Once hadn't been enough for Cascade - she wanted to show Valen up and catapult herself to the top of his ranks, just because. After all, she couldn't be any worse than any other potential leader in his little mini-army, could she? His beta was an itty-bitty little green horny monster, after all. So shaking off the sting of her wounds she waved her tail and grinned in farewell at her former opponent and skipped off to another part of the field to find someone new. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" she sang out, then with a laugh raised her muzzle to once again send out a call for someone to come play. ""

"You're looking for a spar?" The young medic approached slowly, sizing up the bigger fae as she did so. She'd been nearby when the call had gone up. The voice hadn't sounded like it belonged to a psycho or a bloodthirsty monster, so on a whim she decided to take her chances and head for the unknown caller. Wishing to continue to better herself, it made sense for her to test her abilities against opponents she wasn't familiar with. Stopping before the fae so that the pair were head on, Warja took a deep breath before sparing the stranger an excited smile. "My name is Warja, by the way. If you're up for it, I'd like to take you up on that spar." Speaking --Thinking

Her call was answered by another young wolf, a pretty young thing despite the blandness of her coloring. Still, the black and silver blended into an oddly beautiful pattern on her, and the green eyes were startling in that face. Cascade grinned at her. "I am looking for a spar indeed, and I'd be delighted if it were with you, gorgeous. Warja you said? I'm Cascade." She settled herself into a fighter's stance, but made a graceful gesture toward the younger girl. "After you, if you don't mind. I just finished a fight I started and I could use the practice having someone else go first, you know what I mean?" Winking as if it was suggestive - let the girl figure out how that could be suggestive if she had the mind for it - she readied herself. CASCADE vs WARJA Round 0/?

Gorgeous? How odd of her to describe her that way. Not that she didn't enjoy being called 'gorgeous' but why that word? Why not simply her name or 'miss' if she felt a title was necessary? No matter, maybe she was just the super friendly sort. Cascade's next line/wink combo was equally confusing, but there was no time to puzzle over it. Clearly, Warja was dealing with a bit of an odd duck. Hopefully her gut wasn't wrong about this one. "Um...sure, I don't mind starting." Immediately she fell into her defenses; knees bending and stance widening over splayed toes. She tensed, muscles coiling in preparation of her assault as her head lowered and her shoulders rolled forward. Blackened ears fell back, eyes narrowed and hackles lifted, tail tucking between her legs to protect her belly. She was ready. A plan in mind, Warja dove forward and attempted to close the distance between them, running at Cascade head on as if she were going to barrel into her chest. At the last second she dodged to her right. Coming at her opponent at a 170 degree angle, Warja arched her body slightly to the left, pivoting modestly on her right foreleg and attempted to drive the side of her right shoulder into the front of Cascade's left foreleg just beneath the elbow. Simultaneously her jaws flung wide, neck stretching as she reached for Cas' right front elbow with the intent of sinking her fangs into the inner side of it. To complete her attack, Warja lifted her left forepaw (confident in her balance over her right forepaw) and sent it curving out and to the left in the hopes of driving it into the front of her opponent's right foreleg and sweeping it under her. That final move, combined with her teeth weakening the limb and her shoulder slam directed at Cascade's other forelimb, would hopefully bring the giant crashing down. WARJA vs CASCADE for SPAR Round ONE of TWO Speaking --Thinking

Cascade grinned as the young girl completely disregarded her teasing - super serious, eh? Either completely innocent or really, really good at pretending... one would hope the first considering her age but was anyone in this world really completely innocent? She set herself, tongue lolling from her mouth in excitement and concentration. Her weight distributed itself equally to her four paws, her stance shifting to just over shoulder- and hip-width and her body dropped slightly as her joints went lose and bent just the littlest bit. Her toes spread apart, gripping the earth with her claws, and she shifted to roll her shoulders forward and bunch up her scruff. Her chin tucked toward her throat for protection as her ears pinned back and her eyes narrowed. A grin continued to play over her mouth and her tail, held level with her spine for balance, wagged - this was great, how was it that more people didn't enjoy this? She raised her hackles almost lazily, obscuring her slim saluki-like form in ebony puffiness, and then Warja was moving. She just watched as the smaller girl sped forward - she outweighed Warja by enough that the girl's weight was unlikely to just knock her off her paws, not with her stance set. But just sitting there and taking the hit would be boring... plus Warja was probably a bit sneakier than that. Best not to assume. Sure enough Warja shifted her angle at the last minute, aiming for Cascade's leg rather than her chest. The Saxe shifted her weight to her hindquarters, bending her joints and sinking down enough for her hocks to nearly rest on the ground, and reared up slightly. With her forepaws up this funneled the attack the slightest bit so that Warja's shoulder struck the underneath of Cascade's chest on the left just next to the junction of her leg. Mild bruising occurred in a small patch where Warja's shoulder blade struck but by digging her hindclaws in Cascade's greater weight kept her from being moved back. Bringing her forepaws up she attempted to wrap them around the very lowest part of Warja's neck, around the shoulders, in the hopes of squeezing and bear-hugging the girl against her. The very action of rearing up, getting her paws off the ground avoided Warja's sneaky attempt at a leg swipe, but rising up and reaching out meant that Warja's teeth merely met her right foreleg sooner and in her upper arm right below the chest rather than her elbow. The wounds were moderate as Warja's teeth sank in, and Cascade winced. In retaliation she arched her neck, turned her head to her right and attempted to close her jaws overtop Warja's neck at the base of her skull, aiming to grip and squeeze rather than sink her fangs in. Cascade vs Warja for Spar Round 1/2

Sensing her intention, Cascade suddenly reared up on her hind legs. This move largely thwarted Warja's grand plan. Sure, she still tasted blood and the ache in her shoulder (that promised light bruising later) meant her slam had been somewhat successful. Still, if she had the time for it, Warja would have been disappointed. Massive paws wrapped around the base of her neck and Warja felt herself get squished into the bigger fae's bosom. Their positioning meant that there was little Warja could do to avoid the teeth that sought to grip the back of her neck. Cascade's teeth sunk into the young medic's scruff just below her skull. Since her intention had simply been to squeeze the resulting puncture wounds were modest at best. In retaliation Warja attempted to maintain her bite on Cascade's foreleg (a move that's purpose would becoming clear in a matter of heartbeats) and hopefully worsen the wound by tightening her grip . Digging her nails into the ground, Warja shoved forward in an attempt to not only ram the right side of her chest and shoulder into the center left of Cascade's chest, but, once her hind legs were gathered beneath her, to push upwards and rise up on her hind legs in the hopes of compromising Cas' balance. The weight would be great, but with a straightened back, tensed muscles and adrenaline on her side, Warja was confident she could do it. A bonus of her forward movement was that if she managed to keep her hold on her opponent's foreleg the limb would be pushed further to Warja's left - a movement that Cascade's shoulder was not made to make. If all went according to plan, the shove upwards and forwards combined with her bite would force Cascade to fall to her right or risk dislocation in her right shoulder. Going ridged as she attempted to stand up on her hind legs, Warja straightened her spine and raised her tail in the hopes of bettering her chance of success. The purpose of her lifted tail was to better her balance; the straightened spine and tensed muscles to further her attack. Her ears stayed flat against her skull and her eyes stayed narrowed. Stiffened hackles guarded her spine; shoulders rolling forward in the hopes of keeping her scruff loose and useless between Cascade's teeth. Warja's toes splayed, hind claws digging into the ground as her weight centered and distributed evenly to accommodate her evolving position. Her stance was wide, supporting locked knees whose purpose was to keep her aloft and aid her in her assault against her opponent. Determination graced her features - something that did little to further her physical defense but did wonders for her psyche; victory was within reach. WARJA versus CASCADE for SPAR Round TWO of TWO Speaking --Thinking