Deimos had clearly not been anticipating the ferocity of the counterattack, as Artorias managed to scruff the other brute with little resistance. Once he had Deimos' neck in his jaws, then the Mendacium alpha realized the trouble he was in, far too late though. Artorias pressed down on Deimos while the other brute shoved and tried to push him off balance. Though he was lighter weight, Artorias' footing was sure, and he refused to be toppled. However, when Deimos began to pull at his leg at the same time, then Art felt his balance shift, beginning to wobble as he was hobbled with one leg pulled off the ground. Unable to disengage or risk being tossed and pinned, Artorias instead tried to use the momentum of Deimos' shoving against his foe, timing the other wolf's next shove and instead twisting his body to pull on Deimos' scruff along with the shove, aiming to use his opponent's own momentum and weight to pull him off his paws and throw him to the ground.

Artorias vs Deimos for Dominance
Round 2/2
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"

The howl from the Hallows alpha went out over Elysium, and Saracyn was on his paws in an instant, ushering his curious children back into the den while he grabbed his armor and his sword. Yes, this was supposed to be a friendly raid, but when your enemy was known for forging the deadliest weapons in the land, you didn't take any chances. Irilyth had been called to help keep an eye on the pups to make sure no curious ones tried to follow him into battle (Daemon) and down from the mountains the Commander charged, heading straight for the fray where the sounds of snarls and growls awaited him.

Emerging from the pine woods like a hurricane, Saracyn rushed right for the group of wolves, noting far more Hallowed wolves present than Elysian warriors. Where the hell were their fighters? Annoyed, Saracyn issued a summoning howl for the remainder of Elysium to get their asses down here now and defend their home! Then he chose his target. He knew the tawny antlered fae as the Lady of Cinder and Artorias' mate. She would do nicely as his first foe felled. Keeping Tempest sheathed for now, Sara slunk along the edges of the battlefield, working his way closer towards his chosen opponent. Once he had a clear path to her, the dire brute wasted no time, predatory hunter instincts kicking in as he launched towards her like an arrow, jaws parted as he lunged to both tackle her off her paws with his greater size and weight while aiming to grasp her round her neck with his powerful jaws.

Saracyn vs Briar for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel longsword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather harness
Companion 1: Black falcon, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Northern harrier, Male - Flying - Boosted
Mutation 1: Serrated Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Saracyn Mendacium"

He didn't move from his place which Fia found rather admirable if she could say so. He didn't try to jump out of the way or cower, god forbid he cowered while he was here for a raid.

They would collide, and he was quick to reach for a bite at her scruff that would land. She didn't do much but let out a short growl from the impact, but there was a high pleased grin on her maw. As his paw reached out to pull hers out from under her, she would leap up on her hind legs to aim a grasp around each of his shoulders, a little crooked from the chest to shoulder angle she was at. Her claws withdrawn, they may have caused some bleeding had she made contact. Not enough to seriously injure him of course. What was a fight without a little pain and blood? And if she were lucky, they could come tumbling down together. For now she would try to hold her solid ground.

"Fia"

Fiametta vs Sitri for Dominance
Round 2/2
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

And the winner is...DEIMOS

DEIMOS

ARTORIAS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: DEIMOS: Attack Roll: 54 Defense Roll: 61 Agility Roll: 65 Perception Roll: 8 Total: 188 Attack[54] + 50% Bonus[27.00]: 81.00 Defense[61] + 65% Bonus[39.65]: 100.65 Agility[65] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 65.00 Perception[8] + 20% Bonus[1.60]: 9.60 Total[256.25] + 35% Bonus[89.69]: 345.94 ARTORIAS: Attack Roll: 4 Defense Roll: 57 Agility Roll: 8 Perception Roll: 54 Total: 123 Attack[4] + 95% Bonus[3.80]: 7.80 Defense[57] + 20% Bonus[11.40]: 68.40 Agility[8] + 25% Bonus[2.00]: 10.00 Perception[54] + 40% Bonus[21.60]: 75.60 Total[161.80] + 35% Bonus[56.63]: 218.43

And the winner is...BRAMBLE

BRAMBLE

AVACYN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: AVACYN: Attack Roll: 63 Defense Roll: 6 Agility Roll: 12 Perception Roll: 53 Total: 134 Attack[63] + 45% Bonus[28.35]: 91.35 Defense[6] + 25% Bonus[1.50]: 7.50 Agility[12] + 5% Bonus[0.60]: 12.60 Perception[53] + 45% Bonus[23.85]: 76.85 Total[188.30] + 25% Bonus[47.08]: 235.38 BRAMBLE: Attack Roll: 43 Defense Roll: 85 Agility Roll: 93 Perception Roll: 83 Total: 304 Attack[43] + 50% Bonus[21.50]: 64.50 Defense[85] + 30% Bonus[25.50]: 110.50 Agility[93] + 5% Bonus[4.65]: 97.65 Perception[83] + 25% Bonus[20.75]: 103.75 Total[376.40] + 35% Bonus[131.74]: 508.14

Malico has been… brooding. The young man had moved himself out to Firefly lake because he needed space and time to consider the fact that Mariah has grown apart from him. His soul hurts with the separation and he has been trying his best to keep more to himself because being around others is well, painful. In the fading light of the day, the purple man lounges in the reeds that ring the lake, watching as the fireflies begin to spark to life and dance their nightly routine.

Deimos had spread the word that Elysium would be raided soon but, with no timeline and his own gloomy thoughts occupying his time, Mal has almost completely forgotten about it… until a challenging call rings from the borders of Alias Island. Head snaps up as his ears swivel forward and Malico raises from the reeds as he takes off with haste. The young man only stops to don his armor before moving on and he is surprised to find how long it takes him to get to where the raiding party is.

Fights are already in full swing and some are even ending by the time his paws land on the battlefield and Mal quickly scans for an opponent. Eyes land on a dire brute made of slates and grays and he angles toward him, not bothering to stop or slow as he goes. Aiming to come at him mostly straight on, the younger male bares his teeth and growls as he gets in close, seeking to try slam his chest into the taller man’s. At the same time, his head snakes out, jaws parting as he attempts to grab onto of the side of the man’s neck in a painful hold.





Malico vs Mercury for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Defensive Battle Accessory: Black leather cuirass
Companion 1: Miniature Donkey, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Obsidian Claws - Offensive
Disability: Partial deafness - Moderate
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A


"Malico Mendacium"

His prediction of the fiery woman's reaction to his attack didn't quite play out the way he hoped since she turned out to be far more combative and willing to take a hit than he originally anticipated. Maybe he should have guessed that with how she charged him at the beginning. His bite on her scruff did land so he figured he might as well keep the grappling hold to give himself another point of leverage as he went to pull her leg out from under her. However, before he could get that grasp on her that he was aiming for, she threw her forelegs up and around his shoulders, leaving them both a little off balance with him on three legs and her on two. With her gripping onto him like this it made it difficult to maneuver in any direction, especially with the awkward angle they were at, so he figured he might as well try to turn her tactic back against her. His foreleg that had originally been aiming for her foreleg lifted to try and hook around her side behind her elbow instead and he began to twist his body while using his foreleg as a point of leverage to try and throw her to the ground on her side. His own stance was shaky at best so all he could hope was that he managed to get her to fall before he fell himself.

Sitri vs Fiametta for Dominance
Round 2/2
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"

Frankly Desponia needed a break from the little monsters. Little was a relative term of course. Four out of five of them had been big as hell. Just one more resentment she was carrying for the man who'd fathered them. As if five pups wasn't enough when she knew full well women in her family tended to have small litters he'd also made four of them hurt like hell. Not that the smallest one hadn't hurt either way. Desponia had almost expected that once her kids were actually born that she'd find her maternal instinct. She did not. She dutifully nursed them and had even given them names but she found it was less driven by any sort of affection for the little whelps and more a feeling of obligation. She'd chosen to keep them, she ought to at least keep them alive for a while. She'd thought maybe her affection would kick in once they started talking, having actual personalities beyond squirming squeaking things. Still a no. In fact she was almost more annoyed by them now that some of them had started to babble. The movement that could barely be called walking also didn't do anything to endear them to her. She certainly was not pleased with the few escape attempts she'd already stopped. So yeah maybe what she really needed was a distraction. Luckily for Desponia one was about to show. With the pups deep in sleep she easily extricated herself from them and made her way towards the sounds of fighting, stretching her legs out and getting a feel for her body now in recovery. Was she being irresponsible with her kids? Yes, but she was already pushing that thought from her mind and scanning the horizon. It seemed many of her pack were already engaged, her niece having fallen away from a younger woman, Desponia adjusted to fill that gap, picking up speed. As she continued to move she picked up her pace, and lowered her head, hoping to ram her horns into the woman's chest. Desponia was well aware that her approach was pretty easy to see and read so she would have to try and be a little more creative. With head lowered she set her sights on her paws, and her jaw parted, hoping to grab hold of a wrist or paw once close enough, even if her horns didn't hit. Desponia vs Bramble for Spar Round 1/? Age: 1+ Size: Large Build: Light Mutation 1: Ram horns - Offensive Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: Bard via Avacyn ""

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The charging form of a purple wolf stood out in the crowd, and the Hallows COmmander turned his attention and angled his body towards this smaller wolf. He was prepared when the brightly toned wolf moved to slam his body into Merc’s. He braced for the impact, moving his balance accordingly. They hit, and he felt the impact in a way that would bruise later. Too be expected, of course.

As the other wolf’s teeth grabbed for his neck, Mercury attempted to shove his shoulder into their windpipe, leaning to the side as he did so in an attempt to stay out of the reach of their fangs.

Mercury vs Malico for raid
Round 1/1
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Creepy Contact Lenses
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers
Companion 1: Cormorant, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Silver Fox, Male - Battle (Boosted)
*Companion 3: Silver Fox, Female - Battle (Boosted)
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster & Professor

"Mercury Ermís"

Thorn doubted he’d be able to use Stormsong in the battle but that certainly didn’t stop him from bringing his greatsword. If nothing else the sheathed weapon offered extra defense while strapped to his back. It was quite the distance to travel and with his anticipation for a great fight, it felt all the longer. Finally, the bridge to the island was in sight and Thorn followed the pack, his gaze traveling from his father's back and to the land before them, watching for Elysium's pack to respond to Artorias call.

It didn’t take long for wolves to split off to their own individual battles. Thorn longed to draw his sword, the weapon was a part of him and he desired to use it. There were very few ways to play gentle with the blade.
There, there was his target.

Surprisingly an Elysium wolf had managed to win the raid battle with his father. Thorn desired to go up against the strongest and it appeared this wolf surely must be among those. The wolf was about the same size as Thorn and had huge paws and two horns.

Thorn ran towards Deimos, calling out his intent so no one could say he only won due to catching his opponent off guard. “Prepare yourself!” That was the warning fairly given and it was only a few more strides before he would attempt to come in on Deimos left side, pivoting to try and slam his shoulder into the side of Deimos front shoulder, his teeth snapping for the top of his neck.

Thorn vs Deimos for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Wooden Sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Fox, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Oversized Cardinal, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: stronger jaws & teeth - offensive
Mutation 3: strong bones - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator

"Thorn Carpathius"

As Avacyn is swept to the ground, slipping out from under her, Bramble rises victorious. The look of joyful pride spreading across her expression is clear as she turns a friendly smile to the Matriarch. “That was fun!” Bramble’s tone is chipper even through the slight panting of her tongue. Fighting well took a lot of energy, but she was ready for more!

Giving her body a shake, releasing the built of tension, Bramble turns back to the battlefield. Around her, pack mates and foe alike are fighting all around her. The clamor of bodies and weapons fill her ears, leaving her eye open to scan the crowd. It wouldn’t take long for her next opponent to zero in. The smaller purple woman comes charging forward, head down and ram horns forward. An interesting approach, but fitting for the woman’s stature and mutation.

Instead of meeting Desponia head on as she might have with someone else, she would rather not clash with the hardy material of the curling horns. As Desponia closes the space between them, Bramble skirts to the left, unaware of the aiming jaws from Desponia. Teeth meet her ankle as she yanks it away, leaving scraping wounds from her ankle down to her toes. Wincing through the pain, Bramble forges on.

Hoping that Desponia’s forward momentum is too much to stop the woman quickly, Bramble pivots until she’s parallel Desponia, but closer to the woman’s hind end. Lunging forward, Bramble aims to grab onto Desponia’s body and tackle her to the ground.

Bramble Carpathius

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Bramble vs Desponia for Dominance (Raid)
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 & Bard from Briar

On a battlefield like this things moved fast and multiple fights broke out quickly around her in the matter of moments. She waited eagerly for another Elysium wolf to appear, watching as Art, Bramble, Rebel, and Sitri were all caught by their individual opponents. She was scanning the trees, not wanting to be ambushed, but she was distracted for a split moment as she watched Art tumble over under Deimos. One of Elysium's wolves surprised her and tackled her from the side and catching her off guard. He swept her off of her paws with an audible 'oof', but she was quick to recover as she tipped her head back to let her antlers protect the back of her neck to keep him from grappling her any more than he already was and let the momentum of his heavy weight send them rolling across the ground. She was more than used to fighting wolves larger and heavier than her thanks to Artorias so she knew to just let gravity do the work and brace herself as they tumbled a couple times and was able to break free of his forelegs. She made a graceful roll back to her paws and spun to face who turned out to be Saracyn, recognizing the Commander and the son of their friends.

She smirked and chided him, saying, "That's not very sportsman-like of you," with obvious sarcastic amusement once he was also standing again. She shifted back into a fighting stance within an instant and immediately charged forward, keeping her head lowered with her antlers acting as a shield of sorts as she bounded toward his left side, keeping light on her feet and preparing to leap to the side to avoid his inevitable retaliation. As she neared his shoulder she lunged forward to bite at his side just behind his elbow and then again further down his ribs, focusing on leaving passing, glancing blows since she knew she didn't have the weight or strength to have a hope of dominating him with brute force alone. Her ultimate target as she danced around him was his back left ankle, trying to grab and pull on the limb as her hip pivoted to knock into his side to try and knock him off balance at the same time.

Briar vs Saracyn for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather armor
Companion 1: Prairie falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Fox with antlers, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Antlers (small) - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Briar Carpathius"

The pair of alpha males were locked in a back and forth grappled tug of war for several moments until Deimos finally decided to give into the pulling Artorias was doing on his scruff and toppled over with him–except he made sure to fall in a way that he would fall on top of his opponent. He let his weight slam into the other man and knock the wind out of him to force him to let go of his scruff and Deimos rolled back to his paws, giving himself a shake before giving Art a grin and telling him, "I'll be expecting that bottle of special vintage to be delivered promptly." He chuckled and made her he hadn't actually hurt the man, but it looked like one of The Hallows' healers was running up to tend to him regardless so he pivoted away to look for another opponent. He was riding a high of a victory and was raring to go for another fight.

He didn't have to wait long though as a voice called out to him and his attention quickly turned toward a younger wolf that was charging right for him. Just based on his height and coloring alone it was obvious that this was one of Artorias' children that clearly wanted to take a shot at the brute that had bested his father. He grinned and shifted quickly into a defensive stance, waiting for the boy to reach him and bracing himself for whatever kind of attack he was going to start with. He did pivot to face him at least so when his shoulder struck his it was the fronts of their shoulders that clashed. He took the brunt of the attack, accepting the bruising and soreness that was bound to come from it in order to get the younger man into close quarters with him. He anticipated his opponent's reach for the back of his neck since it was exactly what he would have done in his position so he tossed his head back, intercepting Thorn's reach and trying to knock Thorn's cheek with the top of his skull and possibly scrape his cheek with his horns. Meanwhile, he shifted his weight to his other paws in order to lift his right forepaw and bring it up to Thorn's chest to try and shove him back with his bear-like claws lightly digging into his skin as "encouragement".

Deimos vs Thorn 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"

And the winner is...SITRI

SITRI

FIAMETTA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: FIAMETTA: Attack Roll: 6 Defense Roll: 49 Agility Roll: 42 Perception Roll: 84 Total: 181 Attack[6] + 30% Bonus[1.80]: 7.80 Defense[49] + 20% Bonus[9.80]: 58.80 Agility[42] + 10% Bonus[4.20]: 46.20 Perception[84] + 50% Bonus[42.00]: 126.00 Total[238.80] + 35% Bonus[83.58]: 322.38 SITRI: Attack Roll: 68 Defense Roll: 70 Agility Roll: 83 Perception Roll: 35 Total: 256 Attack[68] + 35% Bonus[23.80]: 91.80 Defense[70] + 10% Bonus[7.00]: 77.00 Agility[83] + 15% Bonus[12.45]: 95.45 Perception[35] + 10% Bonus[3.50]: 38.50 Total[302.75] + 30% Bonus[90.83]: 393.57

It was a little embarrassing to say, but nothing got Dusks blood pumping quite like battle. It was her first true love and she would always come home to it. The Carpathian woman stood back, allowing others to meet their opponents first. She was in no hurry. It was good to stand back so that she could observe the skills of her packmates. Fiery eyes watched Sitri closely and Dusk grinned proudly as he trounced his opponent. She'd have to fully show her appreciation for his hard work later.

Dusk found it more than a little surprising that her father had lost his bout with the Elysium alpha, but things happened. You couldn't win all of the time. As Dusk looked around for an opponent for herself, she lifted her long, prehensile tail and gave it a shake. The blades of Whisper shifted free in preparation. Not wanting to leave her beloved weapon behind, Dusk had come up with a plan of capping the blades with thick hide. She wouldn't be lopping heads off today.

"Dusk Carpathius"

Desponia figured at least her headbutt would miss but as her fangs met flesh she couldn't help the slight smirk, not even fighting all that hard to keep the younger woman's paw in her grip, letting her opponent rip her own way out. That said Bramble's hope was on point, in truth Desponia hadn't exactly had a plan for after missing her headbutt beyond the bite and as the younger woman had started moving quickly out of the way Desponia stumbled onwards, trying to slam on the breaks. But too slow. With an audible whump and the sound of air rapidly escaping lungs Desponia found herself on the ground, tackled. Frankly it was a little to close to a run in with a certain winged asshole who's kids she'd just left back in her den. Maybe she wasn't being held down in quite the same way but she was frankly tired of being held down at all! With a growl the woman tried to squirm over onto her back, flailing her head in a vain attempt to slam it into some part of the other woman and risking giving her opponent easy access to her stomach in an effort to try and kick the other woman off with her hind legs, winding up and then attempting to kick out with little restraint, not really aiming for any particular area, simply looking to get her attacker off. Desponia vs Bramble for Spar Round 2/2 Age: 1+ Size: Large Build: Light Mutation 1: Ram horns - Offensive Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: Bard via Avacyn ""

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Normally when Thorn fought he wouldn’t be as close to his opponent due to the long reach of his blade, it would put him at a disadvantage. This fight was one that demanded being in close and his jaws ached to put the swords hilt in there. His attack for the neck missed and as Deimos raised his neck. Thorn felt a horn graze his cheek, there was a small sting to let him know it had connected with flesh. There was a thin line of blood to show the skin torn but so thin it would heal over fast.

When Deimos put his impressively-sized paw up to shove Thorn back his first instinct was to resist, the claws be damned. A second later he realized that he should do something different than what instinct told him. Thorn relaxed into the pressure, pivoted to the right, and attempted to bite the leg before Deimos could put it back firmly on the ground. The idea was to hold the paw in his mouth and try to again push his weight into Deimos to get him on the ground. Thorn's jaws were strong, both by his natural bone and the muscles gained from grasping that heavy sword, so he would be careful to only put pressure on the leg to suggest he could bite in deeper but not doing so. Hopefully holding back didn’t damage his ability to win the match. At least it was a hindrance both had to deal with.

Thorn vs Deimos for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Greatsword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Fox, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Oversized Cardinal, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: stronger jaws & teeth - offensive
Mutation 3: strong bones - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator


"Thorn Carpathius"

Boy, was he wrong. He'd had thought that maybe he would get the chance to curl back up with his boyfriend for a few more hours at least, hoping that the raid wouldn't start immediately. Who was he kidding, though? Clearly himself. He had only wished that he had woke Sorcerer and told him, though he supposed it wouldn't be long before he roused and found out himself. It felt rude, though, and he was going to make sure he apologized in the best way he knew how when he got back.

He brought up the rear of the group for no other reason than because he could, not to seem lazy or anything of course. Everyone here was a strong fighter, certain to bring home the win. They couldn't lose! Though he knew little about Elysium, he did know that they would have to be strong to defeat them. Even if this was a friendly raid, certainly they weren't as strong as The Hallows. Grimshaw knew he was strong, he knew Artorias was strong, and there were others too, and of course others he wasn't as familiar with. Would they be here if they weren't, though? Everyone had to practice some time, but he trusted Artorias to bring along the right set of wolves for the job.

As others collected and started their battles, Grimshaw waited. At the back of the crowd, he wasn't the first to be attacked. Or the second, or even the third. But that was more than fine. His muscles were ready and itching to get started, yet unless more Elysium wolves answered the call, he would be left with weakened and tired wolves, those that had already used their energy fighting someone else. That gave him an easy win, certainly. So he continued to wait, watching, studying, and wondering who would decide that taking him on was a good idea.

"Speech!"

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Her tackle was a success! Propelling her taller height and heavier weight toward Desponia, she watches her smaller opponent fall to the ground. Staying quick on her paws so that Desponia couldn't escape, Bramble hovers over her. All four paws on either side of the purple woman's body as she allows some breathing room. This was a friendly raid after all and though she doesn't know of Desponia's recent conditions, Bramble wasn't out to hurt anyone seriously.

Lifting a paw as Desponia rolls over, revealing the submissive belly area, Bramble aims to plant her paw upon Desponia's chest with her claws flexed just enough to apply pressure into skin. As her mouth opens to speak, she is surprised at the might of her smaller opponent. Legs flail and kick out at her, dull claws and paws smacking against the inside of her legs and along her ribs.

"Do. You. Yield?" Bramble asks between breaths. Her expression wincing each time Desponia kicked out at her. If Desponia didn't yield vocally, she worried she might actually lose this one from the barrage of kicks she was receiving.

Bramble Carpathius

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Bramble vs Desponia for Dominance (Raid)
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 & Bard from Briar

Saracyn had managed to sneak up on the Hallows queen and take her by surprise, his tackle taking them both off their paws. Immediately, the Mendacium brute was biting and snapping to try and snag a hold on Briar's neck so he could end this fight in one fell swoop, but alas, it was not his lucky day. With her antlers getting in the way of his muzzle, it bought the fae enough time to kick off of him amidst their tumbling and roll to her paws. Sara himself also managed to land on his feet, muscles tensed and coiled, ready to spring back into action. Bright cerulean eyes burned with an eager fire for combat and he immediately knew he'd chosen a worthy adversary. She playfully scolded him for not being sportsmanlike and Saracyn just scoffed, his facial marking glowing bright and rapid in time with his beating heart.

"Better to be the winner than to be fair," he teased her back, prowling around the Hallows fae to start circling her. Looking like a predator waiting for the right time to strike at his prey. A wolf and a deer, how apropos. His opponent began to charge right at him, lowering her head to point those antlers at him like a battering ram. Sara could do nothing to stop those, so he instead chose to sidestep as she lunged for him, feeling the snap of her jaws click on the air next to his side just millimeters away. He spun towards her, but the lithe fae was already going down his side again, this time finding purchase with her teeth near his ribs, and again as she went for his ankle. She was much faster and agile than he was and she was using it to her advantage.

Gritting his teeth and snarling, Saracyn bore the sting of her bites to instead focus on a more favorable target. He couldn't outmaneuver her—so he would overpower her instead. And how generous of her to swing those shapely hips towards his side. Using her own move against her, Saracyn reached to try and grapple Briar around her hips and hold her so she couldn't pull back, using her close proximity against her as he then lunged to snap his serrated teeth down around the base of her tail. He could have attempted to remove it easily with his shark-like fangs, but this was a friendly raid, and it wasn't exactly very sportsmanlike to disfigure the mate of the other alpha. So instead he'd aim to bite and hold and force Briar to let go of his leg, lest she risk thrashing and losing her tail.

Saracyn vs Briar for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel longsword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather harness
Companion 1: Black falcon, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Northern harrier, Male - Flying - Boosted
Mutation 1: Serrated Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Saracyn Mendacium"