ardent

Jethro



Pharos

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
66
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
12
player
10-06-2016, 10:13 AM

Slate erected in misshapen places are subject to the dried blood of conflict before his coming. Undaunted, he is home among the war. As with many lands, it is clear this one's purpose: the graveyard for the unworthy. He approaches knowing this, and does not stop there. Upon the horizon is a figure emblazoned with challenge and readiness. She looks for a spar. In the wake of her desire, he will provide.

Sloping steps bring the behemoth forth from whence he came, grisly features sharp and reminiscent of a crow. The angular properties of his expression seem gaunt as shadows conceal part of his face. It does not take long for the creature to meet Amachi where she stands. He can see the rigidity of her body, how her looming shoulders draw forth in preparation. His own eyes narrow, a habitual nuance of battle. Ears press backwards whilst inky jowls draw upwards in one part scowl, one part snarl. "May the best fighter win." Grave words utter past, the only premonition to their spar. This should be mutual, and therefore, he feels no need to preface. He was a man of action, and soon she shall animate as well.

Strapping tendons pull his muscles into action, strengthening his stance by widening it. His tail, billowy and large, curls confidently upwards: both for challenge, but balance as well. Meanwhile, shoulders filled with heft are rolled forwards to make his body invulnerable; neck tucked tightly. They stand approximately 1 foot apart from where he came to halt in front of her, and Pharos has positioned himself so that the duo now face each other. Though he does not plan this to be a death match, the Abersenthe man was never one to take warring lightly.

He allots moments for her to respond, roughly up to a minute, it is then time for the two to engage. Pharos does well to take the first strike, hackles already risen with excitement. As she is assumed to prepare herself for the attack, powerful muscles launch his body toward the female, where his left shoulder intends to strike her chest directly. It is a move, should it succeed, that would leave her gasping for air in recovery. Of course, he does not shy away from missing either: any attack upon their body is a success. Whilst suspended mid action, Pharos' talons of which are mostly dull, unsheathe in case things go awry. Otherwise, this is how he remains. Ready for impact, whether it be woman or ground.

Round 1 of 4 for Spar

DEFENSES: Eyes narrowed, ears angled back towards his skull, lips drawn upwards in a snarl. Claws 'unsheathed', shoulders rolled forwards, stance widened, tail drawn upwards for balance. Neck tucked in to protect the jugular, shoulders rolled.
ATTACK: Launches his body towards her, where his left shoulder heaves towards her chest to strike it and knock the wind out of her.
INJURIES: None sustained thus far.

– Hope this is okay! Let me know if there is any confusion. I have underlined the sentences where he sets his defenses and where he attacks.