Daredevils

Artorias rolled his eyes as Kione threw his own verbal jabs at him, mostly focusing on the dire wolf's size. He simply said nothing in retort; he'd let his paws do all the talking for him. The cocky wild dog took his position at his side after a few stretches of his own, then began the countdown. Artorias rolled his shoulders and took a tensed crouching position, waiting for the mark. As soon as Kione said the word "go", Artorias was launching like a tightly coiled spring being set loose. Though his size was significantly larger than his opponent's, Artorias had spent his entire life training his agility, running, sprinting, and all the fancy footwork that came with his style of combat. Suffice to say, no one in the Hallows knew their own paws better than Artorias did.

Blue and ashen paws thundering across the walls, Artorias raced along the circuit of the wall. Kione might have had a size advantage on him, but just as the painted dog had said, this was his home turf. Artorias knew these walls like the back of his paw. He deftly dodged the broken stone jutting out in places, leaping over the cracks and gaps where stones had weathered away. At one point, just to show off a bit, Artorias veered to the side and leapt up onto the parapets on the side of the wall, running along the segments of barrier while stepping smoothly over the gaps between each segment. He focused on his breathing, his eyes laser focused on the course ahead. The dire wolf had done this numerous times over the course of his life. This would be no different—except he'd get the sweet taste of victory at the end.

Artorias vs Kione for Race
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Weaponsmaster or Scout

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"