Ah, this was his home. Sin paced back and forth, fur bristling as his head rocked back and forth ever so slightly. He was frustrated, though over what he could not say. His family were near, he could scent them. He would never erase their scents from his nose, nor would he ever. They were his blood, borne from the greatest generation that lived. Arietta, a pawn in his game, though he would deny any affection towards her, he did have a spot in the darkest depths of his being for the petite woman. She had been the first he had ever claimed, and it would always remain so. Their relationship was strange, and no matter if he pushed her away or ignored her completely, he knew she would follow him without question. It was these thoughts that frustrated him, and it was the need to eradicate them from his mind that drove him here today. He needed a distraction, and what better way to distract himself then with the sound of clashing bodies and the smell of blood? Yes...he needed more to coat his features. The tattoos upon his pelt were not just for a show of power, but a warning sign to those who crossed him. He cared not for who you were, he'd never held anything back in a spar and he was not about to wimp out nor give in now be it physically or emotionally...then again, what were emotions to this creature? He stopped his pacing, tail lashing as he promptly threw back his head and called to him any that might be nearby and ready to take him on. Small, large, injured or at full health, he wanted to taste blood and rip fur. Granted, his blood might also be spilled and his fur rent from his body, but the adrenaline of a fight always spurred him on and excited him in ways it shouldn't. And then, he would wait. "Speech"

There was an edge of restlessness to Cascade. Generally she was content to remain in Imperium with the kids, with Valen and his pack but there were days when the dissonance of her current life clashing with the gypsy life she'd led from puphood gave her a moody turn, gave her the need to see other face and other places than the three lands and the dozen-and-a-half wolves Imperium laid claim to. She didn't even go far, though the pups were almost a year old now and didn't actually need her to stay close by them. All she did was step over the border and she was there, in the one land always certain to soothe her restlessness. It was easy to lose your thoughts in the whirlwind of a fight, easy to drown the restlessness in exhaustion. She caught the sound of a fighter calling for an opponent nearly the moment she crossed the border, conveniently, and followed it to find a ghostly male with orange-yellow eyes at the end of it. She paused a fair distance away, about four body lengths, a faint grin lifting her lips to tug at the new scar across the top of her muzzle, to see who it was she'd be fighting. Oh, this one she recognized. The big white male had appeared at Valen's little to-do recently with the intention of fighting the even bigger alpha, though she couldn't recall the outcome of that. The male was no taller than she was, and with a similar build he wouldn't outweigh her by much either. A pity. Not as much of a challenge as Valentine, but maybe it was for the best. Far more wolves were closer to this male's size than Valen's and it wouldn't do for her to focus all her skills on learning to fight a far larger opponent and neglect to practice on ones her own size. "Cascade Saxe," she offered from her position. If the world was going to keep throwing them together they might as well know what to refer to each other as, even if it was only in their own heads. 'The white male' did wear thin rather quickly, after all. She slipped into a fighter's stance, indicating to him that she was ready when he was. ""

Sin Armada

Lips curled in a grin at a presence he had not expected, but recognizable all the same. He eyed the woman whom had obviously fought the much larger wolf creature not too long ago, though it seemed she had fallen in her endeavor while the brute had taken on an opponent his own size. She gave him her name, his own ears twitching as he soaked in that little bit of information. She bore a scar across her face, making her appear attractive in ways others would find disgust in. She was a pretty one, and oh how he'd love to add her to his collection. But as it was, she reeked of pack scents. The same one she had been fighting, the Alpha no doubt. So he'd keep those thoughts to himself. "Sin Armada." He purred. Why not introduce himself, surely their paths would cross several more times in the future, especially if most of their meetings would be in the battlefield. He watched her take a defensive stance, and in turn he would roll his shoulders and loosen his muscles. He'd take up his defenses. Shaking out his fur, his ears laid back flat against his head, his hackles began to rise, head lowered to protect his throat, he bunched his scruff to add a fatty layer of protection, shoulders rolled forward to protect the sides of his neck, his tail flagged out to act as a rudder for when he made his move, as well as aligning it with his head and spine. Toes spread out, claws scraped into the dirt for traction, his teeth bared in a menacing snarl, and his eyes would narrow. Then, he would push off from his position. He attempted to close the distance between them, though they were a few body lengths apart, he would charge forward at first, then promptly he would dart to his left. He jutted his right shoulder out, attempting to smash into Cascade's right. As he moved, he slightly bent his elbows and knees to align his shoulder with her right elbow. His aim here, was to try and smash the bony part of his shoulder in an attempt to make her falter, bruise her, and possibly even dislocate the joint or break it altogether. If he was successful, or if he missed his intended mark, then a bruise might potentially blossom on his own shoulder, though that would be determined later. Simultaneously, his head jerked to his right, maw opening as he sought out his next target. He aimed to bite the right side of her throat, striving to attain a grip and shake violently, to leave what damage he could and potentially gain control or choke her a bit. She didn't seem the type to make the fight east, not with the wounds he had seen on the Imperium alpha. No, she would be an amazing opponent, and just as he was sure she wouldn't go easy, neither would he. His weight was even, his legs adopting a somewhat wide stance in the event she tried to push him over. As he made for these attacks, he'd add on the attempt of unbalancing or distracting her. His right forepaw reached out to her right forepaw, attempting then to swipe her foot out from under and hopefully, compromise her balance. Fight Stats Round: 1/2 Defenses:2nd paragraph Attacks: Attempt to smash his shoulder into her elbow//Attempt to bite her neck//attempt to swipe at her paw Injuries: None Out Of Character Notes:

And the winner by default is...

Sin. Due to Tealah's absence Cascade has forfeited the match.