A slate-blue coydog with darker slate brindling bounces jauntily into the crowd with a wide open-mouthed grin on his face. He doesn't even really choose anyone so much as he stops with a cloud of dust before two of them. "Oh boy, I am so glad to be your guide today! Lucky you, you're the last two wolves to make it into this round!" he exclaims to Pyralis and Felicien. "I am just excited as all get out to watch the two of you! It's just going to be a fantastic ride! Hoowee, let's go have some fun!" He proceeds to practically drag the two of them to a circle of small stones set into the ground in a ring, like an overly-happy camp counselor ushering a pair of reluctant children to an activity. "I'm just tickled pink to be able to decide which one of you two amazing people are going to go to the next round! Just remember not to step out of the circle, because then you automatically forfeit!" He made an exaggeratedly sad face at that idea. "Now I would be pleased as punch if you would be willing to start us off!" he added to Pyralis.

I Will Burn Your Kingdom Down...

Pyralis strolled to her next match. She was disappointed she had lost but there was no point in worrying about it now. Besides, she was just here to have a good time. She'd leave the honor of the Abraxas name to her more serious relatives.  She faced off against her opponent, gave a light nod of acknowledgement and then proceeded to set her defenses, finishing with pinning her ears to her head. The first move was given to her. Excellent. She always approved of ladies first. Alkali took to the air to survey the scene.

Kicking forward, Pyralis sought to close the distance between herself and her opponent as she sought to build as much momentum as possible. As she neared she dodged to her right seeking to line the front of her left shoulder up with the crease between Feli's right shoulder and chest. She jutted the front of her shoulder forward, hoping to drive it in with enough force to sprain the joint and weaken her opponents mobility. In addition she sought to slam her chest into the male's chest. She wanted that rush of sudden violence.

As she jutted her shoulder forward, Pyralis lifted her left forepaw and attempted to slam it down on the innermost toes of Feli's right forepaw in the hopes of straining those joints as well. If she could limit her opponents motion it would give her a further advantage in this fight.

Lastly, her head rotated to her left as her jaws flung wide. She attempted to lean forward and bite into the left side of Feli's neck, aiming for the point where Feli's jaw met his neck. She sought to drive her lower teeth into the crook of Feli's neck just below his jawbone and to the left of his windpipe. Her upper teeth sought to drive behind the curve of Feli's jawbone and directly beneath his left ear. Pyralis' goal was a powerful grip that she could use to control her opponents head and maybe prevent him returning a bite.


Pyralis vs Felicien forTourney Spar
Round 1 of ?
Size: Extra Large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Harris Hawk (flying)
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None yet

He had lost his last match and honestly the old mercenary wasn’t feeling very confident in continuing in the tournament. He was past his prime, he tsked to himself, and these younger wolves had a fair better chance in winning than he. But did that mean Félicien was going to walk away just yet? No. He might have been old, he might have been half blind, but the man was not one to walk away and lie down quietly. It wasn’t his style. Féli was quiet once he made his way to his next match. His expression was stony, cold eyes shifting over those present. At last a coydog stopped before him and another, choosing them as the next combatants. So be it. It was time. Once he moved into the ring he turned to face his opponent. A silent nod was given to her as well, or at least that was what he assumed her movement had been, as a form of good sportsmanship. He set his defenses and silently cursed his waning eyesight. Relying on his instincts and what he could make out was going to make this fight harder for him. Heck, he wasn’t even aware of the woman having a companion with her. Félicien readied himself for the woman’s barrage of attacks. Though it was dangerous to let her close the distance so painfully close he allowed her to do just that. It was only once his opponent was about to make contact that the male shifted at all. He shifted to his left, side stepping just enough to throw off an anticipated shoulder slam. It was a common tactic wolves used in battle after all. The female’s left shoulder point would miss its intended target and instead hit air on Félicien’s right side. Momentum, however, carried the female into him regardless and Félicien compromised with a step backward before he shifted his weight more evenly across all his limbs to prevent being bowled over. As for the female’s paw stomp she managed to miss a majority of the male thanks to his own movement -- but it wasn’t enough. Pain flared up on the outer two toes of Félicien’s right forepaw as his opponent’s left one met some of their mark. He could feel them burning with pain… he’d have to be careful and perhaps even favor that leg a bit if he was to try and avoid further damage to the toes. Felicien lowered his head as his opponent attempted her bite. This alone displaced her positioning and her jaws instead fell further up his neck. Her lower jaw fell behind his cheekbone whereas her upper one managed to fall further up behind the area of his left ear. He felt a stab of pain as her fangs sunk in, drawing blood and succeeding into a moderate bite that, should he not act wisely, could potentially turn into one far worse. Féli reacted in that next moment, pushing his strength forward with his back legs as he attempted to shove his slightly larger body into hers. In that same move he attempted to lift his left forepaw and hook it around his opponent’s right foreleg and yank it towards him so that she might lose her balance and fall prey to his shove. Then, shifting his head to the right slightly, Félicien attempted to bite down in that area between his opponent’s left foreleg and chest. His lower jaw aimed to lay across the underside whereas his upper jaw, if placed as he desired, would lay across her left foreleg before he clamped his jaws down and continued with his attempted push. The angle wasn’t ideal, as it gave his opponent easier access to his neck, but Féli was gambling on the fact he might be able to shove her over and gain an upper paw. Félicien versus Pyralis for Tournament Spar Round: 1/2 Size: Extra Large Build: Heavy Offensive Accessory: -- Defensive Accessory: -- Companion 1: -- Companion 2: -- Mutation: Disability: Partial Blindness Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: N/A ""

I Will Burn Your Kingdom Down...

Pyralis' initial set of attacks just grazed the man but she'd had better luck with her jaws. Instead of seizing the man's face she managed to get a grip high on his neck, just behind his jaw. It was a good solid place from which she could attempt to control the man's head but then her opponent attacked. He pushed forward but she steeled herself, spreading all four of her limbs wide, her tail flagging out behind her for added balance. She needed to ground herself against the heavier opponent. In moving her limbs wide she displaced the man's paw swipe, his claws instead raking the inside of her right foreleg.

The man attempted to shift his jaws toward her which she could feel from her position so close to his head. Immediately she sought to counter as she attempted to thrash her head violently to her own right, seeking both to increase the damage from her own attack and to spare herself a bit of damage. It was a gambit. In thrashing her head she might well increase the damage but she also risked losing her grip as flesh tore.


Pyralis vs Felicien forTourney Spar
Round 2 of 2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Harris Hawk (flying)
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None yet

And the winner is...

PYRALIS! Due to Felicien not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Pyralis' favor. Felicien must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.

Pyralis grinned triumphantly as she was declared the victor. Alkali moved to land on the ground near her. "Good work, Pyralis." The older woman nodded but she wasn't paying to much attention to the bird. She was already on her way out of the ring and when she'd found a nice patch of shade beneath a large tree she settled down panting. This was brutal work. The tournament seemed to go on forever. Was this perhaps evidence of her old age? Surely she could've burned through the whole tournament in her youth. Alkali flew over to her and perched in a lower branch of the the tree, her head twisting around to bury in her pack. Ahhh… yes, sleep sounded good.  Pyralis laid her head on her forelegs, seeking to get a few moments of sleep before her next match.