The embarrassment of her class with Gossamer and Ophelia still burned as she stalked stiff-legged into the battlefield, her expression locked into an obstinately irritated frown that twisted and wrinkled the normally friendly visage into something akin to a snarl. She refused to be humiliated like that again - no, she was going to come here and fight every day and track down her fiercest older brother and fight him over and over too, no matter how many times she lost, until she was so skilled she could go to the next set of lessons and trounce Ophelia so soundly that everyone would stop viewing her as a child and treat her like a potential warrior. Everyone else got rank and training and responsibility and she got sent to the kid's table with Ophelia like she was as much a disaster as her tubby sister. Lifting her white-slashed head to the sky she called out fiercely for an opponent to dare show their face - so she could claw it off and vent her teenaged frustrations.

Dream found himself in the battlefield under far less negative circumstances. For the blonde wolf fighting was ingrained into his very spirit, the dance of war singing in his blood. Victory was a taste he relished, and with a pack to defend and impress now he really couldn't afford to let his skills grow dull. And so the large male had gone off to the one place he knew would have someone looking for a fight- though granted, when he heard the call and appeared before the female, he hadn't been expecting so scent his own pack on her. He probably shouldn't have been surprised given the fact that the Armada were fighters and he hadn't even met half of them yet, so it would make sense that the odds of him running into one of them out here were pretty high.

"Another member of the Armada? Lucky me." he mused, lips quirking up into an amused smirk. The she-wolf was younger and smaller than him, but he wasn't the sort to look down on someone because of something like that. A fighting spirit was admirable, and the tone of her call and the expression on her face were enough of an indiciation of that. "Name's Dream." he he added as he took up his position across from her, waiting for her to do the same.

OOC- first spar, please forgive me if I mess up!
"Speech"



Whatever opponent Aris had expected, it hadn't been a complete stranger smelling like the Armada. She hadn't particularly wanted to start out by attempting to maul a pack member but hey, the man had volunteered. The thought that he might report a poor performance to her father soured her further, however, and she narrowed her eyes to glare at the stranger. "Aris Fatalis," she pronounced very carefully, knowing perfectly well that her markings proclaimed her as Sirius' daughter even if she hadn't told her name so there was no point in hiding it. Of course it was an Armada member. That was her sort of luck. And he was a stranger so she had no idea what his relationship consisted of with Sirius either, so she had no idea what to expect of this.

She set herself up in a fighting stance across from him, her spines raised and her claws unsheathed, and without another word launched herself forward like a small spiky ball of fury. She bounded towards him and leaped, attempting to slam into his chest and wrap her arms around what she could of his neck to cling with her clawed forefeet while her equally pointy hind claws kicked wildly towards his lower chest and forelegs to try to claw them up. Her teeth she sought to bury in the meaty part of his scruff above where her forelegs were aiming to catch. The low yowl of fury that rolled from her throat was nearly as feline as her claws. Well, at least if he tattled to her father about her performance he couldn't say she wasn't enthusiastically fierce about it, even if she did end up getting steamrolled or something. Report this, Random Armada Member Dream.

Aris vs Dream for spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Black-footed cat, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Blue jay, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Oversized canines - Offensive
Mutation 2: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Spine bristles - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Beginner Fighter

OOC: if you have any confusion about the post or the fight system don't hesitate to ask! Any of the judges can answer questions about the fight system to help you get started!

The reality of the situation was that Aris had nothing to worry about, really. Dream wasn't so petty that he'd go running to the Alpha over injuries sustained in a fight he was a willing participant in, and he could only hope that this she-wolf was the same, because it'd be a damn shame if she went running to her dad if she ended up getting hurt today, because the blond had grown fond of Sirius and Mortis both in the time he'd spent in the territory, and it would really freaking suck if this little fight caused drama between them all, especially when Dream was still earning his place in the group. the possability wasn't enough to shake him though, and as she readied her stance across from him he prepared himself as well.

As she charged toward him, Dream let her close the distance, instead bracing his larger body for the impact. When it came and her forearms hooked around his neck, jaws and claws scrabbling for hold on his body, Dream lurched foreward and intended to use the position to his advantage, aiming to slam her into the ground on her back hard enugh to stun her for a moment. If this succeeded, he would try and get a grip on her with his teeth and give her a rough shake.

His chest and forelegs burned from the scratches that scored them from her unusual claws, but he was alight with adreniline and her eagerness and ferocity were contagious.

Aris vs Dream for spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium

OOC- thank you! Just let me know if I do anything super wrong lol. I'm gonna go find the fight guide to brush up on stuff now :)

Aris slammed into him and got the grip she wanted, hind claws gouging. She should have realized that it was too easy, that he had let her get in that position. The fact was made abundantly clear when the larger wolf slammed her into the ground. With her hind legs tucked up between them mid-clawing it did keep his full weight from slamming down on her, but she still hit the ground hard, and her jaws opened automatically in a gasp. She was tenacious in seeking to keep her grip with her claws though it might have been better for her if she'd let go and used them to fend off his jaws. Instead of thinking though - a problem she admittedly had in many facets of her life - she snapped her aching head forward like a snapping turtle, seeking to interrupt his bite with her own, aimed right for his tender nose.

Aris vs Dream for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Black-footed cat, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Blue jay, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Oversized canines - Offensive
Mutation 2: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Spine bristles - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Beginner Fighter

OOC: sorry this took so long! I didn't see a tag in discord so I thought I was waiting for you lmao

And the winner is...

Aris	Due to not posting within the allotted time Dream must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out.