The last time Banshee graced the Battlefield with her presence was to reunite with Sirius. It was an eventful and rather emotional experience. This time she was merely there to spar. With ambitions of becoming a prized warrior of Ashen she knew it was time to start training. The Fatalis- Klein moved her way through the blood soaked field with a look of neutrality painted across her face. It took little to no time to find a proper sparring ring and the woman took in a deep breath before tilting her head to the heavens. A howl came forth, summoning anyone with the desire to brawl. Anticipation bubbled in her chest as she straightened back up and waited for an opponent. ""

It had been a long time since he was last here. Magenta gaze scanned the battlefield as he walked through it, ears twisting to catch the sounds of distant fights already underway. It had been a long time since he'd fought anyone, so he wanted to test his skills to see if he was still decent and where he needed to improve. He didn't want to grow stale in his skills, and sitting idly was something he wanted to leave in the past. Eventually, his path would lead him close to another as her voice called for someone to join her. His interest piqued, the former Praetor male made his way towards her. There he found someone, a woman roughly the same age, with fangs longer than average. "I'm here to answer your call." He said simply, settling into a defensive stance as he waited for her to either speak, or simply get the fight underway. "Speak"

It wasn't long before a potential opponent approached. The gold-black male made his way to the clearing and broke the silence. "I'm here to answer your call." Simple and to the point, Banshee appreciated that. She allowed herself a moment to take him in. As her eyes slipped over his face she couldn't help but to feel like she knew him, but Banshee couldn't pinpoint from where or if she did at all. He just had a familiar look to him, which honestly was not rare in these lands. Everyone seemed to be littered with similar markings handed down to them by their bloodlines. Like all the piebald's in her family or the stripes that signify a Fatalis. "Good." A fang filled grin slipped across her lips, "I'm Banshee, by the way." Her head dipped down to give a respectful nod before the fighting began. They were of a similar build so even if him being a smidge taller they seemed to be at an even playing field when it came to physical advantages. Other than his lack of fangs, of course. Banshee settled into her usual fighting stance. Ears flicked back, lips curled up, weight evenly distributed, and hackles raised. After waiting for him to appear ready the she carried out the first move. - Large paws carried the femme towards her opponent in all out sprint. Digging her pads into the dirt to ensure each step was made with purpose and balance. With intentions of quickly closing the distance between them Banshee angled her chest to be in line with his right shoulder. Ban slowed down right before impact was inevitable, aiming to slam her chest into his shoulder. But, instead of reaching high the shorter gal lurched her head down, aiming to take a small step back as she did, and tried to hook his front right leg with her fangs. If successful with the hook attempt she'd try to yank the limb towards her in one swift and fluid movement. Hoping to disrupt his balance early into the spar to gain the advantage immediately. "" Banshee vs Tyto for Spar Round 1/?? Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer

The woman accepted his intent to spar her. Good. She even introduced herself to him, and he nodded in greeting. "Tyto. He responded in turn. It had been years since he had seen the woman or heard that name, so the vague familiarity that she felt was completely over his head. The man didn't even have contact with his own family. He had opted to abandon them after they had abandoned him, and it was very likely that he would deny any and all association with his blood. Hell, he had even ditched his family surname and made his own. A clean slate. Even his sister was dead to him. He settled into a defensive stance, magenta gaze observing her and those long fangs she had. She wouldn't be the first nor the last he would fight with longer-than-average fangs...it was just going to be a matter of keeping those things from getting a hold of him. Finally, when they were both ready, she rushed at him. Banshee came hurtling towards him in an effort to close the distance. He narrowed his gaze, weight evenly distributed as his joints bent to lower himself a bit. He was ready to move, and when he did, it was to strike when she got close. Her chest aimed for his right shoulder. Lowering his head a bit, he coiled his hind legs and sprung forward, jutting the point of his right shoulder forward as he also shot forward like a javelin, aiming to drive the point of his shoulder into her to worsen the impact and potentially bruise her (he of course, would definitely get a bruised shoulder). And as she aimed to grab his forelegs, he sought to slam the side of her head with his own. A gnarly headbutt, if you will, to knock her jaws off course. Tyto vs Banshee for Spar Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Medium Companion 1: Verreaux's eagle-owl, Male - Battle Companion 2: Eurasian lynx, Male - Battle Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Hunter "Speak"

As Banshee came barreling towards Tyto he quickly jutted out his shoulder blade and before she could react the babe was met with a bit more pain from the impact then originally anticipated. A small grunt could be heard as they clashed together but there was no time to waste on pain. That would come later. Ban continued on with her assault, lurching her head downward in hopes of grabbing a limb. Before her fangs could make purchase her opponent's head came clashing into her own. A ring of pain moved through her skull and this time he produced a growl from the fae. - In immediate retaliation Banshee whipped her head towards his own and aim to latch onto the side of his neck, the scruff. She wasn't going to go in for a bite since her fangs can do a lot of accidental damage, but he gave her no choice. Banshee's goal was to merely grip the thick hackles with her teeth before he could move away. Banshee vs Tyto for Spar Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer ""