Lukina vs Pontifex [Yearling Party Fight]

Without the boundaries of a pack, it felt right to make more of an effort to mingle with others. So being invited to a party by a kestrel that swooped in from above seemed like as good a plan as any. There had been explicit instructions that companion animals not be invited to any fights, though the young prophet felt painfully aware of how alone he was whenever she left. So, he'd decided to simply park her elsewhere while he fought. In this case, night had officially fallen, and they'd all wandered away from the bonfire to set up for their brawls. Having only recently come to the realization that he wanted to pursue an interest in fighting, the violet dappled boy felt very out of his element. Facing off against a similarly sized fae, without an ounce of colour to her coat or skin, he could tell he was about to be pummeled into the ground. Well, he wouldn't learn if he never tried.

With a polite dip of his head to the pale girl, he sought to square his shoulders and arrange his limbs equidistant to one another. "I'm afraid I don't know much about fighting, I would like to apologize in advance if I accidentally hurt you more than intended." he spoke softly, his deep and gentle tones well suited to his waifish, angular body. Dark ears flattened against his skull, and his tail flagged out parallel to his spine. He'd spied on more than enough training sessions within Ashen to remember some of the methods from the warriors, though putting them into practice was another matter entirely. Baring his long, smooth fangs and lowering his head between his narrow shoulders, he took a moment to consider whether he ought to make the first move. Well, she had been kind enough to wait, so why keep her standing there?

Pushing off with his hind legs, he lunged towards her with his jaws still shut. The problem with his long fangs was that they could do some real harm, and in a friendly spar he didn't want to potentially maim someone. Thus, he would use them less for puncturing flesh and more for gouging, as he intended to do now. A slight strafe to his right would hopefully bring him up alongside Lukina, and he would tip his muzzle towards her with the intent of slashing her left flank, over the ribs and just behind the shoulder with his upper left fang. As he did so, his left forepaw would extend with the intent of bringing some of his weight down on the toes of her left hind leg- not enough to break, but enough to bruise at the very least.

Pontifex vs Lukina for Party Spar

Round 1/?

Age: 1+ year

Size: Extra large

Build: Light

Mutation 1: Sabre Fangs - Offensive

Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Beginner Fighter

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "others"