On his way escorting Ansem back home, Grimoire made a little detour to the battlefield. It had been some time since he had engaged in a spar, and since it was on the way back to the Armada, he figured he'd try to get a little practice in and shake off the rust. He made his way across the battle-torn plain, ears flicking at the sound of fighting in the distance. He swore the crimson sky was keeping more of the summer heat in, but perhaps it was all in his head. His thick northern pelt stifled him, but there was little he could do beyond taking a dip in the water or getting back to the North lands where he hoped was still cool enough despite the summer heat. He paused when he felt he was in a decent enough spot, molten gaze searching the landscape for a moment as his eagle flew circles above his head. He took in a breath before tilting his head back and calling out for an opponent. "Grimoire

Epimethius found himself once again inside the battlefield, the history of these fields made him almost eager. Eager to become a part of it, to contribute to the blood that had soaked into the ground. The red sky made this place all the intimidating. Today the battlefield felt busier than he had seen it prior, but maybe he just hadn't been paying attention to the sounds in the distance. Today he heard the clashing of fellow wolves, although far in the distance it sparred him on. His ears swiveled forward as he heard someone make a call for an opponent, and he began to pick up his pace taking lengthy strides as he approached them. Soon he found himself roughly 10 feet away from them, he would give them a nod of his head. Respect was a big thing for Epimethius, whether it be to people he believed to be superior to him or to people he saw as equals. He never saw anyone as someone beneath him though. "Names' Epimethius." He would offer, his tone relaxed but excited as he stretched out in front of his opponent. Eyes never leaving the brute. Whether or not the man gave him a name in return did not matter to him, it wouldn't change how the mutt saw him. Then he prepared, steadying his body and retracting his legs and muscles as he coiled up. Ready to launch himself towards the male. The size difference didn't worry Epimethius, but the oddly shaped paws and horns of the brute did. So instead of approaching this fight head-on, he would try to go at him from the side. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. Epimethius was off, bounding towards the unknown man with excitement. The grin gracing his lips bore just a little more tooth than usual, just the hint of a snarl. And then as he got close, he would shift his weight and slide to his left. Before attempting to slam into the right side of the man in front of him, eager for the fight ahead. Then he would shift, head moving as his jaws snapped opening aiming to grasp ahold of the side of the man's neck. He didn't want to wound too terribly bad, if this bite did land the only reason for it was so he could make sure this stranger's horns didn't end up trying to pierce his side. He was already enthralled with the battle, to him the outcome did not matter, as long as they both enjoyed it. Epimethius vs Grimoire for Spar Round 1/? Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter Specialty: "Talk"

Someone approached, answering his call. It wasn't quite a wolf...perhaps a wolfdog? Judging by the way he looked, anyway. The canine stopped about ten feet away, offering up his name. Grimoire nodded to him, amber gaze sizing him up. "Grimoire." He stated. The stoic male subtly shifted into well practiced defenses, head lowering over his throat as he kept his eyes on the other male. No doubt the dog would begin the first move, and he was right to assume that. The wolfdog would come at him shortly after he finished preparing himself, and Grimoire would retaliate. Remaining where he was instead of moving to meet the dog head on, he waited until his opponent was just close enough before turning in toward his opponent just as Epimetheus reached his shoulder. Grimoire's hind legs coiled before the tension released, like a goat seeking a charge with his head lowered, he angled his horns enough to where he could aim a headbutt at the smaller opponent without stabbing him in the process. If only to wind him and throw him off balance. In the process, his opponents teeth would miss their mark, instead, grasping just enough of flesh and fur near the blade of his shoulder, teeth scraping against bone. Lunging then, his own jaws opened as he sought to grab the tender flesh where the leg met body, a heavy paw rising just enough in an effort to swipe at the other males side, perhaps even using it to further aid in his unbalancing of his opponent. Grimoire vs Epimethius for Spar Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Gauntlets w/hidden blade Defensive Battle Accessory: Dragon armor Companion 1: Finnish forest reindeer, male - battle Companion 2: Booted Eagle, male, Battle Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive Mutation 2: Bear paws - Offensive Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Hunter "Grimoire

Grimoire moved faster than he had anticipated, turning to meet his movements. The brutes head slammed into Epimethius's right side of his chest, but he held his ground, even as he felt the wind rush from his lungs and the dull ache settle into the muscle. He knew that there would likely be bruising sprouting from that spot soon. He did appreciate that Grimoire had not attempted to skewer him though. While one of his hits had landed, he did not have much time to celebrate it before the larger man went for his flesh. He moved only slightly, just enough for the bite to hit the shallow muscle of his shoulder. Tit for tat you know. He seized the moment his opponent made contact with his flesh to lunge forward, hoping to drive his own teeth into the supple flesh of his opponent's lower neck, where it made contact with his right upper shoulder. Epimethius vs Grimoire for Spar Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter Specialty: "Talk"