The painfully-thin coydog's eyes seem huge in his sharp-angled face as he steps through the crowd, but it is clearly not out of fear. His pupils are huge, nearly engulfing the orange of his irises, and he stares at the remaining fighters with the sort of intense scrutiny that tends to make people uncomfortable. With his black coat and barely-visible gray brindling he looks like the sort of goth kid you can be pretty convinced is going to be a school shooter someday. He moves a little weirdly, too, kind of jerky and dinosaur-like. "You," he says, in a weirdly dramatic tone to Basilia, and "You," in the same manner to Greed, and turns like a lizard chasing a cricket and leads them over to a ring of stones set into the ground. "I wouldn't step out of the ring if I were you," he tells them with an intense sort of tone, like he was warning them that they would die if they did, which was clearly ridiculous. "I will decide your fate when the battle draws to a close. You," he said, twisting his head weirdly aside to look toward Basilia, "Begin."

Basilia didn't know how exactly she wound up in this fighting tournament but she sure as hell was excited for it. She was invigorated by the energy around, so many wolves eager to fight and it was infectious. The coydog picked out her and one other wolf, as they made their way to the ring of stones she sized them up. They were a male that looked to be around her size albeit a little less muscular. She figured she would have her paws full with this guy.

As she entered into the ring she could hear the wing flaps of her avian companion. Her eyes made contact with the Gyr falcon as they came to hover beside her. She had named the bird Zabit and they had ended up hanging around her from time to time so she had developed a kind of bond with the animal. Basilia spoke with her eyes and there was an agreement that they would help her in this fight.

The snake like coydog gave them a run down on the rules and without hesitation Basilia started her attack. Squaring off with the other man at a distance of 10 feet (agreed OOC) she set her defenses. Lowering her frame and spreading out her weight between four paws to make sure she was centered and prepared to move. She tucked her chin to protect her neck and flattened her ears. Digging her paws into the earth below she prepared for her offense.

Basilia pushed of the ground with as much speed as she could muster. Running headlong at the wolf in front of her she had her skull angled down so that the part of her head that lay between her ears would be the part that made contact. Her goal with this was to ram into the males' chest and cause bruising and hopefully knock the wind out of him.

Basilia vs Greed for Dominance
Round: 1/2
Size:Large
Build:Heavy
Companion 1: Gyr Falcon-battle
Fight Skill Level:Beginner

Word had gotten around about a large group of travelers coming to Boreas, and Greed had been far too interested in the goings on. Together with Dragon and a few others, he made his way to the battlefield where the events would take place. Acapella was of course, welcome to join him or stay with the others as they joined the growing crowd. He had never seen so many wolves in one place before, but he didn't care too much about that. He was far more interested in the tournament, the Armada male snatching up the opportunity to participate. As he stood among the many participants, a strange black coywolf snaked his way over towards him. Cold blue eyes watched the creature with a narrowed gaze before it picked him and someone else from the crowd to start their battle. Without hesitation, Greed marched forward with his head and tail high in his usual manner of dominance. He spared at glance at the babe that was to be his opponent, noting she was just a couple of inches taller, but that didn't matter to him. He had fought and defeated bigger and better-looking opponents, she would be a piece of cake he was sure. The pair walked into the ring, and as Greed listened to the rules, he returned his attention to the woman and focused on her. He spotted the Gyrfalcon that hovered near her, his lips curling in a sneer at the two of them. Oh, this would be fun! While the coy-creature was speaking, Greed had effortlessly set up his defenses in one smooth motion. Hackles raised along his spine, his blue gaze narrowing as they glittered with a cold glee. It had been a while since he fought with another wolf. Legs spread hip and shoulder width apart, tail flagging out like a banner as his ears pinned and head lowered over his throat and chin tucked to align with his spine. To say he was ready for her was an understatement. He always anticipated his opponent's intentions, and as soon as she charged him, Greed kicked off the sand and charged at her too. They closed the distance between them, though the babe's head lowered as if she were going to try to headbutt him. A wicked grin split his lips, teeth fully showing as he got closer. The moment he was within striking distance, Greed quickly lifted the front half of his body, hind legs spreading a little wider to hold his weight and balance as he threw both forelegs forward. He allowed her headbutt to slam his chest, a moderate bruise likely to follow suit, but it was nothing compared to what he was about to do. Greed sought to wrap each foreleg on either side of her neck, aiming to lock her neck between his forelegs (like a headlock) and to keep her head beneath his chest. He hoped the surprise maneuver would limit her movement considerably. Simultaneously, jaws parted as his head dove downward, fangs seeking to bite and lock at the base of her crown just above her scruff in an effort to further restrict her movement. With all of this, if he was lucky, he hoped he could bring his weight down on the back of her neck and head to strain the muscles and possibly  force her face first into the dirt! Greed VS Basilia for Tournament Spar Round: 1/2 Size: Large Build: Medium Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Advanced Specialty: N/A "Talk"

Her charge at the males’ chest had somewhat succeeded, her head had made contact with his lower chest. But while her eyes were pointed at the ground the man wrapped her neck with his paws and had her in a rather tough situation. In an attempt to get out of the situation she angled her head so that her jaws were at a good spot for her to bit the softer flesh of his underbelly. She opened her jaws and bit down just as the male bit her in the neck region.

He had started to put pressure on her neck so she put pressure back towards him. Grounding her back legs and digging them into the ground to provide the traction to push back at him. She was not going to give to his attempt at over powering her, muscles straining as they were.

This was the moment in which Zabit decided that she would help out her Canid companion. As the bird watched the Scuffle she saw that the male wolf had gotten on top of Basilia so she dove at the back of the mans’ head. Beak first to possibly draw blood but with the immediate intent of distracting him enough to let Basilia out of his cleverly drawn trap.

Round: 2/2
Height: Large
Size: Heavy
Companion 1: Gyr Falcon-battle
Fight skill:Beginner

The brute had succeeded in pinning her head between his forelegs, and grasping her between his teeth. A guttural growl slipped between his teeth, piercing blue gaze trying to keep an eye on the bird but at some point, his focus slipped away from it to focus on his target. His abdominal muscles tightened as she tried to reach for his underbelly, but even with the angle she wasn't as successful as she would have liked. Her teeth pinched the skin just past his rib cage, cutting the skin akin to a cat scratch but still drawing a minimal amount of blood. As the babe pushed back at him, he would seek to force his weight downward, pushing back in an effort to force her back to the ground. With the woman's neck in his teeth, Greed sought to grip harder and worsen the wound further by shaking his head as hard as he could. Every fiber of his being screaming at him to rip and tear her flesh, just like he had done to the slavers. But he held back, just a little, to avoid trying to outright kill her. It was then that the bird came in. He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, forcing the male to relinquish his hold on the woman and turning his attention to the bird as he tried to snap at it to make it go away. Greed VS Basilia for Tournament Spar Round: 2/2 Size: Large Build: Medium Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Advanced Specialty: N/A "Talk"

And the winner is...

GREED

BASILIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Basilia: 201.3 Greed: 220.85

- Judged with Love by Tea

Teeth snapped at the bird as he forced it away from him, after he had managed to score a few feathers. He had slipped away from the female at some point during his struggle with the bird, so before he could return his assault on her, the coydog called an end to the fight. Greed had been named the victor. The male sneered at the loser, teeth flashing with a snap as he turned away. He didn't care to offer his name or any sort of courtesy to her. He won. And that was that. He left the ring to wait for the next round to start. -Exit- "Talk"

Silently thanking her bird companion for dstracting her opponent Basilia readied her next attack on the male. But before she could make it she heard the coydog ref call the other wolf the winner. She had lost this battle and it highly displeased her. She had more fights coming up and she would make sure to win one, at least one ref had to have their head on straight.

She left without saying a word as the other wolf did. There was no need for him to know her name, after all she had lost and losers didn't deserve common courtesy.