He headed out to the battlefield, a place he hadn't been to in quite some time. He wanted to brush up on his skills, especially now that he was getting older. Lirim was pretty quiet, and he didn't feel the desire to hold any fight training. Why should he? Either nobody would show up or his time would be wasted. The pups that were there weren't learning either, but that wasn't his problem now was it? Since he would get in trouble for so much as even checking to make sure they were alright, he didn't even bother looking their way. Pretending they and their eyesore of a mother didn't exist was much easier nowadays. In fact, he was starting to drift from the pack. Why the hell should he stay anymore? Why the fuck should he care? Large paws kissed the summer baked earth, and once he felt he was in a decent enough spot, called for an opponent. "Talk"

ooc:  Hi!  Is it alright if I hop on this fight?  Would a default time of 1 week be good for you?

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Éldi had heard tale of a place in Boreas where wolves could go to test their skills. He was in sore need of a workout and eager to practice against someone other than Valkyrie… his pride agreed. Besides, he thought it would be a good idea to ascertain the skills of the natives of this land.  Stretching lightly he made his way to this famed territory and was met by a dried grassland, full of bare patches of earth, that baking under the summer heat.

His ears flicked forward. Ok… now what was he supposed to do. Just look around? He started to do just that when he heard a call.  Grinning he bounded toward the caller to find an older man, roughly the same height and build as him. "Hail there! I am Éldi son of Rudolfr. I heard your call and I to am seeking an opponent. Shall we test our fangs against one another?"

It wasn't long before someone appeared, greeting him and asking if they ought to test their fangs against each other. Zell sized up the yearling, taking into account that this boy at such a young age would probably be much more spritely, but Zell had some experience under his belt. Still, he wouldn't understimate his would be opponent. For all he knew, this young male could have been trained...or not. He didn't know. And he didn't particularly care. "Hello, Eldi. My name is Zell Valentine, and I think we should." The young male appeared to be pretty close to his size, so Zell squared up and settled into a defensive stance. He didn't know if this boy was the formal type or if he did anything of the sort before a fight, but Zell was ready to get right into it. ooc//yes and yes c: you can take first move if you want, otherwise I can next post ^^ Also i'm good with 2 rounds unless you wanna do more. Zell vs Eldi for Spar Round 0/? Height: 42" Build: Heavy "Talk"

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The man introduced himself as Zell Valentine and agreed to spar him. Éldi grinned, excitement jolting down his limbs. He knew the man was likely far more experienced than himself but he had his youth on his side and besides, who better to learn from than an old grizzled warrior? A toothy grin spread across his face as he took a few steps back, seeking to leave a space of about eight between them from which they could form their own bloody arena.

His defenses set in an instance, the thrill of getting started lending speed, almost urgency to his motions.  He felt like it had been ages since he'd sparred against a seasoned opponent apart from Valkyrie. His skull and tail descended in alignment with his spine, his abdomen tensing as his chin tucked against the curvature of his neck.  His strong shoulders rolled forward as his neck drew back pushing a protective covering of excess flesh and fat over his vitals.  His sharp gaze narrowed as his ears lay tightly against his lowered crown.  Éldi's weight would shift evenly among his grounded limbs that spread equidistant apart and bent slightly at the joints to lower his center of gravity.  His toes splayed and claws bit into the earth for better traction.  His hackles raised along the length of his spine as his ravenous jaws parted, blackened lips curling to unsheathe his fangs and bunch the skin of his face.

With his defenses locked down Éldi would launch himself forward, his lengthy limbs attempting to devour the distance lingering between himself and his opponent.  Éldi would attempt to approach his opponent head-on before his body would shift slightly to his own left as he attempted to come at Zell from a forty-five degree angle, facing in towards the older man's right shoulder.  Éldi sought to lance the front of his left shoulder blade into the outer muscular portion of Zell's right shoulder, hoping the combination of his forward momentum and bulk would cause severe brusing.

Simultaneously, his glistening fangs would seek to mar the right side of his opponents face.  His upper fangs seeking to pierce through the flesh just above Zell's right eye, while his lower fangs sought to hook under the corner of his opponents right-sided jaw.  He sought a solid grip from which he could limit his opponent's movement.

As he moved in for the shoulder throw his weight would shift evenly to his front right leg and back legs as his left forepaw would leave the ground, the paw then immediately seeking to dive down in the hopes of connecting with the toes of Zell's right forepaw.  He hoped he might sprain the toes of the older man beneath his paw.  

Éldi vs Valentine Rd. 1/2 for Spar
Unjudged Fight
Height: 41"
Build: Heavy

Zell watched as the younger male set his defenses, so he followed suit. His hackles rose along his spine, tail flagging out to act as a rudder for balance while his head lowered over his throat and chin tucking, aligning with his spine in the process. He rolled his shoulders forward to protect the sides of his neck, scruff bunching forward to protect him with fur and fat. Ears pinned tightly against his head while he narrowed his eyes. Adopting an even stance with legs spread hip and shoulder width apart for stable balance, he dug his claws into the earth and spread his toes for better tractions. He rolled his neck to loosen up some of the muscles, the male striving to keep himself fluid for better ease of movement. They were about eight feet apart, and Zell watched every move that Eldi made. Finally, Eldi came towards him. Likewise, Zell kicked off and sought to meet Eldi head on, and when Eldi shifted to the left, Zell matched his movements by shifting to his own right. He sought to align them head to head and directly in front of each other, to keep Eldi in front of him as much as possible. Kicking off with all the power and force he could muster, he aimed to smash the entirety of his chest straight into the center of Eldi's chest in the hopes of forcing the boy back on top of causing mass bruising. Jutting the point of his left shoulder forward, Zell then sought to lance it forward and up in an attempt to smash it into the lower part and directly in the center of Eldi's throat in the hopes of choking the younger male and render him breathless. As a result, Eldi's left shoulder would strike Zell on the center right side of his chest; which in turned caused moderate bruising as he braced for it. Eyes flashed then as he saw the boys fangs coming towards his face, so Zell opened his own jaws wide while pulling his head back. He aimed to bring his upper fangs over the bridge of Eldi's muzzle just behind his nose, and lower fangs sought to pierce and grip the delicate organ [counter]. Hopefully, that would stop his opponent in his tracks. He had, however, failed to completely move his own foot in time. Eldi's left paw came down on Zell's right forepaw, moderately bruising his toes. However, Zell would use this opportunity to stabilize his weight on his right forepaw and his hind legs as he brought up his left forepaw and aimed to drive it down and stomp on Eldi's right forepaw. His goal was to bruise or sprain the toes there, if not potentially fracture one or two of them in the process. Zell vs Eldi for spar Round: 1/2 Unjudged spar Height: 42" Build: heavy "Talk"

ooc:  Sorry for the wait!

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Éldi felt adrenaline rush through his veins, his heart pumping at the thrill of facing off against a more skilled opponent. As he shifted to his left Zell would shift to his right and bring them back into alignment. Éldi had put to much power and momentum into his movement, there was no time to shift out of the way, so he braced himself for pain as he hurled himself into Zell's attack. They met nearly square but slightly off to Éldi's right as Éldi's left shoulder struck the right portion of Zell's chest, the force sure to cause moderate bruising to Éldi's left shoulder as well as his chest but he hoped the collision would cause damage to his opponent as well.  Because of their alignment, facing directly into each other with Éldi's left shoulder aligned to the center right of Zell's chest, Zell's left shoulder would miss it's target collide with the center right portion of Éldi's chest leaving moderate bruising to form in it's wake. They were matching each other blow for blow and it was glorious. We the god's watching this contest?

Time was eaten up in battle, seconds were stripped and the mind had no time to think. There was only time to react and Éldi had to trust his body and his training. As Zell twisted his head to face the young viking Éldi readjusted his attack. He rotated his head sharply to his own left so that his left cheek was facing the ground. In doing so Zell's jaws would miss his nose but he was not quick enough to avoid Zell's upper fangs leaving light lacerations across the bridge of his muzzle. Éldi did not close his jaws or slow his momentum as he attempted to push forward, seeking to close his jaws around Zell's throat. His upper fangs sought purchase on the right size of Zell's throat just below the jawline, while his lower fangs sought to wrap around the left size of his throat, again just below the jawline. He hoped to choke out his opponent and seize victory.

Éldi's left forepaw was successful in pinning Zell's right forepaw and the young man quickly shifted his weight to his hind legs and his left forepaw, seeking to worsen the damage and keep his balance. Simultaneously he'd lift his right forepaw, just missing Zell's left forepaw seeking to return the damage. Éldi sought to wrap his right forepaw around behind Zell's left elbow so he could yank the man forward while his hind legs kicked off as he sought to drive his chest further into his opponent. They were too close for any bruising to form, Éldi merely hoped that the combination of moves might cause his opponents balance to falter and give him an advantage. He kept as many of his defenses as he could. He relished this, it felt could to cut loose and the idea of victory or defeat couldn't be further from his mind. There was only the battle.

 

Éldi vs Valentine Rd. 2/2 for Spar
Unjudged Fight
Height: 41"
Build: Heavy

The fighting intensified, and Zell was excited with the fact he was fighting someone actually worth their salt. The younger male seemed to know how to fight, and Zell wished he could think the same for his own sons. The pair seemed to match each other blow for blow, with Zell getting in a hit here and there, and Eldi doing the same. His attempt at gripping the Eldi's muzzle would fail, though he felt his teeth scrape against the top of Eldi's muzzle. Not exactly what he was hoping for, but it was something. As Eldi moved his head out of the way, Zell's narrowed eyes spotted the boy aiming a bite at his throat. With a growl, Zell moved as quickly as possible in an effort to get away from it.

Hind legs pushed him forward, the larger male also deciding to rip his pinned paw out from under Eldi's (though he did manage a fractured toe in the process). He sought to drive his chest forward and up with both forelegs seeking to wrap on either side of Eldi in an effort to grip and hold. Eldi's bite would land upon Zell's upper chest, moderate puncture wounds resulting from the bite. They bled, but Zell didn't care. As a result of his movement, Eldi missed Zell's right shoulder, and instead, blunt claws scraped against his skin which caused mild irritation. Then, with narrowed blue eyes, Zell once again sought to land a bite on his opponent. Should he be successful in his endeavor, he aimed his fangs downward towards the back of his opponents neck at the base of the skull. Upper fangs aimed to pierce the left side, and bottom fangs sought to pierce the right. With any luck, this battle would end clean and quick.

Zell vs Eldi for spar
round 2/2
unjudged fight
height 42"
Build heavy

The tussle continued and just when Éldi thought he had the upper hand the tables turned. Zell slammed his chest into Éldi at the precise moment when the yearlings jaws latched into the upper portion of the older mans chest rather than his throat. It was an awkward position that jarred his neck, causing pain to lance down his spine. He was too stunned to react for a split second as Zell's arms wrapped around his neck. Zell's bite landed right on target, seizing Éldi's neck at the base of his skull. In such a position his moves were limited and in the end he decided it wasn't worth risking more damage to his person. He knew when he was bested and he would surrender with honor.

"You win! You got me, I give up."

Panting he shook out his coat as soon as he was free of the other man. "You've got some good moves. Thanks for the fight, it was definitely a learning experience."