The planes stretched out, but Sparrow could barely see above the tall grass. Well, better cover for them, then. Sparrow led the yearlings first then followed by the others. "Remember, if things get too serious, you can always run away- no shame in being a coward. Heh, maybe I oughta make that one of the sins..." The scents of prey animals and other wolves were all they had to go on, but Sparrow was at least sure they were within the pack lands. They could have spend hours sneaking around- or maybe shorter if they got caught- but any delay in the fighting was somewhat boring. She could teach the pups stealth some other time. Instead Sparrow called out, "Hey we're here to raid you! Come out with your hands up or fangs out! Or just let us have the run of the place- that works too!"

The trip from the pirate’s land to the borders of Valhalla had been quick and uneventful which, for the almost yearling Calico Jack is a blessing. While this raiding party is meant to test the newest yearlings of the pack, Jack and his brother were also eager to attend. The patchwork pup saunters through the plains with the raiding party, ready to battle some Valhalla wolf. Pale blue eyes shift to where his brother is and the boy shoots him a smirk along with a wink.

He is fully confident in their abilities to cause chaos and, while the pirate’s may not win, Jack is determined to leave these wolves with a bad taste in their mouth. As his mother shouts for them to come out, the pup’s eyes roll before he adopts a bored expression, saying in a rather loud voice, “I bet they’re all too scared to show up.” Hopefully the taunt will have its desired effect and bring an opponent hurtling his way.  The pup is ready.


"Calico Jack"

Finally, his first raid. What a treat! He’d been waiting for the opportunity since he first knew what a raid was. Which was basically forever at this point. The tusked boy kept up with the crowd, following behind Sparrow like the good boy he was. Not straying too far, not lagging behind. His tusked maw curved upwards in the most mischeviohs grin, a glint in his eyes just itching to beat up some wolves that weren’t his own siblings. He was going to be swinging his tusks and smashing his spikes against some poor soul who dared size themselves up against him. All in a good raid, of course. He nearly scoffed as Sparrow suggested running if things got hairy. Running away defeats the point of participating in a raid, doesn’t it?” He said with a smirk, glancing about as if teasing his fellow yearlings. He knew he wasn’t turning tail if he was in a pickle - he’d whomp his way through a spar if he had to. "speech"

Ardyn Adravendi

Lyr had been patrolling the skies and spotted the raiding party headed their way maybe thirty minutes prior to Sparrow’s call at the wall. The raven was quick, reporting to each of the flighted companions on his way to Ardyn. Ardyn chose to not alarm quite yet, instead donning his armor and bracers, beads and bells and feathers removed and set aside for later on. Lyr had already sent the word on to the rest of the pack while Ardyn prepared and he could hear others getting ready to respond to the raiders. As he left the hillock, he sounded a short howl to battle. For those who joined him on his way to meet the call, he stated firmly, “Meet their energy. No maims unless they attempt to maim you.” Lyr rejoined him, messages delivered, while Lunira and Sädir flanked him at either side. Once he arrived, Ardyn wasted no time on small-talk or greetings, instead aiming to barrel out of the grasses on Sparrow’s left at a controlled sprint, veering slightly to his own left and aiming to slam his right shoulder into Sparrow’s left side behind the shoulder-blade, taking note of her spiky bits as he sought to knock her off balance. His defenses had slipped into place as he’d charged, and he kept a close watch on the woman as he aimed a snap of his jaws for the left side of her face, seeking to snag her left cheek in his front teeth without catching her with his sabers. It was also a ploy to get her to pull back. He’d ordered the raid and she was delivering, but he had no desire to accidentally maim the woman, even though he was defending his home. _____________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi vs Sparrow for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bullhide armor Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying Companion 2: Snow leopard, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Mountain Lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Saber teeth - Offensive Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Dexterous paws - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Knight _____________________________________________________________________ Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ----  "Hear" ---- Think

A raid hadn't been the expected plan for the day - Red would much rather be out checking his snares, which was what he'd intended to be doing - but it seemed the pirates had it in their heads to be stirring up trouble. As little as he relished the concept of war, if they simply allowed the pirates to come in and take whatever they wanted without conflict Valhalla would never have any peace. The pirates, and anyone else, would never let up if they thought that they wouldn't defend what was theirs. So he paced alongside his son, and nodded grimly in acknowledgement of his words. Unnecessary in Red's case, because he wouldn't be likely to seek to maim someone if he could help it, but likely necessary for some of the hotheaded youths. Going straight to maims simply started a cycle of revenge-maiming and trouble that they did not need. And as they came into sight of raiders, another reason to avoid escalation very quickly became apparent.

Sparrow was leading a group of children into Valhalla's lands.

Oh, there were adults sprinkled in, but the majority of the raiders were yearlings, and some even younger. Red stopped, wrestling with his conscience. Could he really bring himself to bring harm to a child, even one intent on stealing from his pack? Would it not be better to step back now, and spend time later to seek out and speak with them, teach them that the way of their parents was not the right? Wouldn't fighting them now simply cement into their minds the us vs them mentality that they were no doubt being indoctrinated into in that pack? Yet they would not learn that actions had consequences if they were simply allowed to take from Valhalla without repercussions. Troubled, and angry that the adults in these children's lives were raising them to be thieves and raiders rather than raising them with the love and care they deserved, that they had smirkingly put their children in a position to be harmed by a pack that was only defending itself, he hesitated where he was.

Unlike her father, Aoife entertained no concerns about the ages of the would-be thieves as they came upon the raiding group. She remembered quite well what she'd been like as a yearling, and doubted they were anything but eager, informed participants, especially given the way the youngest among them leered around like they belonged there. Of course, given that even the youngest among them was far larger and far heavier than Aoife was even as an adult, she was unlikely to do much more than provide a distraction while the larger and stronger defenders made their way there. Not that that stopped her - no, Aoife showed no fear, only a fierce grin as she bounded past her father to throw herself into the fray. Of the wolves who'd already stepped into sight, they seemed about equal in size, though age and mutations set them apart. She set her sights on the older of the two, noting the tusks so like her own fangs and the weird crystal growths along his spine. Well, as long as she avoided the tusks, the growths were no impediment to her since she couldn't even reach them!

A larger, pale gold form flashed out of the long grass beside the bard, the amur leopard fulfilling her duty as Aoife's guardian as she closed the distance between the defenders and the raiders. Anja attacked the yearling face-on, slashing at his cheek with a paw full of claws. Aoife herself had veered to the side to try to round behind the youth, and now threw herself at his right rear leg, her fangs seeking to lacerate his lower thigh, while her own feline claws tore at either side of his lower leg. She didn't try for a grip at all, instead she kept her hindquarters coiled beneath her and ready to send her springing back.




Aoife vs Rexx for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over one year
Size: Extra small
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Common swift, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Amur leopard, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Porcupine mowhawk - Defensive
Mutation 2: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Saberteeth - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter

Intruders. The call reached her ears and Caelia reacted quickly to it, slipping on her leather bracers and swiftly heading to the borders, where Ardyn had called for the pack to arrive. This little raid was entirely unexpected, at least to her, and she wasn't going to waste any time in reacting. As she drew closer to the pirates that had shown up, though, she noted most of them were quite young - not too young to fight, though. She knew herself that age meant little when it came to fighting skill, and she felt no hesitation in picking an actual child to make a beeline toward. Maybe she could teach him a thing or two about trying to brawl with the adults, especially given that he hardly seemed phased by the fights beginning to break out around him. Charging him at practically full speed - he's not yet fully grown already about the same size as her, if not bigger - she doesn't hesitate in trying to knock him off his paws by ramming her right shoulder into his chest. Her own fighting style is more swift than brute force though, as she aims a bite at his shoulder before she ducks down and tries to evade any potential blows he might land on her in retaliation. Caelia vs Calico Jack for Dominance Round 1 / ? Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Bracers Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Master Fighter Specialty: Knight

Scald was riding on a prideful high as he followed his Pirate King toward the Valhalla packs. A recent nightly drunken brawl with Sparrow that had led to a lucky win left him feeling invincible. If he could best her, no one would be able to beat him. The excitement toiled in his mind as a burst of adrenaline left him leading his siblings with long strides. While he was still lanky and growing, Scald was slowly coming into his own. Sharp quills had finally fully grown all down his spine and he was getting better at controlling flaring them every day. With his two new companions in tow and battle gear strapped on tight, he watched as the tall grass of the plains came into their view. Tall even for the adults, Scald wondered how any wolf enjoyed living here. What advantage did they have if no one could see farther than a foot in front of them? Realizing that this could be an opportunity for him to sneak around the group to get closer, Scald hung back a few steps while watching his brother go toe to toe with a tiny wolf. Focusing back on his target, he was quickly distracted by a different Valhalla wolf with long fangs like his father's. Yet this wolf wasn't tangling with anyone else yet. Scald furrowed his brow in a curious manner as he too hesitated. Why wasn't the guy going after anyone? This was his raid though. He couldn't risk wasting time and letting someone else take a potential win from him. Taking a deep breath of crisp winter air that rejuvenated him, Scald rushed forward. Lengthening his steps as he shifted himself into a battle-ready position, he came at the stranger head-on. As he came close to the wolf's vicinity, Scald skirted to his left side and leaned his right shoulder in toward his opponent's own right shoulder. If contact would be made, Scald was primed and ready with curled lips to reach out and attempt to latch on to his opponent's scruff. Scald vs Red for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: OVer 1 Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather Gloves w/ Bear Claws Defensive Battle Accessory: Elf ear hat Companion 1: Female Roseate Spoonbill, 50" - Battle Companion 2: Male Scarlet Kingsnake, 20" - Battle Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator

Gilgamesh knew very little of the pack named Valhalla. Out of all the pack names he was familiar with, they seemed to be almost as reclusive as Tojo-kai. Out in the west, hidden by grassy plains and a foggy moor, Gil was curious to see what they would find if they did indeed win this raid. After their successful conquest of the mountainous Armada, his pride continued to soar as he watched the figures of his own offspring sprinting toward their next challenge. While he would normally be out in the front, ready to take on anyone that met their call, this time he hung toward the back. With all the yearlings out front with Sparrow, Gil held off at first. Staying tucked away so he could still watch but not be pulled away right off the bat, he kept an eye on his growing pups. This way he could jump in to help if they needed it. ”Speech” ’Thought’

Aurielle Adravendi

It was the first raid the pack had defended against since Talis’ attack on Celestial shortly before her own birth. She was one of the very few that Ardyn had informed of the possibility of Plunder’s raiding attention. She could understand her son’s choice to let the raid be unexpected by Valhalla. She had seen the complacency in the pack. So, Aurielle had donned her armor and bracers, slipping her toes into the loops that would allow her to manipulate the bear claws more effectively. The claws were sharpened, tips hooked slightly to catch fur and flesh. She came into the fray, having circled around through a side path worn into the grasses to come in closer to the rear of the raiding party, putting on a burst of speed in a charge toward a patchwork man who hung back to observe, possibly waiting for an opponent. Aurielle sought to come in at an angle from behind, toward the man’s right flank, angling her left shoulder to attempt at slamming the armor-covered point of her left shoulder into the stifle joint of the man’s right thigh, aiming to shock the joint, or deal heavy bruising and rattle the man's stance. Her jaws aimed a slash of her sabers toward Gilgamesh’s right side, aiming to lay open his hide along his belly, though she restrained the strike so that the lacerations might only be moderate should the attack be successful. Loshir held back in the grasses, ready to leap in at an opportune moment, and watching for any companions the man might have. Ayodele perched on the mountain lion’s back, lemur hands clutching a sharpened bone she’d snagged on the way out of the Alcoves. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but she’d do her best. _____________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Aurielle vs Gilgamesh for Raid/Dominance Round 1/2? Age: Over 1 Size: Medium Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed leather bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bison hide armor Companion 1: Mountain lion, Male - Battle Companion 2: Ringtailed lemur, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Long upper canines - Offensive Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter Specialty: Bard Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He’d been cleaning his favorite bison hide bed liner when Crysta swept overhead, clicking her beak rapidly in an alert. Raiders. He hadn’t been born yet by the last time the pack had been raided. It would be Cairo’s first time defending Valhalla, and he could only hope that he’d have a better time with it than he’d had in their raid on Aerie. Good thing he was already wearing his armor, having been next on shift for patrol. He took off, angling toward Ardyn’s war call, Enito bounding after him in his Mandril gallop, Crystaloria coasting above him. Cai absorbed the command from Ardyn with a nod. By the time he’d reached the fray, Ardyn, Red, Aoife, Caelia, and Aurielle were engaged with opponents. A glance across the board told Cairo that this must be a sort of training raid for the younger generation of the Pirates; the majority of those he saw were yearlings, maybe a pup. He settled back, waiting for one of the uninvolved raiders to come at him, stance ready and defenses set. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Jack saunters across the battlefield paying little to no mind to the fights that are breaking out. An exaggerated yawn splits his maw as he continues onward, waiting for someone to attack him while his paisley bandana flaps in the breeze. Finally, a pale female is charging toward him and the pup smirks. He is almost at his full height, so the smaller, full grown adult does little to worry him. She runs straight at him and he continues to stroll toward her, leisurely, calmly.

As she nears him, the pup suddenly changes, dropping the act to adopt a serious expression while he flows into his defensive stance. Stopping, he adjusts his weight and allows her to ram into his chest and absorbs as much of the hit as he can. Rocking backward slightly with the impact, Calico gives a sharp whistle as she bites out at his shoulder. With a snarl, the boy strikes out, teeth aiming for the side of woman’s neck in an attempt to keep her in place so they can continue to fight without running around.

A flash of blue and gold streaks out of the sky as Jolly Roger, the pup’s macaw companion aims his talons at her face in attempt to distract the female and keep her from fleeing.



Calico Jack vs Caelia for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Modified cutlass
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced bandana
Companion 1: Macaw, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Cat, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Marauder


"Calico Jack"

Ajax could smell the ocean even from here, a faint hint of salt wafted through the gaps in the tall grass as he breathed deep. There was no fanfare to it all, Ajax expected it to be more...vivid he supposed, like something he'd never forget. But they were here to fight and he intended to do just that, the pirates started to attack the defenders and the wolves of Valhalla responded in turn. He had no interest in butting into someone else's fight, and thus he was quick to narrow in on a brownish wolf with vivid blue eyes. He had a stance about him that showed he was ready to defend himself and that was enough for Ajax to have him hurtling towards the Valhalla wolf, tail flicking as the blade unsheathed itself to its full length. He'd been training a lot and was eager to try it out on a live target.

Skidding to a stop in front of his opponent he adjusted his footing, making it appear as though he was about to lunge, before he arched his long fox tail around and slashed it like the opening strike of a sword duel. En garde!


Ajax vs Cairo for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Red scarf with sharp metal tassels
Companion 1: Red fox with narwhal horn, Male - Battle
Companion 2: White duck, Female - Flying
*Companion 3: White duck, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Tail blade - Offensive
Mutation 3: Horns - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: Marauder

Some of the other kids tagged along, and Sparrow thought to stop them, but if they got absolutely wrecked, she figured it would be a good learning experience. The pups attending were decent fighters in their own respect too, so she wasn't too worried about them holding their own. Their size alone already dwarfed some smaller full grown wolves, and other than their puppy demeanor and floppy paws, they were nearly identical to some of the adults she had seen- a little roughhousing would leave them no worse for wear.

Calico Jack boasted that they might be too scared to show and Sparrow considered it for a moment. "Not a bad tactic if you don't mind others huntin on your land and don't want to risk hurting your members," she mused to the pup. Cowardly, sure, but if survival was the main goal then what could be done? Rexx scoffed at the idea of running away, saying it defeated the purpose. Sparrow shrugged, "Guess it depends on your personal point, and priorities... and I guess definition of participation. Making it out alive and not captured is always preferable."

Before she could lecture them further- a shame since her best lessons only came at inopportune times- a dark glowy man ploughed into her left side with his right shoulder. He was as large as she, but maybe a tad lighter in weight. She flashed him a smile as she reigned in her balance.

She pushed against the man and, as he intended to seize her cheek, sought to intercept tooth-on-tooth. It was a normal display of dominance- who would back away?

Sparrow vs Ardyn for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced pirate hat
Companion 1: Harlequin Macaw, Female - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Capuchin monkey, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Mushroom mutated housecat - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator

Circling above, Gilgamesh's owl Erish twirled in the air. Her large owl eyes kept watch over her friend and his offspring. If any animal that wasn't a wolf were to come charging in, she was ready to swoop down. The same could be said for his wolverine, Urtur, who stealthily hung back in the shadows of the grasses. It was not their first raid nor Gil's. Having put in the time and gained experience, he knew better than to pay attention to his whole surroundings. He was thankful for this wisdom as he noticed a flash of a bright white dip in and out behind him. Curious he watched the oncoming blur for a moment before realizing it was indeed another wolf. She was older and quite a bit smaller than him, but that wouldn't matter. A smirk would quickly cross his lips as he circled his butt around to face his barreling opponent. Donned with his own chainmail armor over his shoulders and chest, he leaned into her shoulder check with one of his own. As her left shoulder collided with his right shoulder, he made sure to lean down just enough that they would hopefully both end up with some good bruising. In the same swift movement, he watched her lurch out with sharp fangs. Two could play that game! Opening his own muzzle as he pressed closer to her with his heavier body weight, Gil flipped down his fangs. Reaching out, he aimed to hopefully connect his fangs with her cheek. Nothing too serious, just a scrape as if he were giving her cheek a kiss. Gilgamesh vs Aurielle for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 Size: Extra large Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold chainmail cuirass Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Battle Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Crystal spines - Defensive Mutation 2: Tufted deer fangs - Offensive Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter Specialty: Blessed

The indecision was rendered moot as Red found himself facing a large yearling racing his way with clear intent to attack. Red steeled himself, his mind clearing as the choice was taken away from him. He would defend himself, child or no - the boy had made his bed himself and would need to face consequences for it. Doubt remained of course, deep within, part of Red always focused on the knowledge that bringing harm to another meant harm to oneself, but accepting that harm as a necessity. Standing firmly he raised his hackles, bringing the mohawk of bristles along his neck into prominence. The boy was as tall as he was, but with the mawkish, gawky body of a teenager compared to Red's sturdy, mature frame, so rather than try to avoid the awkward rush for him Red dug his dull claws into the ground and settled himself like a stone to repel the lesser weight of his opponent. He didn't just wait for the youth to hit him, but rather as he came close Red slammed towards him with the sharp part of his right shoulder. Oh, it would hurt his own shoulder to hit so hard, certainly, particularly later when bruises and aching joints stiffened up, but it would be worthwhile to stop the boy in his tracks. As he did, he arched his neck, his mouth gaped open and he aimed to bring his jaws overtop the yearling's own muzzle from above, his saber fangs aimed to curve around the left side of Skald's muzzle in an attempt to force his head down and disrupt the attempt to grab Red's scruff - though he could have let him have the bite just to see the kid yelp when his palette met harsh spiny bristles, Red didn't want to risk drawing the fight out longer.

Red vs Skald for Dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: over one year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bristle ridge - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

Fortunately (at least for him), the pup seems to take the impending fight pretty seriously. He looked calm at first but then dropped into a trained defensive stance, proving what she thought to be true - his age meant very little, as he clearly had some fighting experience under his belt. Just as she expected. He took the impact of her charge smoothly, and though her bite did land it didn't last long. Soon he was aiming for her neck and she released her hold on him suddenly. He wasn't the only one trying to make his move though - from somewhere up above his bird companion swooped down and slashed his talons across her face. Though she winced in protest at what would no doubt be a nasty injury, she held strong, trying to keep her balance as his taller frame pushed against hers. Instead of trying to flee, she too would try to strike once again, parted jaws aiming this time for the side of his throat. He would no doubt be aiming to protect it so she doubted the bite would land easily, but she wanted to show she had no intention of backing down. Caelia vs Calico Jack for Dominance Round 2 / 2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Bracers Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Master Fighter Specialty: Knight

Despite his initial demeanor, Calico Jack takes this raid very seriously. His words and the act that he had put on was an attempt to draw out an opponent… and it had worked. The bite that the woman delivered to his shoulder broke skin and leaves him a nice fat bruise. Jolly Roger’s attack lands and, while she is distracted, the boy aims to try and wrap his slender forelegs around the woman’s frame. He sees the lady’s attack aiming to hit the side of his throat and he immediately tucks his chin to avoid serious injury while shifting slightly so that her bite hits his shoulder. It is the shoulder she already injured and he grunts as the bite opens more puncture wounds.

The macaw flaps, ascending up and away from the fight and Jack gives another, sharp whistle. With a loud growl, the pup then tries to wrestle the woman to the ground in an attempt to try and pin her. As he attempts to strongarm her to the ground, a streak of gray charges up from behind the woman, aiming for one her back legs. Flying Dutchman, Calico Jack’s cat companion, aims to try and smack into one of her back legs out in an attempt to knock the woman off balance and help Calico to pin.



Calico Jack vs Caelia for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Modified cutlass
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced bandana
Companion 1: Macaw, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Cat, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Marauder


"Calico Jack"

Soon enough, an opponent stepped up to the plate. A large pup with horns and a foxlike tail. Cairo noted the tail with interest as the boy flicked it, then spotted the blade as it unsheathed. Good to know. Cairo flashed the pup a quick grin, remarking, “That’s a cool tail.” He couldn't help it; raid or no raid, he liked kids, and the tail blade was a cool feature he hadn't seen before. Cai sought to sidestep to his own right just beyond the boy’s range, evading the slash, if it had actually been an attack, but better safe than sorry, letting Enito step in from just behind Cairo to his left with a sharp downward swing of the sapling staff he liked carrying about most days, aiming to crack the end down between the pup’s eyes, hard enough to hurt and probably bruise the boy’s face, but not enough to seriously damage the child if it landed. Cairo sought to move in harmony with the mandrill’s attack, lunging forward with a bound and aiming a swipe of his left front paw - weight shifting to the other three legs for compensation - for Ajax’s left front shoulder, aiming to rake the tips of the bear claws down the front of the boy’s shoulder, keeping a side watch for both the boy’s tail and any extra help this pirate pup might have with him aside from his fellow raiders. Crystal circled above, watching for any threats, prepared to drop in and add her own assistance if needed. Cairo Lanze Adravendi vs Ajax for Spar/Dominance/Raid Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear claw bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bison armor Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Flying Companion 2: Mandrill, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Weaponsmaster Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Ardyn Adravendi

His battering ram charge hit squarely, and he knew he’d probably have some excellent bruises later. Sparrow made no attempts to evade impact, and instead pushed back against him, and he answered the woman’s smile with a flashed grin of veiled playfulness, aiming to counter her jaws with a sharp rake of sabers, aiming to capture her muzzle in is jaws, and possibly clamp her muzzle behind his sabers. He’d probably pay for it in blood, whether from his muzzle or his tongue and gums, but hey. It was worth a try. Ardyn sought to simultaneously shove harder into Sparrow’s left side, while his front legs lifted and his weight shifted forward, tail flicking out for balance as he sought to snatch her front legs in each of his nimble front paws, hoping to grip just above her bone spurs and yank her legs toward himself and out from under her, to her own left, and combine his shove with the move for greater success. Sädir launched out of the grasses where he’d been watching for an opportune moment, seeking to crash headlong into Sparrow’s right hip and add his own heft to the endeavor. _____________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi vs Sparrow for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bullhide armor Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying Companion 2: Snow leopard, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Mountain Lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Saber teeth - Offensive Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Dexterous paws - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Knight _____________________________________________________________________ Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ----  "Hear" ---- Think