ooc: Default at 3 days please! Also 4-5 rounds would be appreciated but opponent can choose! The woman would make her way across the field away from ivalice. Perhaps for a way to blow of steam from her irritation. Not for something specific, it simply happened at times. She was ready to throw herself into the midst of a fight. The outcome unknown, and to add on to her experience. She had big plans. Big plans to be in ivalice. For those who didn't listen she would help Avalon make them listen. Taking in a deep breath she raised her head in a howl for a wolf to fight her. After she straightened herself out, mainly her body. Tail leveled with her spine. Her ears perked for the moment, though it wouldn't be long until she set out her defenses. This was no easy task usually, but she was always prepared. Especially if there was planned pain to go along with it. "Talk" "You" Think

Slate erected in misshapen places are subject to the dried blood of conflict before his coming. Undaunted, he is home among the war. As with many lands, it is clear this one's purpose: the graveyard for the unworthy. He approaches knowing this, and does not stop there. Upon the horizon is a figure emblazoned with challenge and readiness. She looks for a spar. In the wake of her desire, he will provide.

Sloping steps bring the behemoth forth from whence he came, grisly features sharp and reminiscent of a crow. The angular properties of his expression seem gaunt as shadows conceal part of his face. It does not take long for the creature to meet Amachi where she stands. He can see the rigidity of her body, how her looming shoulders draw forth in preparation. His own eyes narrow, a habitual nuance of battle. Ears press backwards whilst inky jowls draw upwards in one part scowl, one part snarl. "May the best fighter win." Grave words utter past, the only premonition to their spar. This should be mutual, and therefore, he feels no need to preface. He was a man of action, and soon she shall animate as well.

Strapping tendons pull his muscles into action, strengthening his stance by widening it. His tail, billowy and large, curls confidently upwards: both for challenge, but balance as well. Meanwhile, shoulders filled with heft are rolled forwards to make his body invulnerable; neck tucked tightly. They stand approximately 1 foot apart from where he came to halt in front of her, and Pharos has positioned himself so that the duo now face each other. Though he does not plan this to be a death match, the Abersenthe man was never one to take warring lightly.

He allots moments for her to respond, roughly up to a minute, it is then time for the two to engage. Pharos does well to take the first strike, hackles already risen with excitement. As she is assumed to prepare herself for the attack, powerful muscles launch his body toward the female, where his left shoulder intends to strike her chest directly. It is a move, should it succeed, that would leave her gasping for air in recovery. Of course, he does not shy away from missing either: any attack upon their body is a success. Whilst suspended mid action, Pharos' talons of which are mostly dull, unsheathe in case things go awry. Otherwise, this is how he remains. Ready for impact, whether it be woman or ground.

Round 1 of 4 for Spar
DEFENSES: Eyes narrowed, ears angled back towards his skull, lips drawn upwards in a snarl. Claws 'unsheathed', shoulders rolled forwards, stance widened, tail drawn upwards for balance. Neck tucked in to protect the jugular, shoulders rolled.
ATTACK: Launches his body towards her, where his left shoulder heaves towards her chest to strike it and knock the wind out of her.
INJURIES: None sustained thus far.

– Hope this is okay! Let me know if there is any confusion. I have underlined the sentences where he sets his defenses and where he attacks.

A foot apart was not very far, but Amachi had prepared her defenses beforehand anyway. As her limbs spread equally for balance, her ears would fall to come close to her skull. Eyes narrowing to slits to protect them from removal, as her lips pulled back curling into a snarl the skin around her face would bunch up for more protection as well. The woman's hackle's raised with a ferocity, her toes spread into the dirt for more traction. As she rolled her shoulders inward she made herself more compact, leveling her tail with her spine for balance. Scrunching up her scruff to prevent a hold on it, she lastly tucked her head accordingly to her chest and bent her joints at the knee. The twelve inches between them was quickly closed as the male attempted to slam his left shoulder into her own right side. She would quickly shift her right back leg to the right and swing her rump that way to dislocate herself from his assault. Though the time frame still caused the smaller male to hit her on her right shoulder on the muscle - with the proximity only a soft bruise would appear in a mild wound there. That's when she took her chance to attack. Re spreading her limbs for balance she attempted to use her size to her advantage this time. Head turning to the left her jaws opened and attempted to grab onto the man's scruff and keep that hold so she would have control of his head. Her left front limb would raise, attempting to hook around his right front limb in the hopes of tripping him. As finally she kept her weight forward attempting to knock him over onto his side. 1/4 for spar Amachi vs. Pharos "Talk" "You" Think

The two are quickly animated, engaged in combat and quick movements. Pharos' attack, met with partial evasion, echoes in his body as he feels the dull ache of collision. Frustration seethes in the back of his throat until it boils upward in the form of another ghastly snarl, lips drawn upwards. The whites of his eyes are barely visible as the two fight, his left side now adjacent to her right. Although he predicts the bruising, adrenaline prevents the male from detecting the wound just yet. Meanwhile, the woman fortifies her stance quickly; even quicker, still, is her attempt to attack him. His hackles raised continuously so as to prevent her from any strong hold on his scruff (should she seek that area), he had not expected the amazon to be able to respond so quickly. Regardless, the wolf recollects himself. There is little that daunts him; he simply responds. His ears are angled toward his skull per usual, shoulders fortified and paws fixed firmly on the ground once they had collided.

Now only inches from each other, he can feel the impending reach of her jaws. The woman was smart, but his brute force would knock her off her course of action. Purposefully ramming his nape/shoulders upwards with a thrust from the ground, Pharos both attempts to slam her jaws shut and evade her effort to trip him. The movements are conducted in a matter of milliseconds, gaze calculated and sharpened. As he moves, his tail swoops like a flag to balance the immense bulk that was Pharos.  Therefore, when her endeavor to shove him to the ground is triggered, he is best able to absorb the force with flexibility: pushed to his left, approximately 18 inches away, after his attack on her jaws is aimed.

In the midst of it all, the two kick up so much debris from the ground beneath their feet that a plume begins to form.

Round 2 of 4 for Spar
DEFENSES: Lips drawn upwards in a snarl, eyes narrowed to protect them. Hackles raised to prevent an unprotected grasp on his nape. Ears angled backwards, shoulders set forward to protect the throat better, stance fortified for more balance.
ATTACK: Seeks to shove his body upwards toward her attack and knock her jaws shut while also avoiding the trip attempt of his right limb.
INJURIES: Bruising to his left shoulder, mild ache.

ooc: Sorry for the delay! Thank you for the extension. Amachi would keep her ears pinned to the back of her head. Toes spread into the terrain as she tried to take an inch of a step to the right so that they were now at a right angle. It seemed her bite would be redirected, as he lodged his back upwards it simply aimed her jaws closer towards the back of his head where her head had tilted to the left. The impact leaving only a slight bruise on her right cheek. Her jaws attempted to close on the area where his head connected to his neck near his jaws from the back. Amachi would attempt to press her head down as well to try and pin the male. As her tail stayed level with her spine. Her eyes narrowed on her opponent. Knee's slightly bent with her muzzle pulled back the skin around her face scrunched protecting it slightly. Hackles raised she rolled her shoulders inward for a more compact body. As Pharos would slide she made sure to follow his movement since her weight had been mostly forward. Amachi would tightened her abdomen muscles for more balance as she rolled her scruff forward. With one final thing she attempt to raise her front paws. Back right leg shifting to her right and trying to scoot approximately a foot aiming for her rump to be closer to his own on Pharos' left side meeting her right. The woman's upper limbs sought to raise onto his back or shoulders. Trying to get a grip and the upper hand. 2/4 for spar Amachi vs. Pharos "Talk" "You" Think

He is fortunate, for in battle with this Amazon, Pharos hunkers himself. This makes her attack upon her balance more arduous, and although her weight is looming, he can withstand it. Moments before, he had felt his own skull knock the side of her cheek, of which the dull impact resonates. As Pharos recollects himself from the attack, the woman decides to attempt a pin. He snarls viciously at this, ears pinned backwards in defiance as he can feel the contact of her teeth against the nook of his neck (on the back side). Muscles tense, he resists her pin by remaining standing and essentially refusing to allow the woman her victory. Another grotesque snarl and narrowed eyes search the terrain, finding little that could aid him this round.

Toes flexing to provide more traction, Pharos can feel his tail rise and lower, depending on body position, to give him more balance. It is only now that the male feels collected enough to counterattack (it only of been a few seconds in the longrun). His hips, now positioned  adjacent to the woman, seek to knock into her and off balance the woman. This process would rip his neck from the female's jaws, and although it is painful, he winces through it. The urge to yelp surfaces, though that too is quickly snuffed in favor of appearing unfased. As blood begins to trickle from the backside of his neck where his skull and spine meet, Pharos' turns his head slightly to glance at the female through a scrutinizing gaze. Upon further assessment, he can see that her face is presumed lowered still from when she had tried to pin him. Launching into action, rows of serrated teeth target the woman's eye area. Should she evade this attack, Pharos is assumed to aim for the sensitive flesh of her cheek in the stead of failure. Snarling as he lunges toward her, the male's neck is tucked to protect his throat, as well as his talons unsheathed.

In the midst of it all, his neck still bleeds. It is a gradual leak, and not enough to stop him from action. Of course, there is also the ache in his shoulder. For now, adrenaline pushes the injuries to the back of his mind. They were to be dealt with later.

Round 3 of 4 for Spar
DEFENSES: Lips drawn upwards in a snarl, eyes narrowed to protect them. Hackles raised to prevent an unprotected grasp on his nape. Ears angled backwards, shoulders set forward to protect the throat better, stance fortified for more balance.
ATTACK: Resisting her pin by withstanding the woman's weight, he awaits until she repositions herself. Then knocks his hips into her to hopefully off balance her, ripping his own neck out of her grasp painfully. After that he seeks to snap at her eyes/face and grab ahold there.
INJURIES: Bruise begins to form on his left shoulder with a mild ache. Bite mark and bleeding to the back of his neck where his skull and spine meet. Pain is felt, but not completely as adrenaline prevents Pharos from feeling the whole of her attack.

The behemoth would refuse to move from her spot nearly parallel to the male. Her toes spread into the terrain, hackles raised and her scruff scrunched forward. Her tail straightened for balance as her ears pinned to the back of her head and her eyes narrowed. Her muzzle pulled back to pull the muscles around her face for any sort of protection she could get. As he removed his head from under her jaws she would tuck her head to protect her neck. His rump would only bruise her right left leg moderately with their proximity. The woman with her front paws slipping off of him would sit directly underneath her. Quickly regaining her balance as her front limbs spread slightly and she attempted to keep her right side connected with his left. Toes spreading as she watched him try to strain his neck to bite her face. Amachi would shovel her front paws back a few inches, pushing on them so that her body moved backwards along with her back paws. With her head tucked towards her neck the males teeth would miss their mark. Her eyes narrowed watching as he jaws snapped shut only a inch away from her face. That was when she would finally hold her attack. Turning her head to her right she opened her jaws and aimed for his left shoulder. Attempting to bite right behind the blade where his ribs started, her upper jaw aiming more towards the top of his back. The woman then took her right back leg in an attempt to scoot it under his left back leg and step up attempting to knock the leg with her shoulders rolled inwards she attempted to lean into his side to knock him over. Her tail keeping level. Her abdomen muscles tightened for more protection of her stomach and mobility if she so needed it. 3/4 for spar Amachi vs. Pharos "Talk" "You" Think

And the winner is...

Amachi! Due to Pharos not posting in the allotted time, the fight has defaulted in Amachi's favor. Pharos must give up by submitting, passing out, or fleeing.