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Trial Number One



Rune I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
275
player
09-07-2013, 03:29 AM
Walk | Talk | Think

The grey youth nodded as the Valhallan Beta Cormalin called aloud the rounds to their fight, frosty blue eyes fixed upon the dark wolf and making note of each minute alteration he made to his frame and stance. He had been right to assume the other to be a seasoned warrior, or at least a knowledgeable fighter. It was evident as the other readied himself, his preparations clear and precise, that he knew what he was doing, more so than Rune. But now was not the time to be phased by inexperience, not even with bystanders there to watch. Particularly with bystanders there to watch. Seeing Cormalin set himself into position and feeling that the first move would be made shortly, he let himself single in on his opponent wholly.

It was surprisingly easy to forget that there was someone watching - the arrival of Artemis not taken note of yet - as the fight commenced. Being inexperienced, Rune was not quite sure what exactly it was that he had expected, but nonetheless felt a sudden start when he saw the larger male charge in his direction. He readied as best he could, ensuring his stance to be square and ducking his head a little more definably over his neck while his ears pinned themselves to his head, a stern, almost stubborn look settling about his face. A head-on attack he had thought, but rather that continue charging straight at him the older male veered to his left, Rune taking a hasty step into a turn in order to try to keep Cormalin in his sights, tail sweeping to the right to follow along.

A growl bubbled up from the youth's throat as the black wolf lunged toward his left side, realizing that their now close proximity would make it near impossible to evade. To his eyes, that only left the option of countering. Teeth baring slightly, Rune crouched just a little lower into his stance, trying to maintain as much purchase on the ground as he could manage as the larger male's attack hit him. The force behind it was more than anticipated, causing a noticeable stumble as the youth tried to keep his footing and retain balance, tail extended rigidly outward. It was likely only by sheer luck that he hadn't been turned on his side, but merely staying upright was a far cry from victory. Adding an extra step to his unanticipated hasty retreat, he tried to give himself at least a little extra room to move, hind legs digging into the earth as he used what grasp he had to propel himself into a short forward leap, jaws parted and head turned with narrowed eyes as he tried to place a bite to Cormalin's left shoulder so long as he failed to evade it.

Round 1/4:

Attacks: Short forward lunge toward Cormalin with jaws parted to aim a bite at his left shoulder.

Defenses: Attempted squared stance, tucked ears, narrowed eyes, tail straightened outward for balance.

Injuries: Possible soreness/bruising on left side from Cormalin's lunge.