With all the shifting and strangeness in the land, the rot prince feels a strange power coming over him. Convictions growing stronger, growing stranger. Not out of sorts, but at his best. Feeding on chaos, feeding on the strife within his system. It lives in his chest, and he's becoming something worse. Far worse.

Know better. Do worse. His antlers growing to their full height, and the boy reaching near-terminal velocity in his bulk. There's a burning within him, an aching to dig into the world around. To dig into flesh, as well. Squaring up on the battlefield under the red light of sunset, Björn tipped his head back. An echoing, rakish call. Looking for a brawl... when is he not?

"Björn"

Raumr knows of the continent called Auster. There lies a land they called the Boneyard where ones went to fight. In Boreas, he had just learned of a similar land called the Battlefield. A similar land, but with less carcasses and more bloodstained pits of dried dirt. Not his preferred terrain to lounge in, but if he were to prove himself, it was a necessity. With a curl of his lip, the liger prowls with shoulders rolling fluidly, paws spreading to their full extent.

When a daring call screeches into the red-tinged sky, Raumr pauses, amber eyes scanning. Not far, a young male stands, posturing as if the world stood on his shoulders. Perfect, the more unpredictable the better. Approaching with slow, languid steps, Raumr stands over the boy. "Fight me if you dare," he speaks in warm honey tone that sounds lighter than it does terrifying. Almost as if he's taunting the boy.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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The creature responding to his call is... different. Far different than Björn anticipated, and he doesn't hide the surprise that crosses his stony features. A much larger predator, pale and tawny, showing some signs of age. A strange specimen, one that speaks the common tongue. Björn hadn't ever encountered a cat like this one, that's for sure.

No time for thinking, only for doing. Springing into action, hackles up. "If you dare, more like." A toss of his antlered head, and he's quick to act.

There's no pussyfooting around, instead charging the large predator with precision. He'd have to be more mindful of the claws than on an average wolf. Those would be the scariest bits, but then, the teeth are nothing to trifle with either. Björn angles to come in behind the beast's elbow, trying to get his antlers headlong into the tender flesh. Close quarters combat is usually well within his wheelhouse, and Björn isn't about to give that up now.

"Björn"

Björn Trygg vs Raumr for spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Navigator

A brow raises gently at the boy's retort. Cocky, is he? Raumr cannot help but allow his scarred lips to move upward into a hint of a smile. It was amusing when mere whelps believed themselves to be anything but. Did the boy really believe he had a one up on him? With or without the antlers, Raumr was still larger, stronger, agile and swift. He was a mere canine.

Revealing stained canines, Raumr settles in. Shoulders hunched, knees bent, body lowered as his tail flicked back and forth. Beginning to circle slowly, his gaze never leaves the tyrannous shadow that bolts directly for him. Leaving no breathing room between them, he sees the antlers that are speared in his direction, right for the tender piece behind his elbow. Raumr fights to click his teeth and chuckle.

Keeping those close quarters, he feels the graze of the sharp tips slice his skin as he positions his body to be more perpendicular by the time Bjorn greets him. His front paws draw upward as his hind paws drag through the dirt and swivel in to be facing the youngster. Reaching upward, Raumr attempts to slide his attacked arm under Bjorn's neck and his outside arm over the boy's neck in a sort of animalistic headlock.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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Raumr vs Bjorn for Spar
Round 1/2
Size: Large species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked tail cover
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dark brown leather armor
Companion 1: Miniature Sheep, female - battle
Companion 2: South American Coati, Male -battle
Skills: Expert Hunter & Advanced Fighter

There's the ghost of a smile on the cat's features, and Björn stretches. Flexes. Remains excitable on his feet, as they lock in a dangerous dance. It's a good time. The rot prince can't help it-- this is fun. On every level, it's a great time. Enjoying himself deeply and throwing himself at this challenge. Perhaps the largest challenge yet, at least by weight.

Close quarters usually benefited Björn above all, but he may have miscalculated. The cat has him in a headlock now, and the boy is left to strike at what he can reach. Moving to dig his teeth into Raumr's paws, trying to shake his head and lash out with his antlers... anything so he'd be let go at this point. That man is strong okay?

"Björn"

Björn Trygg vs Raumr for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Navigator

The headlock is successful and Raumr revels in it for a moment. Even as the youngster bucks beneath him, Raumr holds his ground. Hind paws digging into the packed dirt, claws extended to help keep his balance. His head surges forward, aiming for the boy's scruff, ensuring he misses being gored by those sharp, sharp antlers. Squeezing even a bit tighter as the boy seeks to bite his paws, Raumr aims to latch his sharp cat teeth into the boy's scruff, keeping hold of the headlock. It felt like riding a bucking bronco, but if he could wait out the boy's energy, surely he would win.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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Raumr vs Bjorn for Spar
Round 2/2
Size: Large species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked tail cover
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dark brown leather armor
Companion 1: Miniature Sheep, female - battle
Companion 2: South American Coati, Male -battle
Skills: Expert Hunter & Advanced Fighter