Greek Takeover

The Warlord felt his anger pouring through his veins like fire. The world was ending, the safety of his family wasn’t assured, and a challenger decided that this was the time to take action? He would remember this, he would remember it for a long time coming. He stripped himself of his shoulder spurs, and his leathers. His reindeer was at his side as he left his home. His wyrm on his back, her head just behind his skull, and his falcon in the air. Together, they made their way to the battlefield.

Basilisk arrived to find his challenger, the stink of Insomnia on his coat, and Medusa clearly on his side. She had come to the Armada not that long ago to talk alliances, a lie? Perhaps. Bas dismissed everyone around him, his attention only for the wolf who had summoned him here. That was the only thing that mattered. His family, extended now as it was, his kids. Everyone's futures depended on this moment. Generations of effort, blood, and pain. His gaze travelled to that smaller wolf who challenged him. Very well then.

He flared his tail behind him for balance, and he narrowed his eyes to slits to make them a smaller target. He flicked his ears back until they were pressed against his skull so they too were a smaller target. He raised his hackles along his spine, and dug his claws into the earth for traction. There was no time like the present. He hadn’t stopped moving since he arrived, but he picked up his pace with no intention to slow. He raced towards the other wolf, aiming to close the 10 feet of distance between them at a slightly angled approach, neither directly head-on nor perpendicular. He was moving at an angle that would ideally place him very subtly towards the right side of his opponent's front, rolling his shoulders forward to brace for the impact as he moved. He stood 15” taller than his opponent, and it was his intention to use that against the other wolf. He moved in an attempt to slam his right shoulder into Erebos’ right cheek with the force of his momentum backing the motion. He sought to use enough drive behind that movement to fracture the right zygomatic arch.

He would move his head forward seconds after he attempted the slam, seeking to reach behind Erebos’s head, aiming to grab at Erebos’ left ear at the base. His upper jaw would seek to puncture through the furred outer portion of the ear, and his lower jaw to come down into the cartilage at the inside of the ear's base. Aiming to give himself the room to pull back on the ear with his carnassials, attempting to savage as much of it as possible.

Bas’s reindeer kept trotting, attempting to move in perpendicular to Erebos’ left hind leg. Lowering his antlers as he sought to drive in his right lower tines in as deep as possible, aiming just above the stifle of the left leg where he knew he stood the greatest chance of hitting Erebos' sciatic nerve.

Basilisk vs Erebos for Pack
Round 1/2
Height: 60”
Build: Balanced

OOC: Consent given by Alo for Erebos to descend the mound and begin the fight on even ground, 10 feet apart



"Basilisk Fatalis"