Deluge smiled when the familiar call came, a wide smile on her face as she moved toward the raiding wolves looking for one participant in particular. It was nice to not be the one travelling for a bit of a rumble for once. The fact they'd picked the archipelago over the isle might have been telling in itself, but she supposed her mum had as much claim to it as anyone else that had ever been born here.

Dread didn't make himself easy to spot in amongst all the dark coated Armada wolves, but she thought she finally had him spotted. Turning back her ears and dropping her head enough to aim her antlers at a shoulder, she hoped she could weave her way through the chaos and catch him off guard. Maybe if she won, she'd even be so bold enough to demand a kiss for her victory.

"speech"

Deluge vs Dread for spar
Round 0/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common Gull - Male - Flying
Companion 2: Lapwing, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Muntjac Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 3: Bioluminescence - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed

Mortis couldn’t help the feeling of de javu. He had played in this territory as a child. He had made friends, and done a great deal of growing and learning here. Now, a pack that they were not aligned with owned it. There was a chance that this might be one of the last times he entered this territory. He shook off the melancholy, and sighted himself a target. The wolf he found was sulking at the edges of the battlefield. They looked young, perhaps working up the courage? Mort had every intention of being careful with the wolf he fought. He dove in, aiming to close the distance between himself and the dark wolf. It was his intention to slam his shoulder against the shorter wolfs, spreading out his wings to distract and confuse as he did so. Mortis vs Diablo for Dominance Round 1/? Age: Over 2 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle - Boosted Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Defensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Speech"

TW: mentions of PTSD symptoms

Something has turned on within her. Something great. Terrible, but great. It's something that Hazel has fought tooth and nail to handle within herself, something she's done her best to conceal. That doesn't matter. That doesn't matter now, with this red stranger, this old man. It turns something on, a switch flipping. Her control has always been tenuous at best, and this? It's so much. It is so much. Hazel loses her grip on herself. She is relentless in this moment, perhaps more than usual. Something truly wild takes her over.

More, he says. "You don't tell me what to do, old man." She snarls. It was just a raid, but it's more. There's something deeply wrong, a thing that lives in her chest. A thing that she has not dreamed of since the statues appeared and she'd cast her doubts into the fire. This is different than that, too. Different... something has come loose within Hazel. Something terrible, but great. Explosive, her crystalline fangs sink into the tender flesh of the neck. And just like that, she's fighting her old man again. Dizzying, disorienting.

Hazel met his movement, scaffolding upon the bulky stranger. She is lighter, and can only hold it for a breath. Where she is solid at first, Hazel takes a step back. Her forelegs crash to the ground, as well as the rest of her. Smashing down with as much force as she can muster, jerking backwards with a toss of her head. Hazel is making far more noise than she typically would, snarling and snapping. Something has taken hold in this moment, and she's not sure she'll be able to put that genie back in its bottle. Though she could feel the snap of his teeth, the dig of his antlers, adrenaline has done enough to dull the pain. Adrenaline, and something else.

Fuck.

"Speech"

Hazel vs Ignis for maim (scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Porcupine quill cape
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Red Panda, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Hawk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard

Dread has, on at least one occasion, been viewed as mini-Sirius. The Armada wolves create a sea of darkness, the likes of which can blot out the sun. Long shadows they cast, the creature moves as one of them. His head was high, gaze keen. Gaze ever so keen-- he needed to find her. Dread wants to be the one to take her on. Maybe it's pride, he'd lost their last last scrape. Maybe it's the fact that he knows his siblings will go harder on her. Maybe it's because he wants to touch her again. Maybe it's so he can show his dad that he'll still take this seriously. Regardless, Dread seeks Deluge.

And it seems she's sought him first. He can feel her antlers clip his shoulder, and he gives a low growl. His head tossed. Dread's head dropped, and he moved into Deluge's space with several large, intentional steps. He wouldn't be put on the ground this time, and instead moves to tangle his foreleg with hers. Trying to trip Deluge up, and trying to be as in her space as possible. Vying for control, and making quick work of it. Nowhere has the boy tried to cause pain, instead just making an effort to manhandle.

"speech"

Dread vs Deluge for dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Flail
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Attack
Companion 2: Tasmanian Devil, Female - Attack
Mutation 1: Thicker crystalline fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

His first raid hadn't gone over so well for him. Though he couldn't help but wonder if this one would go just as badly for him. That answer would come soon enough when a wolf slightly bigger than him came barreling toward him, and of course, it was just his luck that this guy had wings!? What the hell!? He had seen all sorts of things in his short life, and even he himself wasn't your average run-of-the-mill wolf. But to know that one had sprouted wings!? "Shit!" He muttered just before impact. He'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt, but he wouldn't voice it out loud. He snarled as he quickly turned his head away and down, shielding his face from the wings that loomed over him. With a growl, he reached forward with his right foreleg, aiming to grab his opponent's own foreleg with his hand and pull it toward him, his head then swinging upward as he aimed to slam his horned skull up into the underside of Mortis' jaw, his mohawk bristling then and hopefully, his attacker would get a faceful of that, too! Diablo vs Mortis for: Dominance Round: 1/2 Age: over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual "Speak"

The hard press of a body against her own sets off a spark in the mottled girls bioluminescence and she drops her height to better balance and counter the shove with her own weight. It is messy and graceless with their limbs so tangled, but she doesn't mind the closeness when it's him. Besides, she can maybe press an advantage, get close enough to whisper something obscene into his ear and catch him off guard again. Maybe she'd be better off taking a leaf out of her mother's book? It had worked on her dad after all. "Are y' sure y' aren't tired? You've been runnin' through my mind all day..." She smile disarmingly and took a swipe with her left catlike paw, only extending her claws enough to try and catch his ribs so she could reach out with the other and lock him into a hug where their chests could press close. "Sorry if I seem a little distracted. I’m jus' not really feeling myself. I’d much rather be feeling you. She lifted a brow suggestively, her back end giving a little wiggle. The rest of the raid could have started and ended around her and she wouldn't care for the outcome outside of this little spar.

"speech"

Deluge vs Dread for dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common Gull - Male - Flying
Companion 2: Lapwing, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Muntjac Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 3: Bioluminescence - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed

He can't help but break into a grin when she whispers in his ear. It's silly, really. He's struck by the silliness of it, dropping the too-serious thoughts in his head after a moment. This could be fun, if it was Deluge. He'd allow that. She wraps her arms around the boy, and Dread moved to wrap right back. He'd hold on for what he was worth, trying to maintain his grip. Yeah, that was... that worked, right? He thought so. The silly pickup lines had him chuckling softly, almost in spite of himself. Dad said this was a serious raid, but... well, it was hard.

"Hey, you dropped something," Dread spoke, trying to find an edge of seriousness through the chuckle. Trying, though his grin gave him away. The boy moved into Deluge, hoping to begin the process of sweeping her off her feet... literally, oops. "My jaw." He grinned, trying to get control over the girl, making it look real enough for anyone watching.

"speech"

Dread vs Deluge for dominance (raid)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Flail
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Attack
Companion 2: Tasmanian Devil, Female - Attack
Mutation 1: Thicker crystalline fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

Deluge was impressed when her prince quipped back with a line of his own and she matched his steps to bring their chests closer together, both using their hold to try and throw the other off balance. She opened her jaws to pull at the thick fur by his cheeks, a show at a jaw spar, if she could get in a muzzle grab, she would, but there was little malice behind it. Whoever won out in this little warm up could get serious for the next one.

They were so close to stumbling, it would probably come down to who landed on top again. She wouldn't be upset if their positions were reversed this time. She just had to get one more line, she couldn't let him have the last word. "Are y'sure y'aren't a magician? 'cause whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!"

"speech"

Deluge vs Dread for Dominance (raid)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common Gull - Male - Flying
Companion 2: Lapwing, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Muntjac Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 3: Bioluminescence - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed

Call him love sick. Call him whatever you wanted. Either way, the boy was spending most of his time out in the archipelago. Through all the girls he had met recently, there was only one he cared to come across again. Now that his father claimed the islands, he wondered if she would return. Or would the scent markers keep her away? It was her that she dreamed of that night when the Armada ascended upon the islands. Scald tossed and turned while being tucked away behind a tree and beneath some driftwood as a makeshift shelter. It was the booming call of Sirius’ challenge that awoke him. Scrambling to his paws and bumping his head in the process, he scowled out at the darkness that slowly shifted to morning light. Along the shores, the wolves emerged. Most as dark as the shadows that succumbed the rest of the island. One stuck out to him. Dark and purple. Though the stark white markings would differ from the girl of his dreams, he still couldn’t look away. She would be his first target. Waiting behind his tree for the attackers to pass by him, Scald would quietly make his way to the rear of the Armadans. Soon his pack would come as well and begin the clash. Blood and cries of triumph splattered the white sands as Scald waited for his opening. The girl was small. Easily lost within the crowd as she too seemed to wait. No one would take notice of her except for him. Good. Scald began to make his move. Paws hitting the ground and scooping sand behind him as he wove through the fighting. Running up directly behind Aris, Scald could see just how much taller he was than her. Not that it would be an easier. The smaller ones always ended up faster. Hoping to get the jump on her, he literally did jump. Lifting up as the last few feet between them closed up, he reached out his front paws to hopefully aim to grab around her waist, just in front of her thighs. If successful, he hoped that upon landing, he could grab her, twist his own slim frame from the momentum and toss her to the ground. S C A L D

Scald vs Aris for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather Gloves w/ Bear Claws
Defensive Battle Accessory: Elf ear hat
Companion 1: Female Roseate Spoonbill, 50" - Battle
Companion 2: Male Scarlet Kingsnake, 20" - Battle
Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Marauder

The appearance of Gemini and Leo works to slow the attacking Raider and Andy is able to pivot in time to deflect the other’s girl’s antlers. Even as the battle, the stranger jokes and the lavender girl cannot help but laugh. Fighting another wolf was a stressful experience, especially since she does not want to disappoint her father and pack but, with this girl is teasing her and enjoying their dance which helps Andy relax and relishing the flow of the fight.

As Raider lady flashes her a grin and teases her before tossing a wink her way, Andy tosses her head back and barks a laugh in appreciation of the pair’s time together. Looking to her opponent, she allows the girl to size her up will she quips back, “What can I say? The North likes to build them strong. Maybe you should visit it sometime.” A grin wiggles across her lips as speaks, trying to suggest that the girl needs to become stronger but also accidently flirting right back.

Defenses are quickly set as the Raider attacks again, launching at Andy without the slightest warning. Toes splay as she grips the earth once more, weight evenly disturbed as she tucks her chin and lowers her horned head. However, the Raider surprises her, dropping underneath her lowered head before coming up under her jaw. The fight is chaotic and glorious and Andy bellows a laugh at her opponent’s tactics before folding her front legs. The stranger’s antlers scrape against her jaw, opening wounds as her bite connects with Andy’s chest.

Pain blossoms like petals from her wounds but Andy fights on, folding her front legs and striking out at the girl’s scruff in the hopes of avoiding her antlers and gaining control of her head. At the same time, she angles her body in an attempt to flatten the Raider against the ground and effectively end the fight with a pin. Whatever happens, Andy is thankful that his playful girl is first ever true opponent since she finds that she is actually having fun!


"Andromeda Fatalis"

Andromeda vs Flurry for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Thorn Wrappings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Eastern Chanting Goshawk, Female - Flying [Perception]
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Female Snow Leopard, 23" - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Grippy paw pads - Agility
Mutation 3: Denser Fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

Keahi hangs back, watching the fights that break out around her and assesses the Armada’s wolves responses. Nodding to herself, the woman’s blue eyes sweep the area, landing briefly on Gilgamesh and feeling the scar on her cheek burn as the memory of their last meeting flares to life. But he is engaging Sirius so the woman continues to look over the battlefield until she finds a lone figure hanging back, watching the scene unfold much like herself. It is the old Pirate King and the red woman decides to move toward the other woman.

Paws move slowly as Keahi does not intend to attack just her… yet. Coming to a stop in front of the taller woman several feet away, the red wolf calmly calls out, “Shame that everyone else is fighting and we are left on the sidelines. What do you say Pirate King? How about a dance?” Paws spread as she settles into her defensive stance, raising her hackles and flattening her ears in preparation for the fight. But the red woman waits, allowing the fallen King the first move in this fight.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

Keahi vs Sparrow for Dominance  
Round: 0/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger and sheath
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear coat
Companion 1: Red-crowned Amazon, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Female ocelot, 17" - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Bulwark

There was no chance for a rebuttal to Sirius' retort. Instead, Gilgamesh was quickly met with a set of powerful jaws that rivaled his own. The clack of their teeth smacking together could probably be heard around the island. He dug in and braced himself against the impact. Sturdy and unmoving. Though he was slim, he wasn't weak.

In the moments when he was calculating his next move, he felt a slice of pain along the back of his ankle. A heavy paw hooked around his now open skin as he felt the tug of Sirius' grip. Instead of calling out, Gil pushes forward and continues to try and snap at Sirius' face. No matter where, he sought for purchase. Grounding himself further so his opponent couldn't topple him over. He leans in and uses all of his momentum to try and shove Sirius back enough to make him falter.

"speech"

Gilgamesh vs Sirius for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold chainmail cuirass
Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal spines - Defensive
Mutation 2: Tufted deer fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Blessed

Mortis’ lips twitched in a smile at the smaller wolf’s exclamation. It had been a while since Mortis had fought anything but predators, and he was feeling a little rusty. Add that to the fact that he was being careful with the yearling, and this fight wasn’t as intense as it could have been. As he collided with the Raider, he felt a paw hook in behind his foreleg. It skidded a couple centimeters forward before he raised it off the ground. Hoping the sudden lack of tension would unbalance Diablo. In the same instant, he ducked his head to the side in an attempt to dodge the wolf's horns. he couldn't avoid the attack fully, however, and felt them graze across his skin. He dove his wings inwards. Aiming to stab the pointed ends of his wings into each shoulder of the other wolf. Mortis vs Diablo for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 2 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle - Boosted Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Defensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Speech"

He caught a glance of Sparrow, and the sight started him so much that it almost cost him the fight. Not only had he not realised the previous Pirate King was in the modified pack, but she looked worse for wear. No time to consider it, Gil’s fangs were snapping in his face. Distracted as he was, all he could do was turn slightly to the side to avoid the worst of it. Feeling the fangs brush against his cheek.

The large Warlord would not be unbalanced so easily, however. He aimed to dig his claws further into Gil’s paw, using his opponents own body to stabilise him as the Raider King pushed heavily against him.



"Speech"

Sirius vs Gilgamesh for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

Adrenaline flooded through her veins in every second, that deeper part of herself craving pain, but this time Rivin held back… just a little. It was because of that eagerness, and her mixed thoughts lately, that she wasn't really sure what she wanted anymore. What was "right" or appropriate. She was questioning a lot of things when she should have been more focused on her fight. Maybe she would have seen the counter coming and attempted to switch gears.

The man would move before her, lowering his head and lunging to close that remaining distance. Her head jarred as their antlers connected and a snarl slipped past her lips. Pathetic… The voice inside her scoffed. She knew it was referring to her. She dug her claws into the earth, nose to nose with the stranger before her. Her head throbbed, vision swimming before her, but Rivin didn't want to back off. He would try to throw her and the dire felt had to readjust her angle in an attempt to keep their horns locked. No, she wanted him in front of her.

Reactive, and without hesitation Rivin sucked in and spit toward the male's nose. If anyone would back off, it would be him! Lark flanked one side, seeking to provide aid to Rivin should her disorientation lead into a stumble in a moment, whereas Fang did what he did best; he sought to sink his teeth into the male's foreleg on the other side of the cat.

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Rivin vs Grimoire for Raid (Dominance)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather leg wraps
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Deer Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Advanced Fighter

Bronze was patient as he watched fights break out around him. While he had no issue initiating a brawl, he wasn't the type to jump quickly into anything without fully assessing a situation. No, he'd much rather hang back and wait until a fight found him and take whatever challenge was thrown his way. He wasn't surprised when he was targeted by a yearling. The Armada has shown him that even the youngest were trained to fight and it seemed their attackers were no exception. He braced himself for the impact, keeping his weight as even as possible as they collided, legs bent slightly and head held low. He was surprised when the boy's pass came up over his shoulders. Instead of trying to shy away from the attack, he'd shift his weight forward, trying to hold strong and keep from swaying too much. As he reared up Bronze aimed to lean forward, jaws parting and hoping to grab hold of the scruff on the side of his neck. Bronze vs Calico Jack for Dominance Round 1 / 2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather foreleg bracers Skills: Advanced Fighter & Novice Hunter

Ajax couldn't say he was overly surprised that someone thought to retaliate, that eventually the Raiders would have to be the ones on the defensive. It wasn't like he was all that bothered, really, he kept to himself for the most part, wandering the beaches, staring out at the sea's horizon. The ocean was his home, but fighting was what made his heart beat in his chest, was what kept in going when his moods soured like rotten fruit. He made no effort to gallop onto the scene, took his time and rocked up to the party fashionably late. As always.

Fights were already well underway and Ajax watched them from afar as he padded along, the sand soft beneath his toes. He was making himself out to be a target, a big orange target just strolling around on the beach. And that was the point really, someone had to want to try him out for size, surely.

Basilisk broke off from the main raiding party, and stalked the outskirts. Looking for a satisfying fight to take on. All the wolves of the Raiders were small in comparison to him. They looked so… breakfable. It wasn’t until his eyes fell on a brightly coloured wolf with antlers… and what was that in his tail? That he got interested.

Stepping out of the shadows to ensure his opponent saw him before engaging, he then picked up his pace. Racing towards the short Harbinger, and aiming to collide with the other wolf. Knowing his superior size and weight would almost always outdo his opponents.

Basilisk vs Ajax for dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over one
Size: Paleo species
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Shoulder Spurs
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Faux Wings
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Miniature reindeer, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Red panda, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"

He could smell her breath. Strange that it had a certain sweetness to it. Was it because she was younger? He had never really noticed the scent of someone's breath before, but also...he'd never been this close to another, either. Not since his father and mother had died. Nose to nose, his head rattled with the clash of horn against antler, skull to skull. His vision was starting to swim. He had never really done a head-on assault like that, and he realized it wasn't the best idea. The girl was bigger and taller than he was, but it didn't stop him from trying to throw her off balance.

That is until she spits at his face. He growled in disgust as he, out of reflex, backed off and aimed to slap her head away from him with a heavy paw. He felt the teeth of another creature sink into his foreleg, earning a snarl of pain before his mini reindeer charged in with the intention of throwing the bobcat away from his master.

Grimoire vs Rivin for: Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Gauntlets w/hidden blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dragon armor
Companion 1: Finnish forest reindeer, male - battle
Companion 2: Booted Eagle, male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bear paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter

He had only managed to pull his opponents foreleg forward a bit, but not as much as he would have liked. His grip slipped off when Mortis withdrew his leg, causing Diablo to stumble and semi-lose his balance. He dove forward in an effort to at least try and hit something if he was gonna go down, mohawk bristling as he sought to collide his skull and bristles with Mortis' chest. Just in time for him to sort of dodge the wings that came at him. One of Mortis' wings glanced off his right shoulder, leaving a mild laceration while the other missed. With a snarl, Diablo reached out once more, teeth seeking the tender flesh of Mortis' armpit. He was far from a decent fighter, though still not something he'd admit. Diablo vs Mortis for: Dominance Round: 2/2 Age: over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual "Speak"