She had seen the look in his eye.  The look that many younger warriors had when graced with the presence of an older beast with more battles in their past. He wished to pit himself against her. See if his skills and battle prowess were a match for her own. Resin hadn't made him wait for long. 

The ash and onyx woman was no longer the warrior that she had once been. Time and a plethora of injuries had seen to that.  These days her bones ached at the end of her patrols. There was a tightness in her chest that her daughter said may never go away. The result of an injury sustained while putting Iolaire's father to death. The price of his death was well worth it and so the giantess never mourned her loss of flexibility.

After days of getting settled in and falling into the routine of patrolling the borders of the territory, Resin felt the need for some more strenuous stimulus. No doubt the warlord too could use a bit of a break. Besides,  she hadn't been able to test just what kind of creature her daughter had tied herself to. 

The hulking she-wolf moved out onto a fairly flat section of the plains. This would do well for the activity that she had in mind.  Tossing her burly body into the long grass,  the woman rolled much like a pup, her large form tamping down the grass as she did so.  The area would by no means be perfect,  but the trampled grass would at least allow them some level footing. 

Satisfied with her work,  the large fae rose,  shaking out her thick obsidian mane when she was standing.  Muzzle tilted towards the sky and she sent out one long,  low call.  An invitation to Sirius, Warlord of the Ashen Armada, to come and test her mettle. She would surely test his.

Sirius was always quick to respond to a call within his pack. He owed something to these wolves, in return for their allegiance. He protected them, answered their questions and provided for them, so long as they in turn pulled their weight. He recognised the sound of Io’s mother, and was surprised to hear her call. Knowing how often she went on patrol, he wondered if her matter would be related to his borders.

He made his way across the plains in short order, and found the woman by the flattened grass. The older wolf looked expectantly towards him, and he cast his gaze around her, before returning to her dark form. A slow smile began on his lips. He knew why she had called him here, and expectation thrilled through him. “Resin, needing some brisk exercise?” he asked lightly.

Sirius responded to her hail promptly, which Resin appreciated. There was a grin on his face. Something that she hadn't seen yet. She, however, didn't grin. The one eyed woman most assuredly smiled less than most everyone. It just wasn't her thing. That didn't mean that there was a scowl plastered across her scarred visage. She was simply neutral. The woman was neutral in most things.

His words prompted a nod and her maw parted to speak. "I could use some exercise. Try to loosen myself up after my wounds." Iolaire had been working with her to help with the tightness in her shoulder and chest. The injury that she'd sustained had torn some vital ligaments and scar tissue had hardened. Her daughter assured her that she would regain most if not all of her motion in time.

Rolling her shoulders, the woman continued to speak, that single sulfur eye never leaving the form of the titan before her. "I thought that we might share tactics. Teach one another what we know." She also wanted to see what the man was about. Resin wanted to know just why her daughter would tie herself to a stranger so readily. Why did Sirius instill such loyalty in Iolaire? Perhaps, by the end of their training together, she would know.

Sirius watched her as she rolled her shoulders and spoke of tightness in her muscles. He remembered the limp he had seen when he had first encountered her. She had not complained on the journey here, and the strong scent of her around the borders told him of her activity. He hid another smile, wondering if Io would be as hard on her mother as she was with him and his injuries.

“Tactics are good” he agreed, greatly desiring to learn from the older warrior. He stepped closer to her, his larger frame only just towering above her stocky body. Moving slowly, so she would see what he was doing, he stepped into her personal space, brought his paw around, hooked it behind her front leg and pulled gently. As he twisted, a blade slid free of its hidden sheath in his leg bracer. It scraped lightly against her skin but didn’t puncture, and lay aligned with the tendons on her leg. It was a great way to disable a wolf early on - assuming you could land the blow. He released her and stepped back, indicating for her to go ahead with the show and tell.

Sirius seemed agreeable with her suggestion. He wasted no time in stepping forward and hooking one thick foreleg with his own. A blade slid out and grazed her skin, but did nothing more. Ah, so he was full of tricks. Resin didn't see much honor in tricks, but she was also a very... old school kind of woman. Honor and fighting fairly had always been important. That was why she rarely used her teeth in a fight. And never in a spar. It just wasn't fair.

Once he stepped back, Resin made a small sound of acceptance in her throat, but said nothing more. She had nothing similar to what he had shown. No hidden blades or fancy gear. The scarred woman was what she was and relied entirely on skill and experience.

Stepping back, she rolled her shoulder again. "Come then." She was ready for this little spar of theirs. Neither would end up hurt too badly. She only hoped that her shoulder would cooperate.

He took a step back, giving them some room after showing one of his tricks. He didn’t advertise the feline-like claws that replaced his wolven ones, and before now hadn’t shown her the blades hidden in their sheaths. When Sirius battled, he fought to win, and he held little back. He had been bred and raised a warrior of a bloody Empire, fighting was in his soul.

He waited for Resin to show her a trick of her own, watching as she rolled her shoulders and told him to ‘come then’ he watched her for a moment, expecting her words to mean she was leading him somewhere. She did not move, if anything, she looked seat to hold off an attack. uh perhaps her trick in turn required him to attack her.

Watching her carefully the younger warrior launched an attack, springing at her head on in an attempt to shove right right shoulder into the nap of the left side of her neck. His head moved around to her right side and he attempted to grab her by his teeth in the left side of her scruff and lock her down.


Sirius Fatalis vs Resin for spar
Round 1/?
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture - Male - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
Mutation - Offensive: Cat claws
Mutation - Offensive: Fangs
Skills: Master Fighter & Novice Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

At first the man didn't seem to understand what she was asking. As he waited, the woman planted her paws, bringing her neck level with her spine. Ears tucked back against her skull and muscles tensed. Senses were on high alert and when it finally dawned on him just what he was supposed to do, she was ready.

As he rocketed forward, she anticipated his move. It was the easiest line of attack to push and try to bite. A very standard attack, but a good first move. Hind paws planted in the tamped down grass, claws digging in for purchase. The giant woman snaked her body away, the man's teeth catching fur, if anything. With that same momentum, she pushed up off of the ground with front paws. Powerful muscles in her neck pulsed as she curled her chin downward, using gravity to pull her heavy body back to earth with the attempt to slam her forehead hard into his, much like a ram might do.


Resin Scarpaw vs Sirius Fatalis for Spar
Round 1/3
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Side Striped Jackal-Female
Companion 2: Side Striped Jackal- Male
Mutation - Offensive: Serrated teeth
Skills: Beginner fighter. Beginner Hunter
Disability- Missing one eye.