attempt to hook and dis-balance him. Tilting his head to the right his jaws opened upper teeth seeking the top of his spine and the lower towards the base of the shoulder. His back legs kept him steady, eyes narrowed and pupils dilating to lock on the opponent. Rivaxorus was hoping this was a worthy spar to take, but he didn't intend to put Ganta's life at risk of course. 1/2 Ganta v Riv for spar. "Talk" "You" Think

Ooc:: Clarified with Riv; Riv is aiming for his left shoulder to slam between Ganta’s eyes. Ganta would brace himself as the other young man sought to close the distance between them. His silvery-white orbs would narrow as he lowered his head to align with his spine. He’d tip his chin forward though it wasn’t likely he’d need to protect his throat from his larger opponent. His neck would get scrunched, his shoulders rolled forward as he widened his stance with all four limbs. Weight would be distributed equally, knees bending and claws digging into the soil. Hackles would raise, ears would pin back, and lips would peel back in a snarl. He was ready to give this his best shot. Not yet being at his full height Ganta reached only about thirty inches or so. He was shorter than the other man and lighter, but that perhaps could make him more agile. As Rivxorus came in, adjusting himself a step to Ganta’s left, the younger brute would prepare to make a counter attempt. He would attempt to move his head to his right {Rivaxorus’ left} and in between his opponent’s front legs. This allowed for displacement of the shoulder slam, instead having the front part of Riv’s shoulder land against the left side of his neck above his {Ganta’s} own by three inches. The result of the impact? Moderate bruising thanks to the speed the other was going when he charged him. Ganta would stumble, feeling Riv’s left leg hook his front right ankle a moment before it was pulled out under him. He would quickly try to redistribute his weight over his remaining three limbs while Rivaxorus made his last attack. He would feel fangs pierce across his spine and reach down towards his left shoulder. They would slice the skin of the youth as he tried to pull forward away from the fangs of his opponent and under the taller male. In retaliation, as he settled his fourth paw back on the earth, Ganta would redistribute his weight evenly across his legs once again. He would attempt to powerhouse his way through the gap in Riv’s front legs, possibly causing some strain on the muscles as he tried to fit his body through. He would attempt to lift his left foreleg, shifting his weight into the limb now, and then attempt again to strike it down as forcefully as he could upon Rivaxorus’ back right toes. He would also attempt to push against the ground up into the stomach of the other wolf to cause bruising and discomfort. Finally Ganta would adjust his head to his own left, attempting to place a holding bite upon the fleshy flap of skin that connected Rivaxorus’ leg to his body. Top jaw would aim to come up on the outside of the skin flap while bottom jaw sought to hook it from the inside in a snaring grip. Like his opponent Ganta was trying to make this a fight to learn from, rather than one where the victor was clearly defined from the start. GANTA versus RIVAXORUS II for SPAR Round ONE of TWO "Talk" "You" Think

Rivaxorus felt some of his attacks connect. He was not satisfied yet though, even in a learning experience he was determined to try his best. Rivaxorus ears stayed pinned to the back of his head, eyes narrowed on his opponent. Lips pulled back to bare his teeth, his scruff was pulled forward to protect his neck. Toes splayed out on the terrain as he felt Ganta shift under him, Riv settled his right back leg off to the side attempting to scoot slightly causing Ganta's toe slam to miss. Tightening his stomach muscles the boys upper jaw would catch the flesh of his thigh on his left back leg causing blood to be drawn in a half inch wound - a moderate wound. Tail leveling with his spine Rivaxorus attempted to lift that same left leg and aim to hit Ganta on the snout just below the eyes. With Ganta slightly underneath the male, his left leg was raised slightly. Making the giant redistribute his weight. He used his left leg in attempt to push it into Ganta's left side. Hoping to push his weight into him as his knees bent slightly towards the male shoulders rolling inward with his hackles raised. Head tilting to his right his upper jaw aimed to clamp down on the right side of his rump the lower on the left side at the base of the tail. Still his goal was to tumble Ganta onto his side. 2/2 Ganta v. Riv for spar. "Talk" "You" Think

And the winner is...

RIVAXORUS! Due to Ganta's player quitting the site, the fight has been forfeited in Rivaxorus' favor. Ganta must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.