I'm Forreal!

A male approached, older, but shorter than Ashmedai. Ash would give a quick smile back to the white and crimson opponent. When the other spoke, Ashmedai was lost. He seemed to want to fight, though Ash wasn't wholly sure that this male wanted a spar. How did he know if the male was going to try to claim him or not. Now that the boy thought about it, the other smelled completely like a loner, which meant if Ash got in any real trouble, he could just call the pack. It was a low blow, sure, but his intentions in his call had been clear, so he didn't feel to worried. As the other nodded, Ashmedai began to prepare himself for the fight.

Like his mother said, defenses were always first. He worked down his body, starting by lifting his lips, narrowing his eyes, and scrunching his face in order to protect his prettiest features from getting severely damaged. Then Ashmedai tucked his chin and ears and rolled his shoulders to deflect attacks from his sensitive ears and neck. His stance widened and his knees bent as he distributed his weight evenly across his paws as he dug his claws into the ground for agility and traction. Finally, his head and tail came into alignment with his spine, his hackles raising for added fluff and protection. That was all of them right? Ashmedai hoped so.

Ashmedai kicked off, aiming to close the gap between him and his opponent. Through his inexperience, he tried to follow his mother's fight design directly. His was just a spar, so he would have to be careful not to actually hurt the other wolf too bad. He sought to close the distance, then step to his right before beginning his attacks. He opened his jaws and attempted to get a grip on Lyndvarr's lower left cheek, understanding that, because the other wolf was smaller, he would have to duck down slightly. He aimed to twist his head to his right and tilt it up as he ducked so that his upper jaw would latch just below the left cheek bone while his bottom jaw would hopefully come up just beside the left part of Lyndvarr's jaw. Being bigger, Ashmedai would try to ram up and forward into the main part of his opponent's chest with his upper left shoulder. He didn't think he could lift the brute, but maybe he could pack enough force to bruise his opponent or maybe knock the breath out of him, though that was just Ashmedai being hopeful and not really understanding how fights worked.

His mother had said to try to attack with the paws too, but Ashmedai couldn't think of how to do that in this situation, so he simply didn't try anything else as he braced himself for his opponent's attacks.

Ashmedai vs. Lyndvarr for Spar 1/2