Jailbird's Free

The first moments just before a battle were always the most peaceful for the Warlord. He was born to fight, to spill blood. Quite literally, as a former slave, his parents had been chosen to produce a child with attributes the slavers approved of. It was the mostly-quiet moments, the soft sound of breath, the scratch of paws on sand as they prepared themselves. A slow, devilish smile would wind its way up his lips. Let the games begin.

To the Warlords great despair, he was accustomed to protecting certain parts of himself. There were definitely wolves he fought with, his Wife… Deathbelle’s children… that liked to go for parts of him that he would dearly regret failing to defend.

The small, quick wolf came at him, and Sirius followed his attack around, turning when bird did, and as he came in for an attack, Sirius would aim to buff him away with an attack of his own. With the intention of smacking him around the shoulder, feline claws sheathed, and knife still hiding in his arm-guard. He had no intention of truly injuring the small wolf, only seeing how he fought. He was fast, that was guaranteed, and he was already showing an inclination to fight dirty. If Sirius was able to land the blow, he would wait for the moment the man was caught off guard to pounce him. He knew the best way to neutralize a quick-legged wolf was a good blow, and push him down and keep him there. If his blow did not land, he would re-adjust his defenses and wait to see what Bird did next.

Round one of two
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Medium
Companion One: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture (plus 10%)
Companion Two: Snow Leopard (plus 10%)
Battle Accessory (Offensive): Bracers
Battle Accessory (Defensive): Bracers
Mutation 1: Fangs
Mutation 2: Claws
Fight Skill Level: Master
Specialty: Weaponsmaster