Finding My Feet

Álarr smirked at his brother's reply. "We'll see, dear brother." He sounded more confident then he felt for when he moved suddenly he knew the throbbing in his head would increase from its regular, somewhat ignorable, dull ache. Still, there was only one way to gain back his strength and should they be raided while recovering he would need to be able to fight through any discomfort. Álarr was pretty sure he couldn't convince any would-be raiders to take a rain check on account of his own health.

Álarr set his defenses and prepared for the battle to begin. Tyrian charged swiftly forward like a charging bison and Álarr was slow to react. He found his brothers arms around his neck. He swiftly spread his legs to maintain his balance and pushed forward hard with all for legs seeking to ram his chest into his brothers. He hoped to use his brother being up on two legs to his advantage, hoping to knock the heavier man onto his back. He was more than willing to be pulled forward if he could just land on top.

Álarr vs Tyrian for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer