just like a one winged duck

Her response earned her a hearty laugh from Tyrian. That was exactly the kind of reaction he was hoping for; not too much complaining but a solid desire move on to better things. Better, less smelly things. "Perhaps I should have warned you in the beginning. I'm afraid the smell's going to stick with you for awhile. Could be worse, though. I'm of the opinion that goats are right up there with skunks as far as potency goes. That stink will stick with you for a season." He was only partially kidding. Goats were awfully smelly bastards. And their odor was oily and, in his opinion, the worst of all the prey species Fireside owned.

To indicate his intentions, Tyrian adopted a battle stance. He lowered his head, quirking a brow at Pestilence as he did so, widened his stance and bent his legs slightly to loosen the joints. "How about a quick spar so I can get a feel for your skill?" What he had in mind was a simple little thing. She didn't have to win or even wow him, just show him she was proficient, although certainly a high proficiency would help her in the long run. If he got the sense she deserved it, Tyrian would give her raidsman right off the bat and offer her the option of a secondary rank as well.

After a quick study of Pestilence, Tyrian leapt forward. He was going to make a couple of quick assumptions off the bat. She was a very tall woman and not a lightweight, which Tyrian took to mean - if she was as experienced as she claimed - that she would have learned to use her size to her advantage and thus be a decent grappler. So grappling was going to be one of his main focuses. He would have liked to see her against someone lighter and faster, and whose skill set would have made them more keen on using distance and speed so he could see how she fared against someone with a different fighting style, but that would have to be for another day.

Tyrian reared up on his hind legs and sought to slam his chest into the left side of Pestilence's lower neck and upper chest. Simultaneously he sought to throw his right foreleg across her shoulders in the hopes of gaining a grip. With his left foreleg he sought to reach under Pestilence and hook her right foreleg. The goal there was, after gaining a hold there, to kick backwards with the limb and hopefully yank the leg out from under her. This move combined with his chest slam would hopefully throw Pestilence over.


Tyrian versus Pestilence for Spar
Round 1 of ???
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard (n/a)