No Glory
When she arrived in the open space heavy with the scent of spars and fights both recent and old her senses were nearly overwhelmed. After pausing to take a deep breath, she lifted her head skyward to let out a long, loud howl to summon an opponent, then settled down to wait. She didn't need anything too intense, just a good spar to get her heart beating a bit.
The pale boy could feel himself getting antsy, his mother had clearly drifted from the pack and it left Torin unsure where he stood in regards to his carefully thought out plans. He needed an out, a release of some sort to help him work through his nervous energy so he could think clearly again. As much as he was sure he could get that release from challenging his father or any of his siblings a part of him longed to find new opponents, face different techniques and hopefully learn something new. So his paws drew him towards the battlefield, the ground here was was verdant and pleasing to the eye but the acrid tang of blood and sweat and adrenaline lay thick in the air and seemed to have seeped into the very earth itself. A call grabbed his attention and the boy trotted towards the challenge. A woman, smaller than himself but otherwise just as imposing appeared to be the source and he approached with marked caution. "If it was you who called for an opponent, then I am willing to oblige." |
This was fantastic, she was finally able to do what she enjoyed for a day, free of concerns about her pups or worries about the changes in her life. Now it was just anticipation that filled her mind, washing away everything else as she stood on pact dirt awaiting an opponent. She didn't have to wait terribly long, either - a pale man soon came to answer her call. Excellent. She immediately studied this opponent, ticking off mental boxes as she surveyed his appearance. He was taller, heavier, and slightly wider set than herself, though he wasn't exactly a tank. He was also clearly younger than her. "If it was you who called for an opponent, then I am willing to oblige" After taking a good look at her soon to be opponent, she would answer, tone betraying how glad she was to have someone to spar with at last, "Excellent," she began, drawing out the word as she considered the ones that would come next, "I'm not looking for anything overly intense, so no maims, but anything else is fair game." Maybe a different wolf wouldn't thrown in some tidbit about having pups to get back to, but Mara wasn't exactly one of those moms who never shut up about her kids. This was Mara time anyways. No kid talk right now. "If you accept my very loose terms then you're free to have the first move if you desire it," she tacked on, already beginning to slip into a tentative fighters stance she she'd be ready to jump right into this. MARA vs TORIN for SPAR Round 0/2 Height: 36 inches Build: Medium Notes: Lemme know if you want more than two rounds, I'm happy to do more since I need the practice. Walk. "Talk" "You" Think |
Torin nodded curtly but not rudely at her words, he agreed with her terms but felt no need to vocalize as such. He once more ran his gaze over her and was struck that she seemed a woman who was in her element here in this moment and he felt woefully under prepared. He grimaced but pushed down that self doubt. He slipped smoothly into a more defensive stance, his knees bending and tail swinging out behind him in line with his spine. Torin's head dropped so that his chin was protecting his vulnerable throat. Ears pulled back instinctively to press flat against his skull and his lips curled to show his fangs. Torin charged then, trying to close the distance between himself and the woman. His hope was to pull up just short of plowing right though her and to slam his right shoulder blade into the left side of her chest. ideally he wanted to stomp down with his front right paw on her front left one just as he collided with her form. Torin v. Mara for Spar
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As soon as he nodded she began to set her defenses for real, legs spreading out to evenly distribute her weight, toes spreading and flexing into the earth below as knees bent slightly to keep her joints loose and ready to move. Ears flicked back against her dark head as her chin tucked to protect her throat, tail sliding into position even with her spine. Lips pulled back to expose ivory fangs and eyes narrowed so they'd be better protected in the spar to come. Watching his approach as the man barreled towards her, she did her best to read his movements, taking a deep breath before coming to life and springing to action. Taking a step forward to meet the incoming opponent as well as begin building a little momentum of her own, Mara pivoted to the right as he came within a foot of her, lessening the impact as his shoulder only grazed the left side of her chest and shoulder region, off center but still enough to leave a bruise. His stomp at her paw roughly hit it's mark, his claws scratching across her dark slate paw as she attempted to drag it away and keep moving. Not letting the force of the impact to her shoulder go to waste, she used it to continue sliding to the right, haunches turning around her front half in an attempt to make herself stand parallel with him, both wolves facing the same direction with Mara on his right. Here she would keep her momentum going and try to slam her left hip into his side and ideally leave a bit of a bruise there. Next she would raise her head slightly to make up for the height difference as she made an attempt to bite at the soft tissue where his jawline met the right side of his throat, certain that if she attained the needed proximity she'd likely land some kind of hit. Despite the burning of her scratched paw she did her best to keep her weight even, Spark-like eyes coming alive with the thrill of the fight. If she could only do this for the rest of her life she'd die happy, with plenty of adrenaline in her veins to numb any pain from assorted injuries. MARA vs TORIN for SPAR Round 1/2 Height: 36 inches Build: Medium Notes: Walk. "Talk" "You" Think |