the journey calls
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Ashmedai's legs spread out, his knees bending slightly as his weight distributed evenly across his limbs. His ears pinned back and his eyes narrowed as his lips curled, scrunching his face. His tail tucked to protect his man bits and his nails dug into the ground for traction. His hackles rose as Ashmedai tucked his neck and rolled his shoulders, ready to launch his attack.
Kicking off, Ashmedai attempted to close the ten foot distance between him and his opponent. His opponent was around his size, which offered Ashmedai no advantage for high or low attacks. He would go head on. Just before launching his attack, Ashmedai stepped to his left, lifting right paw, redistributing his weight to his other three limbs. He would attempt to shove the sharper, front part of his right shoulder into the joint between the opponent's chest and left shoulder, hoping to stun him with a sharp pain. As he jutted his right shoulder forward, Ashmedai would hope to scratch his right foreleg claws down the brute's left leg from about the knee down and stomp on his paw, hopefully pinning his opponent's paw beneath his own, though he didn't hope for much damage there. Finally, Ashmedai tilted his head to his left, opening his jaws and swinging his head to his right, attempting to grip on the other male's left shoulder. His upper jaws sought to pierce the flesh of the upper back of the shoulder while his lower jaw was aimed at the lower, more meaty, deltoid section of the shoulder (along the spine of the scapula). With this, Ashmedai braced himself for the impact of his opponent's attack.
Ashmedai vs Tórnach for SPAR
Round 1/2
He set his defenses as his mother had taught him, carefully going through the list in his head as the other boy set his. He centered his weight, legs bent slightly, with his toes spread and his claws digging into the dirt. His head and tail leveled out with his spine, tail ready to balance him, and his shoulders hunched forward. His hackles bristled all along his back - an odd feeling to do so when he wasn't angry - as his ears pressed back and his blue eyes narrowed. He tucked his chin down to protect his throat, which he hoped he wouldn't really need to do but it was a good habit.
When the other boy gleefully charged forward, Tor braced himself, turning his upper body just slightly to his right to bring his left shoulder forward in order to take the blow on the side of his left shoulder midway down, and winced at the shock as a moderate bruise formed where he was hit. Distracted by too many things at once, he didn't react fast enough to avoid Ashmedai's paw as it sought to pin his paw down, and he hissed through his teeth as the claws scraped minor welts down the front of his left foreleg before mashing his left paw down, minor bruising to develop there later.
He sought to intercept Ashmedai's bite before it could touch him, aiming a bite toward Ash's right cheek in an attempt to gain a grip on Ash's face with his lower teeth seeking to hook under the other boy's lower jaw and his upper fangs aiming for the meaty part of the cheek just below Ash's right eye. (COUNTER ALERT) He shifted his balance to his hindquarters, lifting his right forepaw he attempted to reach forward around the outside of Ash's left foreleg halfway down from his elbow in an attempt to hook the leg and jerk it toward Tor. Simultaneously he sought to shove sideways and up hard with the front and side of his left shoulder against the front point of Ash's right shoulder with the intention of toppling Ash over onto his left side.
TORNACH vs ASHMEDAI for SPAR
Round 1/2
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Surreal Adravendi |
Surreal had gotten the message that Tornach had gone to the battlefield. His first spar. Her babies were old enough to fight in a real spar. She hoped he remembered all of the training she and Regulus had given him and his sister. But wait. Why not go there and cheer her younger boy on? So she had taken off after his scent with a word to Regulus and Falk, who’d been the two closest at the time, and soon, she arrived at the Field.
Her son’s large thundercloud colored frame was easy to spot, and he was already tangled with another boy of slate, charcoal and snow. She took a seat out of the way, watching her son. No matter the outcome, she’d be proud of him either way for taking the initiative to come out here and try his paw at sparring.
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As Ash drove his bite, Tornach turned and aimed to intercept with an attack of his own. The opponent's teeth would scrape down Ashmedai's right cheekbone and up his right jaw leaving moderate lacerations that ended as the boy gained half a grip on the edge of Ashmedai's right cheek. If they weren't sparring, it would have looked pretty odd with Ashmedai's face stretched out by his right cheek. Ashmedai wasn't amused, however, and winced at the pain. He felt a paw hook around his left foreleg halfway down from his elbow and pull away from Ashmedai while shoving towards Ash's left side and up. The two were close, so the force wasn't drastic, the two wolves being almost completely evenly matched. Ashmedai wouldn't topple just yet.
The boy had a plan, but he needed to be prepared. His hackles laced down his back, his tail flagging behind him for support as she struggled against the other. His weight was evenly distributed, his knees partially bent for balanced, and his toes splayed. His lips curled up, eyes narrowing, and face scrunching through the opponent's hold to further protect his bleeding face. He worked his shoulders up to protect his neck and tucked his chin as much as he could while pulling his ears tight against his skull to finish up his defenses.
With Tornach having his right paw hooked around Ash's left fore leg, Ashmedai decided to use that to his advantage. For a while, Ashmedai attempted to struggle against Tornach, then, all at once, began an assault. Ashmedai aimed to throw his full weight forward and to Tornach's right as he shifted his weight to his front paws, hoping to keep himself grounded and dig his right fore paw nails into the webbing between Tornach's left fore paw's toes. Ashmedai jutted his right shoulder forward with hopes of equaling the blow of Tornach's left shoulder, hoping to grind the foremost part of his right shoulder with the foremost part of Tornach's left shoulder, which already pressed into Ash. He turned his face against Tornach (towards Ashmedai's right) and attempted to get a grip on the right side of Tornach's lower jaw, with his upper jaws aiming to get a bite on his right jaw while his lower jaw sought the area of the neck that connected under the chin. As he stretched, he could feel Tornach's teeth pulling painfully on the right side of his face. It would hurt, but maybe it would pay off in the end. He didn't have enough momentum to topple the other boy, but maybe he could out-endurance him in locked combat.
Ashmedai vs Tornach Round 2/2 for SPAR
Releasing his hold on Ash's foreleg Tor dropped his right forepaw back to the ground to counterbalance, keeping most of his weight on his hindquarters to compensate for Ash pushing against him his weight was still evenly balanced between his right and his left. His stance he kept widened, his knees and elbows bent slightly to lower his center of gravity and his joints loose and fluid. Monotone hackles were raised, calculating blue eyes narrowed to protect them and ears flattened to his skull. He tensed the muscles in his pinned left forepaw to prevent further injury to bone or tendons, and dug the claws of his remaining three paws into the earth for grip. He brought his chin back down to cover his throat as he lowered his head once again to the level of his shoulders, blood staining the white of his chin red as it dripped thickly from his wound. His shoulders hunched forward to drive his scruff into rolls of fat and skin over his neck, and he flicked his tail down between his legs to protect it in these closer quarters.
He did not stop his motion as he allowed his defenses to resettle, instead continuing to let his body drop into a deep crouch, releasing his shoulder from Ash's push and hoping that the other boy's momentum would drive him partly over Tor's shoulders. He made no attempt to free his paw from under Ash's, instead simply pivoting around it as he let his upper body curve towards his own left side and he sought to use his powerful hindlegs to drive forward and up beneath Ash's chest - seeking to bring the tops of both his shoulders up under Ash's chest in something like a fireman's carry in the hopes that his forward-and-upward motion would allow the throw to slam Ash onto the ground on the other boy's right side. As he did, Tor curved his head further towards his left and attempted to bury his fangs on either side of Ash's right foreleg halfway between elbow and wrist, aiming to come in from the back of the limb with his nose to the outside of the leg and his lower jaw aiming to clamp around the inside in an attempt to gain a sturdy grip.
Other than the faint sounds of pain as he was wounded, Tornach fought with no sound, no snarls or growls, just the bright gem-blue of his eyes as they shifted constantly over his opponent in complete concentration, as though memorizing the fight to replay over and over after to see what lessons he could glean from it - which he was.
TORNACH vs ASHMEDAI for SPAR
Round 2/2
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Ashmedai vs Tórnach for SPAR
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Surreal Adravendi |
Her heart swelled with maternal pride as her younger son won his first real spar. Mismatched eyes shone warmly at both boys as she rose to her paws, letting her son make his offer of medical assistance before stepping close to nuzzle nis shoulder and murmer toward's his ear, "I am very proud of you, my son. Well fought." She stepped away, allowing him his dignity and surveying the young male that easily matched Tornach for height.
"You are well trained. You've both fought very well today." The praise wasn't made lightly. In a world like theirs, you needed to be able to fight and win. A smile was cast to both boys before she nodded, dipping her head and turning to leave.
-Exit unless stopped.-
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Surreal's family is allowed to crash any thread she is in, regardless of it being private or not.
He took a moment to look Ash over, walking around him and searching him with both sight and scent, but the cheek wounds did seem to be the only real wounds - he couldn't do much about bruises. Returning to Ash's head he sniffed the wounds over - "This might hurt, I'll have to clean the dirt out," he warned solemnly - and then set to cleaning them carefully while he considered what to put on them... Herbs... he didn't really know many. A bandage, but that by itself wouldn't do much but keep more dirt from getting in it and he'd need to stick it on anyway... "Honey!" he exclaimed suddenly, his licks ceasing and his mind suddenly returning to the broken-open old tree he'd passed on his way here. A bear had been at it and opened up an old bee hive with the bees long gone but the old honey still there, and if he remembered the scent correctly there'd still been a bit left the bear hadn't eaten. Hopefully the bear hadn't come back...
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic