The fights kicked off almost immediately all around her and it didn't take too long for a stocky, brown-hued young man to set his sights on her. She noticed him moments before he went barreling toward her side. It sent a jolt of adrenaline though her veins and she did her best to leap out of his way. She had noticed him a moment too late though and his sturdy frame connected with her hip and knocked her completely off balance. She yelped as she went tumbling, letting herself do a roll instead of fighting against it so that she could quickly pop back onto her feet. At the very least the tumble she did gave her a bit of distance between her and her new opponent and gave her the chance to turn to face him. The messy beginning to their fight and the fact that he was far smaller than any of the other opponents she had taken on so far certainly made her hesitate, but she did her best to recover before he could land another attack. With the Ashen boy now squared off in front of her, she tried to imagine how someone like Resin would approach a sight with her since there was just about as much of a height difference between her and Resin as there was between her and his young wolf. She kept up her usual defenses with her slightly widened stance, even stance, tensing her muscles as she tried to spot an opening to make her own retaliation. Considering this was all mostly for practice and to learn, she decided to just go for it and lunged toward him. Even though he was shorter than her, he was still fairly stocky so she tried to use her nimbleness to her advantage in the same way she would have with someone larger like Sirius. She moved quickly with parted, snarling jaws to aim a bite toward his scruff. She tried to keep herself toward his right side so it would be harder for him to twist and land a bite of his own while she tried to get a hold of the loose skin around the back of his neck. Tamsyn vs Gimli for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Navigator Specialty: N/A

i'm nobody who are you She was late, like she always seemed to be nowadays. Calamity was proud of Venom for orchestrating the training experience but she couldn't help but feel like it was pointless. Everything felt pointless nowadays. It was half teenage malaise, half... something else. The princess kept searching for something but she didn't even know what she was looking for. Whatever. Today was about Venom and the raid, not her. Pushing her thoughts aside, Calamity took to the plains that had become their warzone. She spotted Killian apart and alone, not yet engaged with anyone. Pinning her ears back, Cala picked her target and raced towards him with her head characteristically lowered. No one ever expected the antlers! Hopefully she'd buffet him backwards from the blow to her chest and then she'd just, uh, figure it out from there. Calamity Klein Abraxas vs Killian for Dominance Round 1/? Age: 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter Specialty: N/A "calamity ordains you unworthy"

And the winner is...

ZEITGEIST

HARBRINGR must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Zeitgeist: 380.63 Rolls: 90 28 38 85 Adjusted Rolls: 126 30.8 62.7 85 Harbringr: 348 Rolls: 94 4 38 88 Adjusted Rolls: 126.9 4.6 58.9 88

- nyx

And the winner is...

NATHA

PESTILENCE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Natha: 392.19 Rolls: 95 42 86 6 Adjusted Rolls: 128.25 46.2 133.3 6 Pestilence: 389.44 Rolls: 18 93 87 30 Adjusted Rolls: 24.3 106.95 87 33

- nyx

And the winner is...

RESIN

HELA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Resin: 287.79 Rolls: 74 15 49 76 Adjusted Rolls: 108.75 16.5 49 76 Hela: 260.07 Rolls: 92 90 26 20 Adjusted Rolls: 92 99 26 20

- nyx

And the winner is...

SIRIUS

VENOM must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Venom: 263.34 Rolls: 53 30 100 7 Adjusted Rolls: 68.9 37.5 105 8.05 Sirius: 315.19 Rolls: 49 48 69 25 Adjusted Rolls: 105.35 52.8 69 25

- nyx

And the winner is...

PLAGUE

MALALIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Plague: 349.75 Rolls: 88 91 74 56 Adjusted Rolls: 92.4 95.55 74 56 Malalia: 222.42 Rolls: 94 65 14 5 Adjusted Rolls: 117.5 65 14.7 5

- nyx

His apprentice went for his neck, and he batted her away with a powerful blow, Bast wound between her legs, offering a second of distraction, that allowed him to turn the tables, and grab her by the neck. He held her gently for a moment by the throat, and released her. He kissed her brow “Good fight Venom, get checked out by Deathbelle and Io, eh?” He said softly to the Ashen Heir. He thought for a moment she might have gotten the better of him. She was definitely going to be someone for the world to fear. She just needed to be knitted out a little more, have some more surprises up her sleeve.

He moved away from that battle, surveying the field for a moment. He saw his Wife beat Harb’s ass, and chuckled softly. That’s my girl.

Finding an Ashen wolf still in the running, and having just finished a fight of his own, the Warlord would turn his attention to them. “Not bad Malalia, head to Io” he ordered his pupil, as he took on her successful opponent.

“Hello, Plague” he said with an easy smile, standing off against Venom’s sister. He was curious to see how well Plague’s training had come along. With Bast beside imi, and Marshal keeping pace above him, the Warlord would launch himself forward. In his traditional play, he aimed to clash against the smaller wolf by colliding his right shoulder against Plague’s left. Bringing the combat into close quarters.


"Speech"

Sirius Fatalis vs Plague for Dominance
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 - extra large - Male - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
Mutation - Offensive: Cat claws
Mutation - Offensive: Fangs
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

Plague was silently declared victor of his first fight. The two parted from their dance and he seemed to shake out his limbs slightly. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins as his forest green eyes grazed over his form opponents body. Blood stained the pair of them but he seemingly felt fine. The chemicals in his brain urged him to keep going after feeling a rush of excitement from a real victory. "Good fight." Gruff vocals escaped a rigid jaw. Before Sirius padded closer Plague looked around at the battlefield. He witnessed some of his brethren retreating and a small twinge of annoyance came forth. Despite it being a practice raid he did not want to lose. The sight of Venom falling back made him only desire to continue on even more. He hoped to be her second one day and Plague wanted nothing more then to prove his worth. Thus, as Sirius padded up, dismissed his pupil, then challenged Plague... There was no resistance. "Sirius." They had never spent time with one another but he respected the warlord. A force to be reckoned with. Now it was time for Plague to experience said force. The younger male settled into a familiar defensive stance before the fight ensued. Ears flicked back, lips curled up, and eyes narrowed. He lowered his body towards the ground a bit, distributed his weight evenly between four large paws, and raised his hackles. Plague was prepared as he ever would be to fight such a titan. Sirius charged at Plague and in an instant the slightly shorter male sprinted forward. As the distance closed between them Plague aimed to side step to his right. Using those last strides to do so quickly and fluently. This movement caused a partial dodge of a massive impact but Plague did not clear the titan entirely. Sirius' shoulder managed to hit the very edge of Plague's causing the younger male to jolt a bit. He sucked in a breath and growled it out before aiming to whizz by, knowing that the impact would cause more bruising. Plague attempted to ram his left shoulder into Sirius' abdomen, around the center of the rib cage. Meanwhile, he also aimed snapping fangs at the warlord's upper leg hind leg, an attempt at being the first to draw blood. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Sirius Fatalis for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

It seemed things were looking up for the Armada. Venom, Harbringr, and one or two others retreated into the woods. Killian couldn't help but to feel proud even though it was all for practice. They were all giving it their all it seemed so the victory was real non the less. Either side wanted to win in 'friendly' competition. Though, he was growing rather impatient while waiting for an opponent. He was glad when a group of Ashen Wolves finally made their entrance and it was time for some action. A few made their claim on opponents before he could do anything but one of the Empress' spawn chose him rather quickly. Calamity charged at him with antlers being her lead. Killian did not want to know what a brunt impact with antlers felt like, thus he aimed to act fast. As Cala charged at him Killian jolted to his right before lurching forward. He aimed to meet the left side of her chest with the left side of his chest to ensure she was impacted by the slam as much as he was. As the distance was closed the larger male would redistribute his weight to mostly his hind legs and attempt to lift his right paw up enough to press it back down on Cala's upper back. In the same breath he'd attempt to grip her scruff with his teeth. Killian's goal was to have enough leverage to get the girl down to the ground with as little effort as possible. Killian Klein vs Calamity Klein Abaraxas for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A

He hadn't been able to hit her where he wanted, but he had succeeded in knocking into her hips and rolling her completely over. As a result, his teeth snapped on air but that was fine. He preferred a head on approach anyway, and the woman gave him just that. They faced each other now, and while he was much smaller than she was, he kept his stance squared while trying to keep light on his toes. He was bulkier than most small wolves (though he didn't know any other wolves his size if he was honest) so he relied on his size for speed and his bulk for hitting others where it hurt.

Like most others that were bigger than him, she dove in for his scruff. The boy uttered a "tch" under his breath at the expected attack since that's what they all seemed to go for because he was small, he thought. At least, that was his experience so far. She came at him from his right and he spun around to dive beneath her, his body lowered to the ground and his head tucking in as he used his body to knock her legs out from under her before extending his neck in an effort to snap quickly at her belly. While he knew this was always putting himself in a vulnerable position going beneath someone, he generally knew how to counter that, too. But he mainly relied on his quick footwork and bulk to try and sweep their legs out and bring them down.

Gimli Ahlberg-Klein vs Tamsyn for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: 1yr
Size: Small
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Norwegian forest cat, Male - Battle - Boosted
Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Navigator
Specialty: N/A

The pair collided and Recluse grunted, her opponent it seemed was a bit more prepared for her charge than she would have liked, he provided more of a wall than anything, and as he bent his neck, her jaws missed their target, even if she managed to get a hold on his neck. She saw him move and jerked a little, a moment later and Recluse felt fangs piercing into her own neck, on the left side near the top of her shoulders. Reclus growled in pain but didn't release her hold instead trying to chomp down harder, at the same time he lifted her left forepaw and sought to slam her wrist into his throat, now that it was closer to her limbs. Lilith for her part had managed to slither out of the way of the oncoming bite and was now creeping back, she coiled her body, waiting, watching. Then would spring herself forwards, small but vicious jaws gaping as she sought to sink her deadly fangs into the young boy's nose, though she'd keep short of poisoning the yearling. Recluse Ithuriel-Klein vs Dunkan for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: 1 Year Size: Large Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Black-necked spitting cobra, Female - Attack Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: N/A speech think action

Art by Akage-Kitsu

Natha's claws were just too much to take upon Pesto's face and she was pretty sure that her blind flailing was not doing a single thing. "I give, I give!" She exclaimed after a moment, squinting hard in pain to await the cat to unhook her claws from the yearlings flesh. Gingerly she opened her eyes, finding them thankfully whole and untouched. "It was a good fight, we're even now." Pestilence would definitely be looking to rematch her in the future, best out of three was definitely the way to do things. For now however, she'd back off as instructed from the raid and go find her mother for healing.

From the corner of her eye she spotted Toxicity, and the scene gave her pause. It infuriated the girl that the Abraxas bitch was allowed to participate in the exercise, and Pestilence hovered nearby while still quite obviously out of the battlefield so none would initiate another fight with her. She'd wait until Toxicity's current fight was done and then... well, she wasn't sure about that part.

-Exit thread, Pestilence is knocked out and can no longer participate- <3 Will make a new thread for you, Iko!

Dunkan Sarcova "SATISFACTION IS RESERVED FOR THE NONCONFORMIST." Dunkan was far from done as he wanted to give his best in those battle, even if it wasnt mean to be a real one it still would give him a lot of experience. And there his bite was successfully taking a firm grasp on the female's scruff. But it didnt take long before the female smacked him with her wrist on his neck. The blow was substantial but he still wouldn't let her go, and deep in his skin he felt her jaws shutting harder. A soft growl came out but that was all. Quickly he attempted to release his bite , then he tried to back down a few steps. Simultaneously he would attempt to run and smash his body against hers, hoping to do so with a lot of strength. But then he felt as something sank their fangs on his nose. Quickly he attempted to getaway. Dunkan Sarcova vs Recluse for dominance Round 2/2 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

Malalia pulled away, heaving with breath and a growl threatening to sound from the back of her throat. Good fight, he'd said, even while her ears flattened, limbs remaining stiff as if still in battle. She'd still lost. But she wasn't about to pout like some spoiled pup, and returned the warrior a courteous (if begrudging) nod. The Warlord had come up to the pair by then, with orders for the yearling to go to Iolaire. Sirius would face Plague again himself. The adrenaline was still coursing through her as she loped towards the healer, biting back her anger.

--Exit.

Toxicity didn't have to wait long before someone squared off with her. As her eyes scanned the battlefield, she saw Banshee coming towards her. Tox knew little of the woman and held neither positive nor negative conceptions of her. It was always hard to fight with such ambivalent feelings. Tox much preferred fights with actual subsistence behind them, but of course those were the only types of fights she had been into up to this point. There was no fun fight to her, she did it simply as a necessity.

Banshee charged at her and Toxicity mirrored the motion, but as Banshee reared, Tox saw an opening. She continued her charge, jaws widening and head tilting as she lunged, surging forward with more purpose than before. Banshee's paws came down upon her middle back, just below her shoulders. The woman's jaws snapped at the area between her shoulder blades. Both wounds stung, and blood would rise from the bite wound, but neither were serious. This wasn't that type of fight, after all. Her chest slam went unnoticed as Tox struggled to kick herself closer to Banshee's soft underbelly. Tox's back paws dug into the dirt as she launched herself, her front paws aiming to slam and pin Banshee's back paws to the ground in hopes of preventing her from recoiling easily. Her opened jaws sought to purchase under Ban's ribs, where the fur was more scarce. Banshee may have drawn the first blood, but Toxicity intended to draw the last.

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Banshee Klein for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Tamsyn's teeth snapped back together, unfortunately missing her opponent's scruff as he dove out of the way. Before she could redirect her attack, he ducked out of her reach and surprised her by slipping under her. Her hackles bristled and her inexperience with fighting showed for a moment as she froze up and just tried to stretch out her legs to put a touch more distance between him and her stomach. Since her stance wasn't as stable as it could have been, his body hitting her legs knocked her over yet again. She tumbled over onto her side, where he had connected with her legs and where her shoulder hit the ground immediately feeling sore from what was sure to be some bruising. She was getting knocked around quite a bit by the stocky Ashen fighter and at this point she was just trying to get hits in where she could and recover as quickly as possible. She scrambled back onto her stomach, narrowly missing his snapping teeth. His bite scraped her side instead, but that felt safer and more manageable than the tender skin of her stomach. He left a shallow bite on her left side near her hip, just enough to make her wince. She quickly pushed off the ground, but instead of trying to get back to get paws, she made another lunge for the male. This time she parted her paws and reached for his back leg since it was the closest limp to her in their current configuration. With her legs coiled under her it made for a very rapid attack, though maybe not the most graceful one she had ever attempted. She remembered to keep her tail tucked under her and remained pretty low to the ground so at the very least she couldn't get knocked over again. She hoped to get a grip on his hind leg near his knee and use the momentum from the jolting lunge to pull him to the ground in the process. Tamsyn vs Gimli for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Navigator Specialty: N/A

The Warlord’s attack his Plague to the side of where he had intended. Good enough, if not exactly what he had been after. Now the battle would be brought into close quarters, where Sirius always did his best fighting. The smaller wolf would try to keep going, and Sirius would attempt to bring his paws up and wrap him in a bear-hug to keep him from going anywhere, but it was too late.

He re-stabilised his paws as Plague slipped by him, and would attempt to go for his hind leg. Bast would be there then, appearing beneath the Warlord, and snarling at the smaller wolf, as she attempted to protect him from, underneath.

Sirius would attempt to bring around his right forepaw, and catch it around the man’s left. He also made the motion needed to twist, and pop open his hidden blade, in a bid to drive it into the sost bend of the wolf's ankle.
The Warlords fangs would attempt to scrap against the back of the white wolf's head.

"Speech"

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

i'm nobody who are you For such a large, stocky wolf, he surprised her by how light he was on his paws. Calamity gasped as he lurched to the side and slammed into her - the blow nearly knocked her breath away. She staggered backwards to maintain her balance, digging her claws deeply into the dirt. Just as she gathered herself for a second attack Killian reared on top of to try and wrestle her to the ground. Grunting, Calamity sat down hard and fast to try and get him to glide downwards off of her back. As she sat she ducked her head so he couldn't get a firm hold of her ruff and jammed her antlers hard towards his ribcage. A good old poke always did the trick! Calamity Klein Abraxas vs Killian for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter Specialty: N/A "calamity ordains you unworthy"

Banshee felt her two front paws slam against her opponent's back. The Fatalis was also able to grip Tox's hackle's with eager fangs. Blood surged into her mouth, a tiny victory, but it was not the victory. Banshee's underbelly was horribly at risk and her opponent promptly took advantage of it. Suddenly she felt Tox lurch forward and her grip on the younger gal's hackles was loosened. Fangs fled from flesh and her two hind paws were pinned to the ground. Banshee hadn't prepared for such a move. Thus, she felt fangs delve into her sensitive skin near her ribs. Blood was drawn and dripped down with ease. The pain made a growl rip from Ban's throat but she knew not to dwell on the feeling. With a rippling growl Banshee ensured her balance was maintained on her hind legs. With pinned hind paws she wasn't going to get far. Thus, she'd work with what was presented to her. Banshee attempted to land a bite at Tox's lower-middle back. Her head angled gently so her upper fangs landed away from the spine. Her goal was not to cause lasting damage but to cause some damage in general. She'd also aim to press her front paws down on Tox's back in attempt to press the younger Wolf down towards the ground. Banshee Klein vs Toxicity Abraxas-Klein for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A ""