The coydog who comes to get Ashmedai and Acere is a fierce-looking ginger brindle who sweeps in with a frown to survey the pickings before indicating the two of them. He leads them to a circle of stones that mark a ring in the ground. "All right," he barks in a sharp tone. "Let's see what you idjits can do. Step out of the ring, you lose! Fail to impress me, you lose! Get a move on then! You get things started!" he adds with a gesture to Acere.

The alabaster titan had come out victorious in his previous fight. Now it was on to round two, and as he stood there and waited with his two fox cubs, it wasn't long before another coydog came to pick him and another out of the throng of wolves. Crimson gaze found the other brute, taking in the spiked harness he wore. Well well, this would be interesting. With his own armor draped over his frame and his reavers attached securely to his feet, the claws clicked against the ground as he flexed his toes. He was eager for another fight in the hope of advancing to the next round, however, he wouldn't underestimate his opponent. He had never met Ashmedai before, so he didn't know the male's abilities in a fight. He would use this tournament as an opportunity to learn in the event they came across each other in the future.

He stepped into the ring and dipped his head in greeting to Ash. "Acere Praetor." He offered his name in a manner expected for good sportsmanship. This was a tournament, after all. "Good luck," Immediately his defenses were set up. In one swift motion from years of fighting, his hackles rose, limbs bent, teeth bared and muzzle wrinkled up in a fierce snarl. Head lowered over his throat and his tail flagged out like a banner to aid him with balance. Toes splayed over the sand while claws dug into the earth for traction. He was ready.

Once again, his companions started to circle the arena as they waited for their chance to strike the moment an opening was presented to them. The silver vixen stalked clockwise while her brother went counterclockwise around the ring. With his defenses set, Ace exploded from his position as he sought to close the distance between him and his opponent. Crimson gaze peeked through the eyes of the tiger he wore as his paws ate the short distance, the beast closing in on Ash. He feigned going head on, but just when he felt he was close enough, he sought to dart to his right (Ash's left) in an effort to sweep past him to avoid his spiked harness.

Ace jutted his left shoulder forward, aiming to slam the point of it into Ash's rib cage dead center in the hope of bruising the male. Simultaneously, he aimed to slam his chest in the same general area along with that shoulder stab. While he did that, his right forepaw reached for Ash's left hind foot, the alabaster male seeking to yank it towards him. As he sought to do this, jaws flung open as he then aimed a bite upon the center of Ash's back in an effort to grip him and cause some damage.

Acere VS Ashmedai for Tournament Spar
Round: 1/?
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Accessory: Tiger pelt armor
Companion 1: Red Fox - Male (battle)
Companion 2: Red Fox - Female (battle)
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: N/A

 speech Thought Quote

Ashmedai had waited impatiently for his round. He'd start off fighting the victor of another match. As fate had it, that victor was Acere. The man strolled up, all suited up and with two foxes with him. Didn't any of these wolves know how to fight on their own, Ash wondered a little exasperatedly. At this rate, he would need to get companions just to fight off other companions. He did, however have his spiked armor, so that was a plus.

He introduced himself as Acere and Ashmedai nodded, "Ashmedai Imperialis."

As Acere's companions began to circle, Ash groaned inwardly. This had to be some form of cheating, didn't it? Then again, it would be pretty badass if he was able to take all three of them down.

Acere charged, but Ash stayed planted. As he drew near, he feigned to Ash's left. Just as he did, Ash launched himself backwards and to his left with his left shoulder out in hopes of clipping the other male in the center of his chest [counter]. He was getting close to the edge of the ring. Couldn't move back anymore. Acere's right forepaw did hook Ash's left forepaw and Ash let him, shifting his weight to his other three paws as he let his left forepaw go limp. He flashed a silly smile at the large male. Playing footsie, eh? Acere's bite sunk around the center of Ash's back, just below his shoulder blades.

The man's teeth pierced deep and Ash doubted he could shake the larger man easily. He did, however, attempt to push into him with his left shoulder in hoped of piercing Acere's flesh with his spikes. Ashmedai turned his head and sought to bite Acere's right shoulder, where the shoulder met the neck. Chomp chomp motherfucker.

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Ashmedai vs Acere for tourney
Round: 1/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced

The other male would back up, turning to his left as he sought to counter him. With a growl, Ace pivoted his hips away to bring them to a T formation with his chest lining up with the center of Ash's body. He didn't go completely unscathed, however, as the spiked harness clipped his left shoulder and left some scratches where his own armor didn't cover. He was a tad surprised when Ash's foot went limp, though he supposed it wasn't often that someone did that. Well played, He thought with hurried amusement as he replanted his foot on the ground.

Ace's teeth managed to connect, fangs digging deep into Ash's back. He tasted blood, and he was satisfied for now that his bite had landed on the other male. As Ash aimed to pierce and bite Ace, the alabaster male decided to change tactics. With his fangs still buried in the other male, Ace would vigorously shake his head in an effort to worsen the wound. Then he raised his body up as he sought to throw his right foreleg over Ash's back, seeking to dig his reavers into the man's back while his left foreleg aimed to cut down Ash's ribs on the left side while simultaneously trying to push him over/away. Ash's bite would land on the bony part of his own left shoulder, and the spikes lightly poking at him as he fought to keep Ash's porcupine ass from getting too close with them.

As he fought with Ash, his companions decided to move in. The silver vixen darted towards Ash's right hind leg as she launched herself at the ankle. She didn't very much like to bite, so she just threw herself at their opponents leg, bowling ball style! Meanwhile, the other fox charged in towards Ash's foreleg on the same side, aiming to seek his teeth into Ash's wrist and attempt to yank it out from under him, all in an effort to cause the male to lose his balance and footing and bring him down while Ace pushed from the other side. Huzzah! Teamwork!

Acere VS Ashmedai for Tournament Spar
Round: 2/2
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Accessory: Tiger pelt armor
Companion 1: Red Fox - Male (battle)
Companion 2: Red Fox - Female (battle)
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: N/A

 speech Thought Quote

Well while Acere did all the bitey, teary things, Ash struggled to break free without losing a chunk of flesh. As if to make things worse, his little mongrel companions decided they wanted to get all frisky with his right legs. Ash could have groaned. It was like fighting a pack of coyotes!

Well, Ash was always one to roll with the punches. Besides, there wasn't a rule about not squashing your opponent's companions to death, was there? With an almost maniacal smile, Ashmedai let Acere's companions hit their marks, slamming into him (the female) and grabbing and pulling his right foreleg (the male). As they did, he sought to throw his weight down and to his right. He aimed to drive his spiked shoulder into the back of the male fox with the full weight of his fall. Better move, kiddo!

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Ashmedai vs Acere for tourney
Round: 2/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced

And the winner is...

ASHMEDAI

ACERE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Acere: 240.95 Ashmedai: 278.67

- Judged with Love by Tea

The fight had taken a big turn when his foxes entered the fray. Ace realized one of them was about to be crushed beneath spiked weight, so Ace immediately released his grip and moved as fast as he could to yank the fox out of harm's way. He wasn't entirely fast enough since the other wolf still managed to land on the Fox's tail, pulling a good chunk of fur out. Finn yelped with surprise, but he at least wasn't terribly hurt.

The coydog signaled the end to the fight and named Ash the victor. Well played and well deserved, he thought. He shook out his ruffled coat and stepped back, "Well fought. I look forward to fighting you again, perhaps one on one next time eh?" With that he turned and left the ring to watch the other fights.

The flurry of movements happened all too quickly and it felt as if the coydog was calling the match before it even started. It took Ashmedai a moment to remind himself that this was a marathon, not a sprint. The matches needed to be short in order to move things along and keep everyone from being dead at the very end.

Ashmedai smiled at his victory, shaking himself free of loose fur and debris. As the fur fluffed around him, the smell of Abaven surrounded him. Oh, yeah, this guy was one of Abaven's, wasn't he? The man congratulated him and Ashmedai's smile widened.

"Acere of Abaven, huh? Well... I'll be around, so feel free to track me down."

As Acare turned away, Ashmedai did the same. He wondered if anyone was pandering drinks or snacks of some kind? He could use a refresher.