Felicien vs Acere

He was old… but certainly not ready to call it quits yet. He found his way to the battlefield and found himself surrounded by others all looking to participate in this tournament. Félicien could not remember the last time he had fought… But he was going to try and kickstart his life once more here. This was where it began again… and he would be fine, he decided, if he lost. But only if it was against a worthy opponent.

Though he was slowly losing his sight the male could still see things to a degree. Mainly larger shapes and shadows of what they really were… but that was fine. It would work.

He was chosen, or so it seemed, because everyone else moved back leaving him and another man who didn’t cower away from the coydog standing out in front. He shrugged, not able to see the wandering gaze of the other creature and therefore not affected by it.

He moved to the circle of stones and shifted into a battle stance as he gazed upon his opponent. Something was on the other male’s back, though he wasn’t sure what… it just looked like a whitish blob to him. “Félicien Desrosiers.” The man spoke his name, continuing to watch Ace.

Then the battle was on. Félicien shifted his body to the right and once Ace was close enough jumped forward, landing hard and pivoting as he dodged the main frontal assault of the male. However it was not completely successful as Acere’s left shoulder point struck his hip as Féli was turning -- undoubtedly it was going to leave a nasty bruise. As for the paw stomp, rather than hit the forepaw, Ace’s paw landing on the back paw, on the very last toe, and Félicien felt a sharp shooting pain as it landed. Not just from impact, which could have very well badly damaged the area, but also from the single claw that was digging into his skin.

Jaws also found purchase on the left side of his rump, sinking in and drawing up blood. But Félicien didn’t cave from that. What sort of mercenary would he be if he couldn’t handle a bit of pain?

Félicien snarled, righting his balance as he made his move for the less protected rear left leg of his opponent. He sought the fleshy bit between stomach and leg, to grab onto with his jaws as he twisted his head to his right. Should he manage to grab hold his upper jaw would be on the outside of his opponent’s leg while the lower jaw would be on the inside.

He also shifted his weight so he could lift his left forepaw and aimed to stomp down upon it and dig his claws down into the webbing. He also attempted to push through his opponents attacks, hoping to tear free and not only accomplish his bite but slam into his opponent’s leg and shift his balance so that it might be easier to topple him.

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Félicien versus Acere for Tournament Spar
Round: 1/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: --
Defensive Accessory: --
Companion 1: --
Companion 2: --
Mutation:
Disability: Partial Blindness
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A