Noemi vs Ashiel

Activity bustled around him as Ashiel stared stoically ahead. He hadn't really know what to think when the scrappy little creatures came to Risen telling them of a great tournament. His first inclination was to suggest they remove the tail of the messenger and send them packing. It'd seemed like a scam of some sort but lo and behold they little wretches had actually managed to get all the packs of the continent for a tournament. For inferior beings he was definitely impressed. This was an excellent change to scope out the skills of the mortal warriors that inhabited Boreas. There were new pack scents and Ashiel had no doubt things had changed since the last Abraxas invasion.

Griff took to the air as a scrappy little coydog approached him and a spritely yearling. The coydog struggled to speak and when Ashiel realized he was to be paired to fight against the yearling woman he cocked his head at the coydog. Surely the little beast wasn't serious? He was going to be paired against a yearling. Ashiel knew there was no point to protesting so he simply nodded and followed the coydog to the ring. He listened patiently to the rules then nodded to the woman as he was instructed to being the fight. Formalities weren't much of a concern to him but he supposed he ought to at least introduce himself. "Ashiel Abraxas." He dipped his head in greeting before preparing to start. Griff circled above the pair, surveying the fight from above.

Ashiel shifted his skull and tail to align with his spine. His chin tucked as his fur and hackles raised. He widened his stance, rolled his shoulders forward and pinned his ears to the top of his head. Eyeing the woman for a minute his claws dug into the earth and he attacked straight on. He sought to rapidly close the distance between himself and the woman. Ashiel darted to his left, curving his upper body sharply in toward his right. He attempted to slam the bony part of his right shoulder into the muscles of Noemí's upper right shoulder, seeking to bruise her and cause the muscles to strain and spasm. Simultaneously, he thrust his chest forward, hoping to collide with her right side, just behind her right shoulder. Again he hoped to bruise the woman and also hoped that with his heavier build and force he could topple her onto her side.

Ashiel's jaws opened wide as his head dove down. He sought to bite into Noemí's back, looking to get a hold of her spine, just behind her shoulder blades, with his upper fangs on the left side and his lower fangs on the right side. He wanted to tear into the trapezius muscle, seeing to sever ligaments and cause significant damage. If he could surprise her perhaps he could slower her down. With her lighter build she could dance circles around him. He needed to do what he could to limit her mobility.

Ashiel vs Noemí for Spar
Round 1 of ?
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: None
Defensive Accessory: None
Companion 1: Black-winged Kite (flying)
Companion 2: None
Mutation: None
Disability: None
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None


"Talk"