Plague had been all over the place in the past months. With the birth of new pups and things seemingly calm in the world Plague felt the desire to adventure. He was a year old and it was his right to explore. Previously the boy only encountered pack mates or maybe someone from the Armada. But lately he made it a point to fight his own social reservations and put himself out there to talk to strangers. Encountering those from other walks of life would only bring forth knowledge and experience that could help in the long run. Though he was not traveling so far from Ashen to merely chit chat... Plague ventured to the battlefield to get some sparring in. Pads kissed the earth with ease as the Abraxas-Klein weaved through the ruins. The soil smelled of blood, decay, and dread. Yet, the yearling marched on. Despite his deepening anxieties the male was hardly ever truly afraid of anything. He could be consumed by worry or a flush of emotions but pain didn't do much for him. In fact the pain of sparring and training seemed to burry his mental ailments quite well, for now. After finding a good clearing Plague lifted his head into the air and let forth a howl. He summoned forth anyone who desired a fight; spar or perhaps more.

It'd been a decent while since Caelia had come to the Battlefield. She'd lost her last fight here, but she felt like it had been a good learning opportunity nonetheless. Fighting against an opponent that wasn't someone familiar had been a challenge, but a welcome one, and despite her loss she didn't feel the least bit worried about trying again. It was all a step toward bettering herself as a fighter, and being more capable of protecting her family and the rest of Valhalla in the process... well, whatever family she had left. The thought of her brother who she hadn't seen for awhile now suddenly filled her mind, though she forced those thoughts temporarily away as she neared the Battlefield.

Luckily for her, someone's call - an invitation to spar - rang out across the field. The voice was male and sounded young enough that her interest was sparked. Picking up her pace, Caelia loped toward the voice, slowing as the figure came into view. Her immediate reaction, though it was hardly characteristic of her, was that the stranger was attractive. Nothing about him was immediately discernible to her other than that. He had an impressive build, quite a bit larger than her, with a pale white coat and darker brown markings. Only as she drew closer did she feel ashamed for even dwelling on his appearance; he was much younger than she'd realized at first, thanks to his size, and she felt a dull heat rise to her cheeks as she approached. She rarely thought about such things anyway, and to harbor such thoughts about a yearling?

Caelia shook her head as she approached, as if the motion might somehow dislodge her thoughts from the forefront of her mind. She was here to fight, not to gawk at strangers. It was easier to forget her train of thought when she drew closer, his scent clearly marking him as a yearling, far too young for her. "You're here for a practice fight?" Caelia asked curtly, coming to a halt a good few meters from him still, her head held high. There was no hint of wariness in her posture; she was here to practice and hoped that this stranger was good for a no-nonsense fight as well.

It didn't take long for a potential opponent to find him. A beautiful she-wolf made her way towards the clearing. Her fur was painted in gentle ivory with soft brown accents. She had eyes of sea foam and stood about ten inches below Plague. Within his young mind he couldn't fathom marking up her beautiful pelt. Seeing such a fae painted in blood was a sight he'd rather not see. But, she was the one who met his summons and it was a fight she desired. Plague shook those hesitant thoughts from his mind as he remembered all of the battle hardened woman in his family. They impressed him and so would this stranger, he was sure of it. The stranger cut to the chase and Plague offered a simple nod. "Yes." Gruff vocals marking his deepening voice could be heard. To escape his riddled mind Plague hunkered down into a defensive stance. Ears flattened to his skull, weight evenly distributed, and eyes narrowed. Sturdy knees and elbows bent to lower his hefty form slightly, just as his mentor Hela had advised. Plague lifted his inky lips to expose pearly ivories before offering another nod in her direction. "Good luck." Plague decided to take the first move to speed things up. He broke out into a charge towards his opponent. Unless she moved Plague would aim to raise his front legs off the ground and slam his two front paws down onto his opponent's upper back. The move was an attempt at what some call a 'bear hug.' Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Caelia for Spar Round 1/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A

Caelia, usually the picture of polite calm and certainly, suddenly felt her own thoughts derail her attention. Regaining her composure felt impossibly hard, but she did her best to reel herself to the present, away from her confused thoughts. She was here to fight, and to train, she reminded herself firmly - not to gawk and let her mind fly away from her. Momentarily narrowing her eyes, she tried to imagine the type of fight he'd put up. Caelia was used to fighting against wolves much larger than her, so she wasn't intimidated by his size necessarily.

"Same goes to you," she replied, and no sooner did she speak did Plague charge her, without much warning. Loosening her stiff posture, just enough so that her barreling into him wouldn't cause her to be knocked over completely, she braced herself for his attack. Immediately he moved to wrap his paws around her neck, to rest on her upper back, obviously attempting to maintain an upper hand over her right away. Swiftly she tried to drop to her stomach, knowing the move was a risky one and could quite easily give him more of an advantage over her right away. Slinking down to her belly, she lunged up with parted jaws in an attempt to grab hold of his throat, sure that such a feat wouldn't be done so easily, but it was worth the attempt.

Caelia Blythe Adravendi vs Plague for Spar
Round 1 / 2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A

In Plague's experience he had never seen such a move from an opponent. As the Prince went in for the proposed bear hug he was met with Caelia dropping to the ground. Maybe it was his lack of fighting experience or just an over sight but Plague didn't see it coming. That meant what came next was completely in the unknown and felt a moment of complete uncertainty. - Since what goes up must go down Plague's two front paws came shooting down to the earth with his weight behind them. He would try to use this to his advantage so he didn't feel completely hopeless. The yearling aimed his sturdy front paws to slam down on his opponent's back. Since Caelia was on the way up to bite his throat it would hopefully force her back down. But, he was seemingly a moment too late for the babe did in fact manage to scrape her teeth against his throat successfully, causing blood to paint his white fur red. If he was successful in his move he hoped to get a good pin on her, but she had already proven to be agile with many tricks up her sleeve. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Caelia for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A

In reaction to her move, Plague dropped his own stance, his paws slamming down to the ground on both sides of her. His much larger weight was intimidating, even from her position beneath him, with her jaws aimed at his tender throat. One wrong move and she'd be rendered completely vulnerable, despite being the one who'd tried to target his own vulnerabilities right off.

Her teeth managed to grab hold for a second, clamping down as she was rewarded with the taste of blood on her tongue. But the contact was short lived; as she felt his weight beginning to bare down on her she relinquished her hold, hoping to slide out from underneath him and avoid being pinned completely by him. It was all she could do to wiggle free from his grasp, hoping in the process to grab hold of one of front right forelimb and pull hard to force him to lose his balance.

Caelia Blythe Adravendi vs Plague for Spar
Round 2 / 2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

Caelia

Plague must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Plague: 183.30 (39, 47, 20, 73 - Adjusted to 40.95, 49.35, 20, 73) Caelia: 224.65 (79, 74, 24, 12 - Adjusted to 82.95, 74, 25.2, 13.2)

Judged with by Tealah