when he takes your throne

The knight did not have to wait long as a grey wolf in color approach, a fae looking for a spar who challenged him. A small smile tugged its wait onto her muzzle as he watched her set her defenses as he set his own.


His defenses had remained the same with a few adjustments as his eyes narrowed the slightest bit against the wind and his muscles tensed. His legs were equally spread out from his body to keep his center of gravity lowered as his scruff was bunched up as he lowered his head and pulled his shoulders to roll forward in an attempt to protect the vitals he knew to be in his neck. His toes were spread to help with his balance as he dug his toes into the ground to further the effort and his fur bristled along his spine. His ears became pinned back against his skull and he watched her carefully as she launched her attack. She was faster than him but he was willing to convince himself that he was stronger than her. She rushed forward as he pulled off to his right, her attack to hit their shoulders barely hitting. It send a wave of pain through his shoulder. It wasn't bad but it would leave a small bruise, roughly 1 centimeter in diameter for him to remember her by.


With his move to the right by just a matter of 3 inches, her attempt to bite his front left leg missing the skin but grazing the fur by a matter of a centimeter at most. He winced as she caught onto his back leg, an immense pain at the snapping as he pulled forward and turned to give a parry in return. The pain in his back leg would not give him scarring but he would have two small puncture wounds that were 2 centimeters in diameter that would heal to leave no trace. It hurt to put too much pressure on it, but he would not need to apply that much pressure when fighting or doing everyday activities. Perhaps a small wince of pain would course through him when using his back legs to rise but nothing else.


He rushed at her in the direction she was facing after adjusting himself appropriately to get to that position with his own tricks up his sleeve as he aimed to take his muzzle and catch her scruff from the right in a rather shallow area (so his teeth, if the attack was to hit, would not go deep into the scruff close to the neck) where it would not do her too much harm (as this was a spar, not a death match or something of the sorts) so he could give it a shake. He would not remain still for long, his battle instincts kicking in as he aimed to to take his front left paw, the one that the woman had not hit, and hit her shoulder towards her center in an attempt to knock her off balance or at the very least shake her a bit. His back was arched the slightest bit in an attempt to intimidate her as he kept his eyes on his opponent at all times.


Round 1 of 3
Injuries: Puncture wounds on his back left leg, 2 of them, roughly 2 centimeters in diameter.


Defenses: Narrowed eyes, muscles tensed, legs equally spread to lower center of gravity, toes spread for balance, head down, scruff bunched up, shoulders forward, toes digging into dirt, ears back, hackles raised, fur bristling.


Reaction to Athena's attacks: Shifted to the right by 3 inches to avoid the attack to his front leg and and he attempted to avoid the other two but failed.


Attempted Attacks: Scruff bite (shallow) + scruff shake, front left paw aimed to hit her shoulder towards her to knock her off balance or shake her stature, attempting to intimidate her by arching back slightly.