Tyrian had spent most of his youth squaring off with the young Imperialis group. He'd fought his brothers, he'd fought his niece, etc. And he'd been perfectly content to do that until now. Now he was ready to branch out. Even though he wasn't exactly "all grown up" now, he was old enough - and experienced enough - for the other members of the pack to take him seriously. And he was going to be taken seriously.

The first step in carving out a seat at the grownup's table as far as Tyrian was concerned was rolling with the big boys. He needed to show them he wasn't a child anymore and it was with that goal in mind that he threw back his head and howled out a challenge to the wolves of Legion: come and fight me.

Lúta continued to linger around the battlefield as she debated where to start and what to do with herself. She wasn't distressed about it though. At some point inspiration would strike, she would turn her head to the sky and she would know which way she was meant to go. The Spirits would lead her and she would listen but for now she was to practice the art of patience and keeping herself entertained until such a time she when she would be graced with a message.

It was just as well. Ragna still hadn't caught up with her and she did not want to lose her companion by wandering to some hidden crevice of this new land. So she would entertain herself with battle. A howl caught her attention and she followed it to see a massive yearling male with a fearsome set of teeth. She grinned. Oh this would be fun!

She dipped her head in greeting. "My name is Lúta. May I have the honor of this fight?"

Tyrian's jaw very nearly fell to the ground as he caught sight of the woman answering his call. A warning nudge from Tashi jumped started his brain and caused him to blink hard and close his mouth. He, a boy who had never - not once - a day in his life been shy was suddenly struck dumb. Being smitten was an entirely new experience for him and he was at a loss at how to combat it. There was not an armor in the world that could have protected him or advice that could have spared him from the tongue-tied feeling. She was going to want a response but for the life of him Tyrian couldn't remember how his mouth worked or how words were formed.

"Uh..." He swallowed hard and for reasons unknown that seemed to help grease the gears in his mind. Slowly things began to turn and semi articulate words began to flow. "Oh, um...yes, yes of course!" Tyrian swallowed again. "My name's Tyrian and it..." He lifted his chin and attempted to convey both maturity and confidence, neither of which were things he was feeling in that moment. "It would be my pleasure to share this spar with you."

He was going to do his best to be a gentleman here. According to his father that was a good way to get the attention of girls and while many of the old man's ways were questionable it was worth a shot. Even though Luta was older than him and likely on an entirely different playing field, Tyrian very much wished to earn the attention of the beautiful woman. He knew not what he wanted and would happily settle for scraps. "The first move is yours."

Lúta smiled at the boy's reaction and she resisted the urge to giggle. She wasn't terribly unfamiliar with this reaction. Wolves in her homeland rarely looked like her so she knew she could be a bit different to look at.

"It's nice to meet you Tyrian, my name is Lúta." He seemed a sweet boy and she was curious to see how he fought. His saber fangs did not go unnoticed, nor did the build of his paws. She was willing to bet they hid claws like her own. She quickly set her defenses and then burst forward straight toward the young man. Her head angled up as she sought to catch the underside of his neck in her jaws, close toward the corner of the boys jaw. She hoped to gain a hold but not enough to choke him. At the same time her jaws shot forward her weight shifted to her hind legs as she lifted both her front legs. Her left forepaw sought to dig claws into his right elbow while her right forepaw attempted to land on top of his left forepaw and pin it in place with her claws out.

Lúta Hoskuldr vs Tyrian for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

After introducing herself - god she had such a pretty name too - the woman charged at him. She was built along slimmer lines so instead of dodging or shifting away Tyrian decided to take it. Actually, no, he had a better idea. He rose up on his hind legs and sought to slam his chest down into her face and neck in a move reminiscent of a bighorn sheep headbutting. Doing so would likely cause her teeth to land somewhere on his chest instead but that was a risk he was willing to take. Because his front paws were lifted off the ground Luta's attempted clawed stomp on his left forepaw missed. However, he wasn't quite fast enough to cause her left forepaw to miss. Instead of striking his elbow, Luta's claws raked across the side and top of his right forepaw and split the skin wide open.

Tyrian versus Luta for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: Bard (n/a this fight)

Tyrian rose up on his hind legs, displacing her attack. She was impressed with his skills as her fangs found purchase on his chest rather than his neck. There hadn't been enough time for her to change her attack so she let her strike land where it would but she had no intention of trying to keep a hold on such an unwieldy surface. Her claws managed to strike his right forepaw. She quickly adjusted her weight, letting her legs curl under her as Tyrian's chest bore down on her, shifting her weight forward so that the bulk of his weight was across her shoulders and her head bowed under him. Oh lord he was heavy! She quickly kicked off with all four legs, hoping that he was off balanced enough on his two that she could flip him on his back. In the mean time her head rotated to the side as her fangs looked for a purchase on his belly.

Lúta Hoskuldr vs Tyrian for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Tyrian was a great deal more successful than he was used to and his first instinct was to be suspicious. In order for him to be that successful he had to either be a) really damn good or b) he'd made a mistake somehow. And while it was in character for him to think the former he'd gotten his ass kicked just often enough to make him know better. There was something he hadn't foreseen.

Ah, yep, she'd been right. Luta ducked her head under his chest instead of letting her face get smothered in the fluff of his chest. The moment she started to snake forward he knew he was in trouble. Her teeth dug into his belly just below his ribs and he stifled a yelp and quickly sought retaliation. Tyrian sought to slash his fangs up the right side of her back towards her neck/his chest. His goal was to follow along beside her spine but not so close as to jeopardize anything too important.

He was not unsettled by her attempt to throw him over backwards. Tyrian bore down and sought to lean all of his weight on Luta in order to suppress her movements. In addition to this he tried to wrap his forelegs around her ribs just behind her forelegs. If he could just hold her still he could control the fight.

Tyrian versus Luta for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: Bard (n/a this fight)

And the winner is...

Luta	Tyrian must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Luta: 343.74 (96, 41, 59, 74 - Adjusted to 110.4, 43.05, 59, 74) Tyrian: 166.26 (10, 48, 26, 37 - Adjusted to 13.5, 52.8, 26, 46.25)

- nyx