It had been some time since Artorias had been to Alias Island, but he never forgot how impressive the island looked looming out off the northeastern coast of Boreas. Leading his raiding pack north along the coastline of Boreas, the Hallowed wolves slipped past the Elysian border with no trouble, their movements concealed by the rhythmic roiling of waves on the shore and the fading light of the sun in the early twilight. The Lord of Cinder was the first across the bridge connecting to the island, bright amber eyes almost glowing in the fading light. As soon as his paws hit the gravelly shore, Artorias lifted his head and let loose a loud battle howl announcing the arrival of the Hallows on Elysian lands, and commencing the raid. Now the true test of the Hallows' might would begin. "Remember, meet their aggression only. We are not here to do permanent damage, but give them no quarter." With his final direction given, Artorias marches up the shore towards the pine forests, trying to get as deep into the island as possible before the Elysian wolves showed up.

"Artorias Carpathius"

It was safe to say that Bramble was eager for the raid against Elysium. Not that she had a mean bone in her body. No, harming others was never her first option. Rather, she grew eager for a chance to prove once more how capable of a fighter she was. Even without a Carpathian sword or weapon at her side, she would be just as good as everyone else.

Hot on the heels of her parents as the cross the bridge over to Alias Island, she gives her siblings a cheeky smile that allows her sharpened teeth caps to glint in the evening twilight. "Loser has to polish armor for the next season," Bramble teases, giving Dusk and Thorn a wink before shooting off to head into the fray. She couldn't help but join her father's battle cry with a serenading song of her own.

"Bramble Carpathius"

Deimos had been anticipating a raid from the Hallows ever since his visit to speak with Artorias. He had let word spread through the warriors of the pack that they should be expecting a raid, but refused to tell them who or when so there was at least some element of surprise. To be fair even he wasn't entirely sure when their allies would be paying them a visit, but wasn't that part of the fun? He was lingering near the island lake speaking with Avacyn on a pack matter after a patrol, the two of them like passing ships in the night as she went out when a familiar voice suddenly rang out from near the border, making his head snap up toward the sound. He grinned and whistled for his companions before he turned and took off toward the border so he could meet their invaders.

Unsurprisingly Artorias was leading the charge and Deimos remembered clearly the bet that the Lord of Cinder had made to him about a particular bottle of wine. Never one to turn down a challenge, Deimos bounded right for the Hallows' alpha. Given the fact that they matched each other in height the only difference he had to rely on was his heavier build so he aimed to slam his right shoulder into Artorias' chest–while being mindful not to hit the metal piece around the brute's neck. He dug his claws into the dirt, wanting at the very least to be a hard stop to keep the man from advancing any further. He ducked his head to attempt to grab Artorias' right foreleg near his ankle, hoping that between the slam of his shoulder and a hard tug of his leg he might throw the man off balance.

Deimos vs Artorias for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Front Bracers
Companion 1: Kite, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Kite, Male - Perception
Mutation 1: Bear paws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Small rhino horns - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Defender

"Deimos Mendacium"

Avacyn's conversation with Deimos was cut short by Artorias' howl from near the border, the call making her blink with surprise as she looked out toward the edge of the island. That's when she remembered the promised raid that her uncle had previously mentioned. Well, it appeared that today was the day! What good luck that she was already clad in her armor for a patrol. Her uncle wasted no time charging off toward the fight so she did the same, hot on his heels as they ran in to the fight. It had been far too long since she had been in any kind of real fight so she was very much looking forward to this.

As she ran up to the group of advancing wolves she immediately began to scan the group to find her first opponent. Deimos immediately went for Artorias so her gaze landed on the younger woman charging in next to the Lord of Cinder. She was a bit taller than her, matching the height of the other dire wolves on the field, but Avacyn was more than used to fighting wolves taller than her. She put herself directly in front of Bramble as she approached, giving the girl a grin as she pretended that she was going to ram into her only to duck to her left at the last moment with a light, graceful leap. She pivoted and tried to make herself perpendicular to Bramble's right shoulder as she lunged forward to try and latch her jaws around the taller girl's right ankle. She was mindful of the fact that this was a friendly raid so she wouldn't bite down hard enough to leave any permanent injuries, but she did want to grip hard enough to hopefully use the woman's momentum against her and trip her up.

Avacyn vs Bramble for Dominance
Round 1/2?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated steel fang caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel scale cuirass
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Scales - Defensive
Mutation 2: Spiked bone ridge horns - Offensive
Mutation 3: Tiger paws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Briar followed at Artorias' side as he led their raid party along the coast and eventually onto the shore of Elysium's home island. She was buzzing with energy and she could feel a similar sort of excitement from the rest of the group. Other than the occasional raid on their homeland they had little experience with offensive fighting so she was eager to see how they did against their ally. She didn't know who all of Elysium would come to meet them, but she knew that a good number of them were ferocious fighters in their own right. Hopefully they were up for a good challenge today. Artorias announced their presence and they began their charge onto the island, making it a decent bit inland before Deimos and Avacyn came charging out to meet them. The leading Mendaciums engaged Artorias and Bramble first so she kept going, scanning the trees and waiting for another of Elysium's fighters to find them.

"Briar Carpathius"

The trip to Elysium from Auster was a pretty long one, but he was still excited for the raid as they made their way onto the island. He trotted across the land bridge next to Dusk, smirking at the challenge she was given by her sister. Seeing her and her siblings interact made him wonder about his own siblings and where they had landed after they each scattered to the wind following Ashen's fall, but the train of thought was quickly disrupted as their presence was announced to Elysium's wolves and the group began to move forward onto the island. He stayed with the rest of the group, eagerly looking for any of their opponents to come out of the trees to meet them. A couple of Elysium's wolves went right for Art and Bramble since they were at the front of the party so he waited, holding a defensive position until more of Elysium's fighters emerged to meet their challenge.

"Sitri Klein-Destruction"

Since this was the first time that Rebel was fighting with the wolves of The Hallows she was eager to prove that all of the training she had been doing since she joined the pack. She eagerly walked with the rest of her pack mates along the coast and across the land bridge to the island that was apparently the base of their operations. They were pretty quiet about their approach until they got onto the island itself and then Artorias announced the charge as they began to move into the trees. A pair of Elysium's wolves found them really quickly, but they seemed to be isolated so once they were engaged with Art and Bramble she just continued her advance, looking for her first opponent with her companions at her back. Hopefully they didn't keep her waiting long!

"Rebel"

Daytime activity was not his speciality, so he was just beginning to fall into his routines and rhythms with the arrival of dusk. He and his canine companion were preparing for a patrol when he heard the long, booming summons that announced the intrusion of a raiding party. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and through the young male was hardly an experienced fighter, he was eager to prove himself. After so many failures as a Klein, now was his chance for a crumb of redemption. He jerked his narrow skull to indicate that the dog should join him, long legs quickly eating up the terrain and outpacing the dog as his ghostly physique slipped through growing shadows. Pale as the driven snow and shot through with a swirling mixture of gunmetal and charcoal, his silhouette was easily broken up by each long shadow that passed over him on his race towards the borders. The horizon stretched out on either side as he emerged from the encroaching woodlands that covered the island, and he could see a few wolves on the near side of the land bridge, the striking violet forms of two leaders already engaged in combat. Their opponents were armoured, and trailed by companions in many cases. He was outmatched, but that was.. fine. It would just make his victory sweeter. He closed in on the group that formed the raiding party, mismatched eyes tracking the motions and movements of their opponents. There was a younger fae, clad in hues of a moonlit sky with the kind of haphazard alabaster breaking up her form that hinted at a shared lineage. Their builds were similar, their ages close enough that he hoped her fighting experience wouldn't be so much broader than his own that he would be immediately crushed. The pale dancer picked his way closer, head low between narrow shoulders and eyes roving to and fro in search of potential interruptions. And then he was within striking distance of the leggy blue female, close enough to see the violet hue of her eyes and the scattered pinpricks that mimicked stars across her pelage. A small dip of his head, mute display of respect, before he bared his fangs and lunged. He'd left a few feet of distance prior to kicking off, so he was left to close roughly four feet of open terrain before he could attack. Pale auds pinned flat against his skull, tail flagging out behind him for balance, the inexperienced young man was opting for a no-nonsense, full frontal attack. She was a bit taller than him, he realized as he closed in, which was a rare opportunity. Joints eased, bent somewhat, as he sought to splay open his thin jaws and sink his teeth into the space just above her right shoulder- burying sharp teeth into the meaty portion of the right side of her neck. Part of him hoped that his own momentum, coupled with the pain inflicted by his teeth, would force her a few steps back, or throw her off balance. That would give him the upper hand! "Dagger Prince" pixels by squishyalpaca

Aethon vs Rebel for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: 1+ year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, Male, 23" - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: n/a

Mercury followed the Lord of Cinder into battle. Though this march led to a friendly match, he still felt the gravity and seriousness of it. It was a change for the Hallows, and not one he entirely disagreed with. They needed to show the world that they were capable of putting up a fight, and following through. Here was a chance for them to work together as a team, and let the experience guide them.

The Commander crossed into pack territory with the rest of the band, and moved slightly aside. Giving himself room as he waited to see if any of the Elysium wolves would pick him out.


"Speech"

As she moved forward into Elysium's lands a young man ended up in her path that was coated mostly in pale fur with swirling darker markings running around various parts of him. A grin pulled at her lips as he squared off with her with a quick nod just as she finished sizing him up. He was a tad shorter than her, but had a similar build and a quick scan of him and a glance behind him told her that he wasn't very equipped for a fight. Still, she had to admire the tenacity to run headfirst into a fight regardless and he was doing just that.

She braced herself in a defensive stance as he charged toward her head-on. Just as he was about to make contact she bent her legs to duck down, allowing his chest to make contact with her shoulder and causing his jaws to snap around thin air just above her back. The impact of his chest into her shoulder was certain to leave some bruises despite her armor taking some of the impact, but that was hardly enough to even make her flinch. She used the extra leverage her position gave her to push her shoulder up into his chest, trying to drive him back in a battle of wills and brute strength. Meanwhile her jackal loped around in a wide enough arc to avoid his teeth before diving in to try nipping at his back ankles, hopefully helping to throw off his balance or at least distract him enough for Rebel to get the upper hand.

Rebel vs Aethon
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel bastard sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Cuirass
Companion 1: Owl, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Jackal, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Enhanced vision - Perception
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 3: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Bard from Briar

"Rebel"

Surprising no one, the taller fae was more than prepared for his attack. She dropped her centre of gravity with a bending of supple joints, leaving him to snap his teeth into nothing but air over her right shoulder. The growl bubbling in his chest was audible, but quickly cut off as his chest made impact with her shoulder, the sharp point of bone driving into the first set of ribs and nearly knocking the wind clean out of him. He needed armour before he picked another fight, without a doubt. And then that sharp point of bone was being driven up into the thin tissue near his clavicles, pulling another growl from him. So he let himself be pushed back, though his cranium twisted to the right as he did, jaws parting once more to seek a grip upon the side of the femme's neck. This time he sought to sink his teeth into the tissue beneath her jaw, though he had no inkling quite yet of the unnatural thickness of her coat that might hinder him from gaining any true leverage. He hoped that if he could secure a grip as he retreated, that by sinking his claws into the dirt and pulling, he could pull her off-balance. Something something, best laid plans. There was a small canine circling around him, and he only noticed its approach at the last second- keen eyes distracted by the fray up until now. He could barely avoid the incessant nipping and snapping of small jaws at his heels. As he tried to avoid it, he lost his balance, just as intended. If he could manage to gain his grip on the side of her neck, and pull her down with him as he stumbled, maybe there was a chance- a very, very slim one. It wasn't looking good for Aethon's first raid. "Dagger Prince" pixels by squishyalpaca

Aethon vs Rebel for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, Male, 23" - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: Bard via Avacyn

The purple and black woman that meets her on the battlefield is fierce and unafraid. Though it is only Bramble’s second raid, she is not unaccustomed to fighting different opponents unknown to her. Matching the grin given to her, Bramble slows her charge as the distance closes between them. She’s taller than her opponent, but not by much. It suits her fine, they’re both slimmer builds as well.

Bramble notices these things, calculating how the fight will go when Avacyn surprises her. Just as she prepares for a frontal slam, the purple woman leaps to the side with such grace that Bramble is left gasping, her paws lurching into the hard ground to stop her momentum. As quickly as she can, she spins her hindquarters around so that she is once more face to face with Avacyn as the Matriarch lunges down toward her ankle. Teeth grasp around her skin, but she can’t waste her already in motion momentum. Leaning forward over Avacyn, Bramble aims to grab ahold of her scruff. Bramble begins to twist, bringing her free front paw forward toward the side of Avacyn to almost hover over her. Leaning closer to Avacyn over the ankle that is held by her, Bramble hopes to send them both falling to the ground in a take-down style move.

"Bramble Carpathius"

Bramble vs Avacyn for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened & Elongated Canine Tooth Covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Green leather cloak with a hood
Companion 1: Male Fisher, 45" - Battle
Companion 2: Female Common Raven, 48" - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bulwark

Her shoulder connected solidly with her opponent's chest and she felt the point of bone connect with his ribs, no doubt giving them both a bit of bruising but giving her that upper hand she was looking for. He was clearly less prepared for the fight than she was, but she had to give him props for not backing down for a second of it. If she had known about their shared Klein lineage she probably would have attributed his tenacity to that, but as it was she just chalked it up to Elysium's general will power. She began to feel some traction as she shoved him back, but just as she was beginning to make some headway she felt him begin to twist his neck and before she could pull away she felt his teeth scrape against the side of her neck behind her jaw. She snarled and growled in response, but her push coat of fur kept him from making a deep enough bite to get any kind of real hold on her. Instead she felt the sting that told her there was probably some shallow cuts where his teeth hit her skin and she got a nasty tug on her fur as it got caught between his teeth.

That sharp sting of pulled fur only got worse as her jackal did her job and caused him to fall backward and her thick fur remained caught between his teeth, pulling her down on top of him as she muttered an annoyed, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Well, if he was going to pull her fur like that then she was going to at least get him back for it! She let her full weight land on top of her opponent, trying to flop on him dead weight to hopefully knock the air out of him and get him to let go of her neck. Man, who knew pulled fur could hurt worse than just being bit?!

Rebel vs Aethon
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel bastard sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Cuirass
Companion 1: Owl, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Jackal, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Enhanced vision - Perception
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 3: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Bard from Briar

"Rebel"

Even though she did succeed in getting a grip around Bramble's ankle she was immediately impressed with the speed of the other woman's reactions as she pivoted in place to put them facing each other once more. That made the angle of her attack a little more awkward and less effective, but before she could recalibrate and try to adjust her grip she felt teeth on her scruff as Bramble got her own grip on her, each of them grappling each other one way or another. She could sense the taller woman hovering over her and immediately knew she had to do something to avoid getting caught under her. As if her thoughts were just one beat ahead of Bramble's actions she felt the Carpathian's paw on her and a tug on her scruff as Bramble tried to pull her down with her. Thinking fast, Avacyn let go of Bramble's ankle and threw her head back, trying to connect the back of her skull with Bramble's cheek to hopefully rattle her hard enough to make her let go. Regardless, she shifted her paws and gave her legs more of a bend, her claws gripping into the dirt to try her best to stay on her feet. She winced at the feeling of Bramble's teeth cutting into her scruff a bit just from the resistance she was putting into pulling against her grappling hold, but she put all of her effort and attention into not falling over.

Avacyn vs Bramble for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated steel fang caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel scale cuirass
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Scales - Defensive
Mutation 2: Spiked bone ridge horns - Offensive
Mutation 3: Tiger paws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Avacyn Mendacium"

It didn't take long for the Elysium wolves to come charging out of the woods to stop the advance of the Hallowed wolves. The first out of the underbrush was none other than the king himself, Artorias grinning with eager energy as Deimos rushed at him. The fight was on. The Lord of Cinder didn't halt his advance, charging back at his approaching opponent without pause. They were the same size, but Deimos had a weight advantage on him, and Artorias knew a direct collision would not go in his favor. Using his deft footwork, Art waited until Deimos was right up on him before pivoting to the side, taking Deimos' impact off center and glancing off some of the force with a roll of his shoulder. His paws planted firmly on the ground, muscles flexing and straining against the force of his opponent, refusing to give up an inch of ground.

Amidst their struggle, Artorias saw Deimos ducking his head for his leg, and Artorias allowed the other brute to try and grab him, trusting the leather bracer around his ankle to protect him from Deimos' jaws. Much to his benefit, permitting Deimos to grab for his foreleg opened up the other brute's neck, and with a snarl, Artorias dove down aiming to wrap his jaws around the back of Deimos' neck once his head was lowered, aiming to use his stronger jaws to scruff the other brute like an obstinate pup and push him down to his belly on the ground. The faster he could get the other alpha into submission, the faster he could move on to eliminating some of the other Elysian wolves.

Artorias vs Deimos for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather cuirass
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Silver cross fox - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Common raven, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Stronger teeth and jaws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 3: Enhanced vision - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Knight

"Artorias Carpathius"

And the winner is...REBEL

REBEL

AETHON must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: AETHON: Attack Roll: 47 Defense Roll: 47 Agility Roll: 81 Perception Roll: 83 Total: 258 Attack[47] + 10% Bonus[4.70]: 51.70 Defense[47] + 5% Bonus[2.35]: 49.35 Agility[81] + 5% Bonus[4.05]: 85.05 Perception[83] + 10% Bonus[8.30]: 91.30 Total[277.40] + 10% Bonus[27.74]: 305.14 REBEL: Attack Roll: 18 Defense Roll: 56 Agility Roll: 32 Perception Roll: 87 Total: 193 Attack[18] + 40% Bonus[7.20]: 25.20 Defense[56] + 20% Bonus[11.20]: 67.20 Agility[32] + 25% Bonus[8.00]: 40.00 Perception[87] + 20% Bonus[17.40]: 104.40 Total[236.80] + 30% Bonus[71.04]: 307.84

Bramble uses her strength to push downward. Her focus is so much so on her attempt to knock Avacyn to the ground that she doesn’t expect what comes next. Crack! Skull to cheek. A sweeping headbutt that forces Bramble to release and her movements to propel her backward a step.

Feeling the smart of being outsmarted, she gives her body and head a good tension releasing shake before zeroing back in on Avacyn. The friendly grin that sweeps across her lips indicates that she’s definitely not deterred by the fight so far. She still had a chance!

Hoping that Avacyn was still recovering from the sudden release of their grapple, Bramble lunges back in. As she nears her opponent, she continues to step slightly farther past Avacyn’s head until her shoulder is aligned with Avacyn’s hip. Using her forward momentum with a dip of her front end to better align her taller form, Bramble aims to shoulder check Avacyn in the soft area of Avacyn’s belly between the back of the rib cage and her thigh. If she can knock the Matriarch unbalanced, she might just get the upper paw and win this!

Bramble Carpathius

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Bramble vs Avacyn for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened & Elongated Canine Tooth Covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Green leather cloak with a hood
Companion 1: Male Fisher, 45" - Battle
Companion 2: Female Common Raven, 48" - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bulwark

The chance for a friendly brawl was never a loss for Fia, and perhaps an even more than friendly if given the opportunity. Which is why she was quick to drop what she was doing to come to the call of battle.

When in the scene she noticed a few of the wolves in spars already, Aethon being the first to drop and a couple of the Hallows wolves ready for their match. More of Elysium would be behind her. She was quick to glance over the group of wolves on the opposing side, and for whatever reason when she laid eyes on Stolas' brother of all of them she was heavy on heels towards him. It was far from a reaction of anger, maybe more just the unusual sight of someone that looked so much like him, brewing somewhat of a lustful energy through her veins. It wouldn't appear that way though.

He seemed as ready as ever so Fia wouldn't hesitate to close the distance between them. Her teeth were out of question here, so she would make note not to maim one of their not-enemies in the raid. Clearly not lacking any confidence she would aim to slam herself into Sitri with her chest into his left shoulder. It probably wouldn't do much but stun him and prepare him for a more realistic attack, but he should be thankful she was being careful with the amount of damage she could have caused to him.

"Fia"

Fiametta vs Sitri for Dominance
Round 1/x
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Defensive Battle Accessory: Front leg metal bracers
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying [Battle]
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Flying [Battle]
*Companion 3: Ring-tailed lemur, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Serrated Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Blessed

Even though he did make contact with his fellow alpha and did manage to grab the brute's foreleg, neither attack truly had the effect that he had hoped for. Artorias' quick footwork caused the worst of the body slam he had gone for deflect off and didn't give him the upper hand he wanted. Still, his jaws clasped around Artorias' bracer clad ankle. He certainly hadn't intended to do any real damage with the bite so it was probably for the best that the bracer was there to block his teeth and allow him to get a harder bite without having to worry about biting too deep. What he hadn't really planned for was the change in angle that allowed Art to grasp his scruff and start putting pressure down onto him to try and push him down to the ground. With a growl Deimos gave another hard yank of Artorias' leg, this time pulling upward and shoving his neck back into Art's muzzle in the same motion. Now his focus was mostly set on preventing Artorias from getting him to the ground and finding a way to push over the other man instead. With his shoulder still pressed into Artorias' chest he leaned the point of his shoulder into Art's chest as he shoved back against Artorias' weight, wanting to use both the momentum of yanking on his leg and shoving into his chest in combination to regain the upper hand.

Deimos vs Artorias for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Front Bracers
Companion 1: Kite, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Kite, Male - Perception
Mutation 1: Bear paws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Small rhino horns - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Defender

"Deimos Mendacium"

He wasn't kept waiting all that long and soon a woman coated in dark red with brighter red flame-like markings came charging out of the woods with her sights set on him. He grinned and braced himself in a defensive stance as she ran full speed to him, digging his claws in since it looked like she was going to slam into him. His assumption was correct and he took the brunt of that attack with a grunt as her chest hit his shoulder. He was quick to act though, not wanting to give her time to back away. He lunged forward with open jaws toward her scruff since they were in such close quarters, but that was mostly a distraction to hopefully make her try to flinch out of the way and shift her balance. At the same time he lifted his right paw and went to hook it around the upper part of her left foreleg to pull it into his chest and hopefully lift her paw from the ground while leaning forward to press the point of his shoulder harder into her chest in an attempt to topple her onto her side.

Sitri vs Fiametta for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Red-Shouldered Hawk, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Navigator
Specialty: Bard from Avacyn

"Sitri Klein-Destruction"