Banshee's wounds had healed well. One may say they arent one hundred percent but they were pretty darn close. At this point the scabs had fallen off and the skin was just itchy from the healing process. There was no longer a risk of infection or reopening any of the lacerations. That being said she was not nearly as frail as she had been but she was still skinnier then normal. Overall, Banshee felt fine. The yearling marched into the battlefield with one goal. To improve upon her fighting skills. Perhaps she'd find a match for a spar or a real fight. The thought of a fight beyond a spar gave her a shiver but with her growing knowledge she felt as though she may be able to hold her own with some more practice. Banshee moved through the barren and slightly chilled lands with a neutral demeanor. No longer was she surrounded by her kin or protectors. She was alone in a dangerous wasteland begging for a fight. What could go wrong? With that she tossed her head into the air and let forth an illustrious call beneath the sun's gaze for anyone willing to spar. ""

She stalked the battlefield like a harried ghost. Since her encounter with the enormous black wolf, Vera was feeling particularly powerful. It wasn't often that the dance of battle rewarded her in such a way. To overcome such a titan was an incredible feat... it had her feeling a little bit heady. Veraxes was ready for her next challenger. The soot dipped female paced three interconnecting circles, mumbling underneath her breath. It was a quick ritual meant to aid her in the coming fight.

Dried blood from a recent kill was still evident streaked down her chest and covering her front legs. There was a sickly scent of old viscera emanating from her. Vera pricked her ears as she heard a call and bounded to respond to the challenger. As she closed the distance, she was surprised by the size of her opponent. Hardly more than a whelp. Vera rumbled a short growl of greeting. "Your move." Although she sported the same fangs as the black titan, Banshee didn't look like much to her. An easy target?

The only experience with fighting Banshee had was in the winter tournament. She had been able to come on top a few times but eventually got knocked out of the fightings. It was a fun experience but it was also when she was less then even six months old. A mere pup battling other whelps with sharp puppy teeth and a flurry of giggles. Though, as of late she had been training beneath Sirius who had been verbally instructing her on a many of fighting related subjects. He was currently down for the count due to a broken leg, but she was consuming as much knowledge as she could. Hopefully a combination of practice sparring Wolves in the battlefield and his lessons she would be well on her way to becoming a fine warrioress. Banshee did not have to wait long for an opponent to arrive. Along came a beautiful monochromatic female at a very average height and build. The yearling was at her full size as of the last few months which was a bit taller then the older gal before her. The only thing setting them aside would be age and the strangers lack of fangs. This gave Ban a glimmer of hope but was fully aware that size was what not mattered. The skill locked away beneath the outer shell was what would count. The stranger spared no time for small talk or formalities as she spoke, indicating Banshee could make the first move. A surge of excitement and a twinge of anxiety filled the babe's core as she focused in on battle. Banshee secured her defenses by lowering her head and pointing her muzzle down to protect her throat. She bent elbows and knees to lower her form to the earth for balance. Her cream and auburn tail was flagged outward, hackles raised, lips curled up to expose the length of her fangs, and ears flattened against the curvature of her skull. The whelp was battle ready. Suddenly Banshee began a triumphant sprint towards her shorter opponent. The yearling dug her paws into the earth with quick striders, aiming to close the distance between herself and Veraxes. Rather then making the usual move of a chest slam the girl decided to attempt a bear hug. If she were able to get close enough to Ver, Ban would aim to lift her front paws off the ground by springing her front half upward. Those same front paws would then attempt to slam downward upon Veraxes' upper back. Banshee Klein vs Veraxes for Spar Round 1/? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Defensive Battle Accessory: Companion 1: Companion 2: *Companion 3: Mutation - Offensive: Extended fangs Mutation - Defensive: Disability: Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A ""