Gettin' Down and Dirty

Theory was itching for a fight after Poem had returned to the Ashen Armada. The fact that she couldn't do anything about the situation at hand rankled her to no end, so the Battlefield seemed like the perfect place to vent her frustrations. The call she answered was beginning to sound familiar. When she arrived, Theo was greeted by the sight of Álarr - her cousin? Uncle? Something? They had run into each other a few times now and their last spar on the battlefield had gone in her favor... but just barely. She was interested in a rematch. Someone with skills like that was always worth fighting again.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Theory grinned, approaching him with a tight smile. She didn't hold any ill will towards him, but she found it difficult to be her easy-going self lately. Every smile felt forced. She glanced up to Alouette who had flanked her in the sky on the way here and was reassured by a distant caw. Álarr had a companion too, if she remembered correctly, or perhaps more than one. Part of her wanted to give some kind of warning but she was feeling moody and impulsive. Not every fight had to be fair, right? Without any pause, Alouette dove from the sky for Álarr's head and Theory cut around swiftly towards his right flank to try and grab hold of his neck. He was a good few inches taller than her which made for an interesting approach. It wasn't often that she skirmished with wolves that had a height advantage and she wasn't sure she liked how it felt.

Theory Cavaliere-Destruction vs Alarr for spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Raven, Female - Flying
Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Healer
Specialty: N/A