What possessed F?licien to try coming here in search of a sparring partner when he had barely any training when it came to such things? Heck... nothing really official even. Was the golden boy becoming so desperate to better himself, to find some sort of strength, that he would so recklessly come here? What were the chances he might actually find someone of his own strength and ability? This was a place of warriors, where many have bled for numerous reasons. Then... then there was him. Little F?li, the adventurous twin. He needed to find a spark, something to bring him back and give him renewed hope. So even if he lost... he could learn from the mistakes made here, right? Throwing cautions to the wind F?licien would tip his muzzle to the sky and sing out. Come one, come anyone, and show him something. "Speech"

Gonna estimate that Hercules is around 6 months old at the moment, standing at 30 inches and weighing about 95 pounds.

EDITED TO ADD LINK; Going by this link!

It wasn't too difficult to find, just needed basic directional instructions and he would find it in the same land area that the volcano was in. Hercules walked with his head held high and tail held out, deep, burning orange-red eyes trained on the place he was heading to. Hercules was young, not even a yearling yet but he had made a goal for himself, and since his family wasn't really around in the first place, the only place he knew where he could get what he sought was the battlefield. He knew very well that was where many battles took place, so there had to be somebody he could train with, whether it was someone willing to mentor him or just somebody looking for a spar that he could learn from. Just feet away from actually being on the battlefield, the boy's ears lifted at the sound of a howl. Eyes swept over the short grasses, trying to find who had sent the call up, quickly spotting a light colored wolf not too far away. Tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, head turning away briefly to glance at others who were already deeply engaged in fighting. Without further waiting he turned and headed for the male at a casual walk, coming to a stop just six feet in front of him. "Called for spar?" He questioned simply with a raised brow. There was no need for conversation, Hercules just wanted to jump into it and get this over with so he could move onto the next. "Speech"

Legend could hear his nephew call for a opponent on the battle feild. He felt not relieved, but enjoyed that he was training himself for such things. He would chuckle a bit before heading off in his direction. When he arrived, a young boy had already shown to be his opponent. Legend would walk over to his nephew only to speak a few words, "F?licien, you've got this." A promising grin would put to his maw, "Good luck." Legend would then back away, a good distance from the two and would wait for something to happen. He almost felt a jolt of adrenaline himself. He was almost excited to watch his nephew spar, he would watch every moment of it. "Talk"Think

While he was not overly confident that didn't mean that F?licien would not give his absolute best. It seemed not long before another would arrive, and, frankly, F?li was a bit surprised. The brown and black coated boy was younger than him, certainly, but they seemed even in height. The stranger would speak, asking words that sought clarity; "Called for spar?" It was going to happen, so soon, and brushing that little bit of surprise aside F?li would take a breath, readying himself. "That's right. You take the first move, if you will." F?licien would turn his attention momentarily to his uncle. A bit of heat would rise in his cheeks. His uncle was here to watch, ready to support him. He would give a small smile and a nod before turning bi-colored hues back upon his opponent. Though the other male was younger it did not necessarily mean that he lacked skill. It would prove an interesting spar, F?licien was sure. Body would shift, going over his defenses. Narrowed eyes and pinned ears, to protect the organs of sight and sound. His brow furrowed, determination within him, though the motion would serve as a form of minor protection on his face as well. Stand would widen, weight being distributed among his four legs. Legs would bend at the knees, claws gripping the earth for added balance. The young brute would tighten his core, taking a deep breath as he rolled he shoulders forward. F?li's head lowered, aligning with his spine, while to give additional defense to his neck the young male scrunched his neck. Tail would also align with his spine, ready to aid in balance as he needed to move in this spar. Lastly, but not least, F?licien's hackles would be raised, giving the medium-sized boy a slightly larger look. He was ready to give it his all. F?licien vs. Hercules for Spar Rounds:: Zero Out Of Two {If that works for you, Azzy.} Attacks:: None. Granting Hercules the first move. Defenses:: Narrowed eyes, pinned ears, brow furrowed, stance widened, weight distributed, knees bent, core tightened, shoulders rolled forward, head aligned with spine, neck scrunched, tail aligned with spine, hackles raised Injuries:: None yet. Notes:: I hope you don't mind me giving you the first move Azzy. I noticed I tend to struggle more with fights when I give others the first move so I really want to practice that and keeping up on the time limitations of spars. You don't need to worry about defaults, but personally my goal is to make sure I get each response in promptly. "Speech"

First fight, yay! :D

The lightly colored male confirmed Hercules' question, even offering him the first move. The boy dipped his head to this, not really caring who took the first move as long as he got the spar he had come here looking for. Almost immediately another male would appear, smaller in size than the two but held himself in a way that would let the Olympian boy know he was older. Brows came together as he looked to this new member, lips curling up, thinking that they were going to try and ambush him. But no, the chocolate colored man was encouraging and supporting the lighter one. With that Hercules' lips would fall over his lips, straightening himself up as he realized this was just an observer. Orange-red eyes narrowed, observing the defenses the other boy was putting up as he awaited his opponent to make the move. It made him wonder if he should have known about these things, were those the basics? Why did he father not teach him these things? Or was it that he thought his son was still too young to learn such a thing? Whatever it was he would shake his head and clear his throat, lifting his right paw off the ground and giving it a small shake then repeating the same thing with his left paw. Hercules would try to mirror some of the defenses while taking into account they would have to be altered every second once he was up close and personal with Felicien. His eyes narrowed once more, brows coming close together in a furrow and ears pinned back against his skull. Tail rose and become aligned with his spine as well as his neck, followed by his head. Legs spread evenly apart beneath his frame and he tightened his gut. "Alright." He whispered quietly to himself, ready to get this spar started. With a deep breath he would charge forward, going for a full frontal attack. Distance between the two close quickly, narrowed eyes focused on Felicien, but rather than go straight, Hercules' body would begin moving towards his [feli's left] right. The back end of his body drifted out and to the right while the front half remained pointed left, towards Felicien. (ref link!) Knees bent and pushed him forward quickly, front limbs angled back so that he wasn't throwing his whole body into the other male. Shoulders rolled forward the same time his head lunged, jaws parting, aiming to land a bite on Felicien's lower left neck area just in front of the shoulder. (ref link! / red) Hercules was attempting to grab hold of the flesh, and if he was able to he would rotate his head left at a 90 degree and try to pull back and down. A right foreleg would then try to lift off the ground with the head rotation and attempt to hook over, and behind, the small shoulder hump of Felicien's back. (ref link! / blue) If successful in hooking onto this part of the back Hercules will try to pull his opponent towards him. Neck, gut and side muscles tensed up with the attacks. Ears remained pinned, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed with tail out for balance. With the lunge forward his back legs were spread evenly apart with claws digging forward and into the ground to assist him keeping him planted. The left foreleg still on the ground was also digging its claws into the ground while angled to keep him from falling forward and left. Shoulders are rolled forward with the neck attack. SPAR ONE of TWO HERCULES vs FELICIEN