An old coydog who had once been ginger with darker brindling but now has more gray on his muzzle than ginger and only a few dull yellow teeth left totters up to the remaining fighters and surveys them while sucking on his teeth. "You and you," he says to Artur and Eurus in a faint, querulous voice. "Rest of you wait yer turn. Come on then, I haven't got all day." He leads them to a circle of stones set into a ring in the ground. "Iffen you get a paw out of bounds you forfeit," he told them. "Once you're done wearing yerselves out I'll decide who wins. You go first," he says to Artur. "Now git going!"

Artur was still furious with himself for forgetting to stay inside the ring and losing to an infant, so it was little consolation that he wasn't knocked out of the tournament entirely from his mistake. He was somewhat mollified by the fact that Caelia had also lost her first match, and it was against a younger pup as well. They were both to be part of a different bracket now and he would have to work his way up through that - the loser's bracket he mouthed bitterly to himself - to have a chance at the title. With so few to pair up only he and another boy who had also lost would be fighting this round, it seemed. He eyed his opponent as they followed the coydog. Artur was the taller one, but barely, and probably because of the slight difference in their age. He would be willing to bet that if they met as adults they'd be the same height and a similar weight. They were much better matched than his last fight... and since he'd managed to lose that one he found himself much warier than he might otherwise have been when they faced off.

When the ancient coydog indicated him to go first, Artur wasted no time. He sprinted forward, attempting to slam the point of his shoulder into the other boy's chest. His jaws he attempted to close over the bridge of the other boy's nose to try to force his muzzle down towards his own chest so he couldn't bite. His left forepaw he tried to hook around the boy's right forepaw to pull it out from under him, a move that his mother had taught him but he'd never really tried. He did all three at once, wanting to end the match quickly before he could possibly accidentally step out of bounds.

ARTUR vs EURUS for TOURNAMENT
Round 1/?
Size: pup (no bonus)
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A

He was glad that he had a decent amount of recoup time between rounds, resting and getting himself cleaned up and ready. His first opponent had made him tap out he was unable to keep his focus on both his opponent and the companion that came with him. The large cat had a dangerous hold on him and he had felt there was no other way out of it then to simply give up. It was discouraging, but giving him information on what he needed to learn more on. Plus he was testing himself out whether this was the path he wanted or not. He was picked out once again and quickly fallowed the Coy to the stone ring, stepping inside on the opposite end of his opponent. He was pretty equal in size to him and Eurus was already planning on his first move as the Coy directed the other male to go first. Just like Aureus had, the other male immediately charged and Eurus did the same. He charged forward and slightly to the left, aiming to slam the point of his right shoulder into the other male's right side of his chest. Lowering his head down and pointing his muzzle slightly to the right he aimed to try and get his jaws around the other's right front leg. When they collided the male’s point of shoulder landed right on the outside of Eurus’ shoulder, hitting against the bone and making him grunt and quickly shift most of his weight to his other three limbs. The male’s bite to Eurus’ muzzle would miss since his head was bent downward and the male’s leg hook would hook around his right leg, but his weight was already redistributed and wouldn’t unbalance him much. Eurus vs. Artur for TOURNAMENT SPAR Round 1 of 2 Size: pup (no bonus) Build: Medium Offensive Accessory: Defensive Accessory: Companion 1: Companion 2: Mutation: Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty:

His opponent moved as he too charged towards Artur, and their combined weight and velocity hurt more than Artur expected it would. His own bite missed when the boy ducked, and while his leg managed to hook his opponents foreleg it didn't have the effect he had been told it would, and he quickly abandoned that precarious grip to pivot to face his opponents right shoulder - unfortunately since only his hindquarters moved, the other boy's bite scored a long gash on his right foreleg before he instinctively jerked back at the pain, keeping the boy from getting a solid grip on him. Young as he was, Artur had not yet learned to accept pain in a fight, and the clamber of various injuries wanting his attention was a bewildering cacophony of pain that his much gentler spars with his siblings hadn't prepared him for. It narrowed his focus down to one thing - hurting the other boy as much as he was hurting. Coiling his hindquarters beneath him, he drove forward again, this time aiming the point of his left shoulder towards the boy's ribcage right behind his left foreleg about halfway down, looking to hit as hard as he could. At the same time he snapped out with his jaws, attempting to grab the boy around the neck, with his upper fangs overtop his neck behind the ears and his lower jaw seeking to catch the side of his throat right where it met the other boy's jaw, intending to grip there hard.


ARTUR vs EURUS for TOURNAMENT
Round 2/2
Size: pup (no bonus)
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A

There clash had hurt, but Eurus pushed through it and though his mark didn't land completely, he managed to make a long gash before the other boy pulled his leg back. Eyes looked upward and she reset his defenses, see that the male had moved his hindquarters and was facing his shoulder now. Eurus would also swing his hind end to the left, managing to miss the strong blow to his ribcage. The male's bite would land as he had planned it, but Eurus didn't hesitate to plow forward once more, aiming to slam the point of his right shoulder into the left side of the male's chest. He could feel the blood ooze from the male's bite and he would make the bite worse with his own movement, but Eurus wasn't baking down. He did try to move his head to prevent worse damage, but at his angle it was fairly difficult, but he would also be pulling the boys muzzle closer to his own chest in the process. Hopefully this alone would make him release his grip, but only time would tell. Eurus knew that wounds and bruises would heal. Right now he was focused on proving that he was cut out to do this and that he would male a good fighter as he aged. Eurus vs. Artur for TOURNAMENT SPAR Round 2 of 2 Size: pup (no bonus) Build: Medium Offensive Accessory: Defensive Accessory: Companion 1: Companion 2: Mutation: Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty:

And the winner is...

ARTUR

EURUS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Artur: 265.43 Eurus: 226.1

- judged by Nyx

He tried to hold out, not wanting to back down and admit defeat. This was meant to be a test, to figure out what he needed to work on and he had felt confident in his ability. The first loss he simply felt it was because the other wolf had a companion and he hadn't been trained enough to know how to fight with that, but this time he didn't know what happened. It might have been the blood loss from his last fight and this fight, combined with the heat of the sun and his emotions running so high. Eurus didn't know for sure, all he knew is when he tried to plow forward his body would buckle on him and he would fall into the ground. He was beat, the other boy had won and it was another crack to his pride and his confidence. He wanted to be a great fighter and felt that was where he was meant to excel, but right now he felt far from a fighter. Eurus didn't attempt to get up until the Ref called the fight, once that was over he stumbled to his feet, wobbly at first, but steadied himself out. "Good fight," he would call to the other male before working himself out of the ring. "Good Luck on your other fights." "Speech"