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Again, the obsidian mass found himself within the boundaries of a field of war. Blood stained the wet soil. All about him, the wintry landscape was molting into fresh greenery. A time of rebirth. Perhaps not to the male. It only should mark the beginning of a warring world between the good and the evil. To Hell, blood would be shed. Powerful stilts rippled with muscle as they beat the land, leaving small prints in the moist terra firma. Topaz gems shimmered as they scanned the world, seeking any life amongst the greenery, but he did not know what wolf lied in the darkness of the undergrowth. A scent clung to his nose, as he would hear the rustling of bushes, rather in the wind or not, his deep voice of smoke rang onto the wind, "Come out. There shall be no time for banter. You may have the first move."

Immediately, he began to embrace his defenses, to endure whatever his foe would have planned. They could be larger, or could be smaller. Faster or slower. Every tactic he had learnt in his battle against the ebony bitch, would be well-impressed into his mind by now. Even if your enemy is larger or smaller, do not underestimate them or yourself. His defenses were quickly but skillfully laid out, spreading his powerful stilts wide and driving his digits into the moist soil, raising his banner for balance. All along his spine, dark hackles rose. His core would tighten, as he lowered his skull to align with the rest of his body. Each topaz gem narrowed to a barely readable slit, to shield him from both dust and claw damage. Hidden in his thick fur, became his veldt auditories. His fangs began to bare themselves, his lips peeling and contorting into a fierce snarl of intimidation. Whatever his enemy had in store. He was ready.


HADES vs. DIONE for SPAR

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DEFENSE

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OFFENSE

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INJURIES

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