THE SAINTS WE SEE ARE ALL MADE OF GOLD;

"Speech."

Adrenaline pulsed through his veins, heart beginning to beat faster than a fleeing rabbit as his attack would land upon the ebony cloaked bitch, the sensation of blood leaking from his inky lips, as he would use his weight, to lean on the tempest, and bring her down. Against his ribcage, the bitch's sharp shoulders would drive into the skin, as if it were a spear of ice. He gave a sharp snarl, before breaking away from the bitch before she could make a move on him, but her crown had turned far to fast for him, snagging his shoulder blades, before painfully sliding down to his upper forearm. Rather than wincing, the adrenaline pulsing through him dulled the pain, but he would still close his eyes tightly to endure the scarring. Later he would feel it, but now was of utmost importance, rather than the simplicity of a wound. A paw would slam into his knee, bringing the male to retaliate, a snarl ripping from his throat. The obsidian mass would lurch to the right, aiming at the ebony bitch, to get her away from the male so he could set his defenses that he had lost, before igniting his next move.

He would square off his legs, shoulder blades locking between raised hackles. On each foot, dark digits would drive in like screws, leaving ruts in the cold dust. He would not allow one older and less agile than he to defeat the male, and she almost behaved in a fair manner. 'Time to fight dirtier.' He creased his eyebrows, narrowing burning coals to slits, vision slightly obscured. Auditories slammed shut, pinning to the crown of his, as his head would lower, to align with his now raised tail for utmost balance, as it would be of utmost importance later in his assault.

Burning coals seemed to ignite as his coiled cloak would unravel, rippling and teeming with thickly bound muscle, honed on many battles in the past, wars fought with the Olympians. With his chin tucked, and eyes bound for the ebony bitch, he gave a ferocious snarl, before careening toward her smaller bodice, in a brutal manner. He would again feign a move, this time swerving all about the ebony bitch, circling her should she not move to avoid, then jumping to the left side, to crash into her with the weight laid on his left shoulder. Should the bitch avoid his assault, he would pursue her, burning coals igniting and honing in on the ebony bitch, muscles rippling in toned stilts, before he would lunge, in attempt to grasp her scruff, and should he latch on, his crown will shake violently, to daze the bitch, and to teach her a lesson that the obsidian hellion was not to be trifled with.

HADES vs. SVANERNA for SPAR

TWO of THREE

DEFENSE

Quote:Refer to second paragraph.

OFFENSE

Quote:Feiging a move once more, circling Svanerna before using his left shoulder to collide with her, but if it misses, he will attempt to grab her scruff, and shake it violently.

INJURIES

Quote:Brusing on ribs, scarring down right foreleg, bruising on left shoulder should his attack land.