Show Me Your Ways

Artorias was able to enjoy the Warlord's mirth and find humor in how the two wolves had acted like heartbroken knuckleheads the last time they'd fought. Really, both of them bore fault for what had occurred, but they had both been able to learn, grow, and bond closer with one another after that. It was one of the big catalysts that had put Artorias on this path to imitate and learn from Seer, and was a factor to why he was sitting here enjoying a meal with the Fatalis patriarch now. He glanced over the scar he'd left on Sirius' paw when he'd countered a blow with the knife. As much as he'd hated hurting the man, Art did feel a small sense of pride in his abilities with that maneuver. He hummed and nodded his head, grateful Seer had accepted his condition to not use any blades this time. Perhaps again in the future, but this fight he wanted to prove his abilities with nothing beyond fang and claw and muscle.

Once their meal was devoured, Artorias followed Sirius down to the beachfront where the sparring rings were set up. Artorias looked out over the water, listening to the lap of the surf on the shore, enjoying the feeling of the soft grainy sand between his toes. There was something about the coast and the water that Art just loved—always had, always would. It calmed him, relaxed him, helped him focus his mind. Once they arrived to the familiar training rings, he easily stepped inside behind the Warlord and took his position. He scooped a pawful of sand, letting it run between his digits while he sampled the terrain, placed it in his mind as part of his battle strategy. Sirius offered him the first move and the young wolf accepted with a grin. "Gladly."

Artorias took his position, paws shifting through the sand to find some good footing while he rolled his shoulders and aligned his head with his spine. Ears folded to his skull and eyes narrowed to focus on the large dark form of his opponent, Artorias propelled himself into battle. He rushed for Sirius, knowing the Warlord was a seasoned combat veteran and would not be an easy foe to vanquish. He would need to use all of his tricks and techniques to pull out a victory here. As he came bounding up to the larger wolf, Artorias instead kicked his heels into the sand to stop his forward momentum and leap to the Warlord's left side, aiming to dive around Sirius' side and lunge at the man's shoulder from behind with teeth and claws bared. His aim was to grab the Warlord just beneath his shoulder joint and latch on where he couldn't be reached easily in retaliation.

Artorias Sirius Carpathius vs Sirius Fatalis for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather cuirass
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Silver cross fox - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

"Artorias"