Dragon vs Pyralis
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 Dragon, and "You," in the same manner to Pyralis, 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 Dragon, "Begin."
He had succeeded in besting Ashmedai in the previous round, and now it was time for the next one. He waited patiently after getting a drink of water, and had even found Iskra among the crowd. As she was picked out to go to her own fight, Dragon had offered encouragement and a quick nuzzle before he, too, was pulled away for a fight of his own. He wished her good luck before parting ways, the masked warrior following his companions as the coydog led them to another ring. He stood patiently as he waited for his opponent, and when her scent hit him, he realized who he was up against. Well, this was interesting. The last he had seen her was when her son had challenged for his pack...though he knew it no longer stood. He was disheartened to learn that the pack he worked so hard for had fallen and crumbled not long after Ashiel had taken it from him. But perhaps there were reasons for that that he didn't know about. Even so, it didn't matter. His alpha days were over for now, and he was content with the life he had.
"Hello again, Pyralis. I hope you and your son are doing well." There was no unkindness in his voice. Ashiel, after all, had won his pack fair and square. He respected the pair of them, and he would do his best against his opponent just like he had tried his best against Ashiel. Only this time, he had learned to fight much, much better with his disability. At least he thought so, anyway. Once again, Kimahri stood on his left while Shiva flanked his right side. Both of them were eager for yet another battle. "Don't make me have to knock you off your feet again," Shiva murmured to the earthen male, a smirk upon her lips. "Don't you worry about that," He grinned and began to set his defenses. Tail flagged out behind him, head lowering over his throat and chin tucking to streamline his spine. Legs spread equidistant apart, hackles rising as his lips peeled back to bear stained fangs.
He listened to the world around him, gauging where his opponent was before he moved. In a matter of seconds, his defenses were in place and he exploded in a flurry of movement. Sand kicked up behind him as he moved, his companions running alongside him before splitting off to either side of the pair of wolves. Dragon continued to surge forward in an attempt to come head on at Pyralis. He sought to crash his chest into her own chest dead center, his right shoulder jutting forward as he aimed to slam the point into the left side of Pyralis' chest. He sought to bruise and wind her should he make contact. Simultaneously, jaws flung open as he twisted his head slightly to his right and downward, aiming to try and get a bite upon the right side of Pyralis' shoulder. His goal was to bite and grip, hopefully getting a good enough bite to hinder her movements for the duration of the fight.
Meanwhile, as the earthen warrior attacked, Kimahri sought to rush in at Pyralis' left side. Claws were extended and jaws parted as he aimed to launch himself towards the left side of the woman's body. He aimed to crash his body into her abdomen, right forepaw extended in an effort to grip her back while his left forepaw sought to grip her stomach from underneath like a pair of five clawed scissors.
Dragon vs Pyralis for Tournament Spar |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.
Pyralis was pleased with her first match. It had been wonderful to see Czern again and to battle him. She was particularly pleased that she'd come out victorious. The next round was about to start and she knew the competition would only increase from here. A painfully thin coydog approached and to her surprise she was to fight Dragon, the alpha whose pack her son Ashiel had won in battle. Well, well, it seemed she was destined for all kinds of reunions today. She grinned. "Fancy running into you here. I've been keeping an ear out for news on Talis." Pyralis had been keeping an ear out for the rebirth of Talis and had been surprised that Dragon had not raised his pack again. Did he fear the Abraxas might take that one as well? Well, he didn't need to worry about Ashiel now that her son was devoted to a higher calling. As for Pyralis herself, leading a pack just wasn't her style. She looked over Dragon, he was all decked out in armor and trailed by his jaguar companions. She was outnumbered and out-dressed but that was fine. She had the blood of a goddess after all. If he was here that meant he won his first round as well.
"Well enough, the wheel of life keeps turning. We've lost some but gained more and my son has been graced with the ability to see beyond the veil. But I will not go on, and on. I hope you have been doing well and I look forward to battling you and your great cats." She had to admit she was a bit jealous of the creatures and their marvelous claws. Dragon was given the first move. Pyralis set her defenses with practiced precision. Her muscles tensed, limbs bent and ready to spring into action as Alkali took to the sky above her.
Dragon dove towards her and she sprang into action. With her body already coiled like a spring it took only an instant to push off with all four paws, leaping forward to her right and out of the way of Dragon's initial charge. However, she failed to escape his fangs which tore light lacerations right in front of her left hip. She swiftly planted her hind legs and pivoted her upper body sharply to the left, aiming to slam the point of her right shoulder into Dragon's left flank, just behind the ribs, with all the force she could summon.
Turning her head, her jaws flung wide as her head dove down. She attempted to sink her hungry teeth into his back, just forward of his hips with her upper fangs on the right side of his spine and her lower fangs on the left. She sought to cut her teeth into him and seize his spine in a crushing grip. In moving for her attack she'd unwittingly put Dragon between herself and one of his companions but even so she felt her fur stand on end at the thought that those predator cats were circling, just waiting to make her life hell.
Pyralis vs Dragon for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Harris Hawk (battle)
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None yet
Hear ye! Hear ye! Beware her Ladyship, her Excellence (etc. ad infinitum), Captain Pyralis Abraxas. Thread with at yer own risk! This cutthroat savage stands accused though not convicted of heinous crimes including murder, maiming, brawling, cursing, kidnapping and an unspeakable event involving a newt, two coyotes and a distressed potoo. Ye've been warned!
Pyralis was quick, that was for sure. Though it maybe felt like that to him considering he couldn't see when or where exactly his opponents were going to move until he heard their foot steps pounding the ground. His teeth had met her body, though not in the way he had hoped. Even so, he would take it in stride. This, after all, wasn't the hardcore fight just yet. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try to win, either. Pyralis would succeed in slamming his left flank with her shoulder, the Earthen male grunting from the unexpected strike back. Luckily for him, her attack would help him pivot his hips away from her and out of range from her jaws, the wind from her teeth brushing his fur and he realized how close she had been to landing a potentially nasty bite.
Kimahri, on the other hand, realized the position had changed all too fast, the jaguar barely having time to slam on the brakes before bunching his legs and making an awkward leap over the two fighting wolves. He hissed at himself for not being more careful. He had been pretty close to flaying his companion, but he'd been quick enough to sheath his claws as he sailed over and landed on the other side of them.
It was here that Shiva came in, the jaguaress watching the goings on as she looked for an opening. As soon as Dragon was struck and his body pushed out of the way, she made a beeline for Pyralis' back. The feline launched herself into the air, claws extended and fangs exposed as she sought to land square on Pyra's back with the intention of bringing her weight down on the she-wolf and bring her to the ground in much the same way she would bring down a prey animal.
Meanwhile, Dragon continued to do what he could. Hackles were raised and fangs bared as he surged forward, listening to the footsteps and movement around him. He had learned to discern the footsteps of his companions, so he could tell where they were and not mistake them for his opponent. He lunged forward, jaws open as he aimed to bite down on the woman's tail while simultaneously seeking to slam his chest into her rear. To top it off, he reached forward with his right forepaw in an effort to sweep her hind feet straight out from under her. He hoped to force her hind legs to buckle with his chest slam, or even potentially cause her to lose her balance.
Dragon vs Pyralis for Tournament Spar |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.
Pyralis was enjoying herself immensely. She hoped the tournament would be held again in the future and that she would be youthful enough to participate in it. She'd been keeping stress and restlessness pent up inside of her that was finally given an outlet. She kept her defenses solid as best she could. When she collided with Dragon her shoulder would hit with such force he was pushed to the side and her jaws just missed. She had no intention of just standing there and letting her target get away. Pyralis was anxious to use her greater speed against her heavier opponent. Her legs coiled and she sprang once more, her upper body arcing in to her left as she followed Dragon's hindquarters. They were almost a yin/yang, curling after each other. As such his assault would miss and his bid for her tail would succeed in just grabbing a clump of fur and failing to get a solid hold.
Her movement caused the cat's assault to land elsewhere. Instead of landing solidly on her back the cat's right claws would instead rake down her left thigh, due to her curving in, leaving moderate lacerations and spattering the ground with blood. Jaws spread wide her head arcing down as she sought to bite into his left side, high up and just in front of his left thigh. Her goal was to shred the Satorius muscle and cripple her opponents movement.
Pyralis vs Dragon for Dominance
Round 2 of 2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Harris Hawk (battle)
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None yet
Hear ye! Hear ye! Beware her Ladyship, her Excellence (etc. ad infinitum), Captain Pyralis Abraxas. Thread with at yer own risk! This cutthroat savage stands accused though not convicted of heinous crimes including murder, maiming, brawling, cursing, kidnapping and an unspeakable event involving a newt, two coyotes and a distressed potoo. Ye've been warned!
Pyralis was a bit too enthusiastic in her pursuance of her opponent. She'd never really done much fighting in a ring and as she twisted in for Dragon she failed to account for how close she already was to the edge. When her right hind paw stumbled against stone she didn't think twice about it until a sharp cough and declaration of her loss. Pyralis skidded to a stop then turned to face the coydog. "What? What do you mean I lost? Awww c'mon ref I barely tapped that rock." Alkali landed next to her laughing. "Out foxed by a rock, hm?"
"Oh hush, and what help were you?" The hawk continued to laugh and Pyralis sighed, a small smile adorning her face. "Well, Dragon victory is yours. Maybe we'll meet again in another round. I've got one of your cats to pay back." She winked playfully at Shiva before she exited the ring. Maybe Aureus would let her practice fighting Kali.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Beware her Ladyship, her Excellence (etc. ad infinitum), Captain Pyralis Abraxas. Thread with at yer own risk! This cutthroat savage stands accused though not convicted of heinous crimes including murder, maiming, brawling, cursing, kidnapping and an unspeakable event involving a newt, two coyotes and a distressed potoo. Ye've been warned!
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Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.