Acere vs Ashmedai

The alabaster titan had come out victorious in his previous fight. Now it was on to round two, and as he stood there and waited with his two fox cubs, it wasn't long before another coydog came to pick him and another out of the throng of wolves. Crimson gaze found the other brute, taking in the spiked harness he wore. Well well, this would be interesting. With his own armor draped over his frame and his reavers attached securely to his feet, the claws clicked against the ground as he flexed his toes. He was eager for another fight in the hope of advancing to the next round, however, he wouldn't underestimate his opponent. He had never met Ashmedai before, so he didn't know the male's abilities in a fight. He would use this tournament as an opportunity to learn in the event they came across each other in the future.

He stepped into the ring and dipped his head in greeting to Ash. "Acere Praetor." He offered his name in a manner expected for good sportsmanship. This was a tournament, after all. "Good luck," Immediately his defenses were set up. In one swift motion from years of fighting, his hackles rose, limbs bent, teeth bared and muzzle wrinkled up in a fierce snarl. Head lowered over his throat and his tail flagged out like a banner to aid him with balance. Toes splayed over the sand while claws dug into the earth for traction. He was ready.

Once again, his companions started to circle the arena as they waited for their chance to strike the moment an opening was presented to them. The silver vixen stalked clockwise while her brother went counterclockwise around the ring. With his defenses set, Ace exploded from his position as he sought to close the distance between him and his opponent. Crimson gaze peeked through the eyes of the tiger he wore as his paws ate the short distance, the beast closing in on Ash. He feigned going head on, but just when he felt he was close enough, he sought to dart to his right (Ash's left) in an effort to sweep past him to avoid his spiked harness.

Ace jutted his left shoulder forward, aiming to slam the point of it into Ash's rib cage dead center in the hope of bruising the male. Simultaneously, he aimed to slam his chest in the same general area along with that shoulder stab. While he did that, his right forepaw reached for Ash's left hind foot, the alabaster male seeking to yank it towards him. As he sought to do this, jaws flung open as he then aimed a bite upon the center of Ash's back in an effort to grip him and cause some damage.

Acere VS Ashmedai for Tournament Spar
Round: 1/?
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Accessory: Tiger pelt armor
Companion 1: Red Fox - Male (battle)
Companion 2: Red Fox - Female (battle)
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: N/A

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