The festival had been a success, and so had the interest in the tournament that had been announced that he was hosting. After all the participants were accounted for, he led the march to the battlefield where the tournament would take place. He was curious to know who would win the first rounds as well as who would reign supreme at the end of it all. There were many he recognized, but also many he didn't. Regardless of who won the tournament, they'd be crowned Winterfell's Champion until the next tournament. After everyone was gathered, he started off by announcing the first of the fights. "First round for the advanced division starts with Poem and Ares. Remember, this is a dominance fight. Just do your best and may the best wolf win. Good luck you two!" The Northern King moved off to the side to spectate as well as start the other matches. He was curious to know who'd win the first rounds, and of course, who would reign supreme at the end of it all. OOC//back dated to the festival (though the tournament shouldn't affect anything timeline wise), please refer to the sign up forms for your characters Poem & Ares, as well as the Tournament Information. Spectators are welcome, though please try not to clutter threads too much <3 Good luck! "Speech"

Poem paced easily after the ground as Acere led the tournament to the battlefield. The young Destruction felt adrenaline race through her veins as excitement was palpable in the air. The girl couldn’t help the smile that played on her features as she took her place in line. She didn’t know who was to be her opponent but as Acere positioned them her blue and lavender gaze fell on the monster that she would be fighting.

He smelled of Imperialis and Poem had no doubt that he belonged to her extended family in some way. She was too excited about the fight to try and offer any discussion about familial lines as she prepared her defenses. Ears back, joints bent, and she kept herself on her toes. ”Ready or not!” She offered a quick warning with obvious elation as she started the battle.

The girl wasn’t focused on winning, she had little to no hope of making it to the end, but she was going to have fun. Eagerly Poem aimed to circled around Ares and attacked from the side. She aimed her right shoulder at the soft area of Ares’s body where his ribs ended. She would also open her jaws and aim to bit at his spine behind his shoulder blades.

Poem Destruction vs Ares for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing foreleg bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing hind leg bracers
Companion 1: Northern Raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert? Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

If it wasn't already obvious, he was excited. And it seemed everyone else was too. Eyes gleamed as he traveled to the battlefield among the others, trying to guess who he might be fighting. There were so many, it was hard to figure out. He could be paired up with anyone! And the prospect of fighting someone who might be better or at his same level fueled him! As long as he didn't get some wimpy kiddy baby whiner, he was good. When the Winterfell alpha announced rules and opponents, etc etc, he went on to face his opponent who, to his surprise, smelled and looked like the baby alpha of Abaven. Oh great. He wondered if this was also one of Rhyme's inbred kids...she did look an awful lot like Theory but who knew how many times Rhyme had been around the block.

Dismissing that from his mind, he focused on the fight after the girl said her thing and the Saxe squared up. He was ready! As she sought to circle around him, he maintained his position while keeping his eyes on her. When she tried to charge in at his side, he quickly wheeled around to face her and used his powerful hind legs to spring forward in an effort to slam the entirety of his chest into her face in the hopes of both knocking her backwards and preventing her from biting. Maybe a bruise to the nose as a bonus!

Ares Saxe vs Poem for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Her opponent seemed just as eager as she did when she gave him the tiniest of a heads up in the start of their battle. Poem couldn’t help but to smile, after everything that had happened to her she felt good letting loose and doing what she loved. From a young age she watched her father train and work to protect the pack that he loved, and from those early days she knew she wanted to do the same. She wanted to protect her family and her pack.

Those thoughts spurred her nward, even if this was a good natured battle Poem was serious. She was having fun, but she was also learning. The two of them were the same height, and had Poem been aiming to bite at anything lower than Ares’s spine he would have slammed her face. However his chest slam only managed to collide with her jutting shoulder. The impact was painful but the Destruction girl could only guess it hurt worse for her mottled opponent.

Her bite missed but she wasn’t going to give up so easily. With him facing towards her Poem rekindled her determination and opened her jaws once more to aim an eager bite at his face the second time. Poem aimed to wrap her jaws around the left of his face, over his left eye.


Poem Destruction vs Ares for Dominance
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing foreleg bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing hind leg bracers
Companion 1: Northern Raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Shit. He miscalculated his aim and where he'd actually be hitting, but by the time he realized it was too late. Her shoulder jabbed his chest and he felt the air leave him for a few moments, causing him to balk and try to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eyes, however, he saw her teeth come flying at him again and he couldn't think of anything to do except to duck. That in mind, he dropped his front half to the ground, hopefully giving him a second or two to recover before he launched forward with his powerful hind legs, aiming to slam into her body and hopefully knocking her back or onto the ground. Twisting his head towards her, he sought to grab her left foreleg in his jaws, and should he fail, well he hoped his longer fangs would manage to cut her at the very least.

He was far less than graceful when it came to fighting, he hadn't been training much with it. But he figured once this tournament was all said and done, he'd have to get more serious about training with it. He wanted to make his dad proud of him, and so far...he felt like his fighting skill wasn't something worth being proud of at this very moment.

Ares Saxe vs Poem for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1yr+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

POEM	ARES must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 79.35 93.15 69 26 POEM'S total is.. 307.63 Adjusted rolls: 4.8 71.5 60 84 ARES' total is.. 253.35

The scuffle quickly ended with Poem standing tall as the victor. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath and her skin stung where he’d managed to open her skin. She tried to even her breath and calm her heart rate as blue and lavender eyes fell onto her opponent. Likely a cousin from Rhyme’s estranged side. As she suspected he fought well, but his age and experience didn’t pull him through to the win.

The young Destruction backed away and lowered her head in respect for Ares and the effort he’d put forth. She could tell that he’d given her his all and she appreciated it, but there was only one winner. ”Good fight.” She offered up quickly before giving her attention back to Acere and waiting for her next match.