The judge for this fight is a bored-looking gray brute who seems to care more about watching the other fighters paired together than he does about pairing up anyone of his own. He indicates Cassiel and Cordelia without hardly looking at them before he leads the pair off to a ring of stones set in the ground. "Stay in the ring," he grunts. "If you go out you lose. If you don't, I'll declare a winner. Get to it." He fixes the pair with a grumpy look that says more than words that he'd prefer to be assigned to anywhere but this division. "You go first," he adds in a growl to Cordelia.

Rip, tear, kill! This was no war but the spider-witch treated the tournament as if it was a war; she after all was an blood lusting beast like most of the heathens that carried her family's name.  The witch would find herself in the hordes of the tournament participants, having no description what so ever of her opponent was a little troubling. With the warriors scattering into their pairs the heathen would find her opponent right in front of her visage, hellish jaws parting together, while eyes would slowly shift for pupils to turn into those of a serpent's.slitted. Body would slowly crouch balance being given to all four of his long limbs, neck scrunching up, simultaneously his chin tucking against his chest, and her shoulders rolling forward with ease. Finishing with her tucking her ears and tail back, and also snarling for ripples of thick flesh to show upon her muzzle knowing there would be a lot of use with the jaws, after all it was a wolf's main weapon in the heat of battle and war. Her hind legs would kick him off the ground and in a straight line towards the opposing brute. She would use the stone ground to her advantage and the straight on heading was something that many would conclude as a reckless move. However, there was something else beneath the witch’s mind. As she neared Cassiel’s bod, she would shift her direction to her own left (Cassiel’s right). Her movements would be quick and agile as her parted jaws attempted to latch onto Cassiel’s right lower ribs. Her curved canines attempted to latch onto the smaller ribs and use them as a pivot point. The stone beneath her paws would serve her well as the friction was negated. Due to this, the witch would begin to slide. Her hips would attempt to move away from the possible snapping jaws of the adversary, and more into a perpendicular angle of ninety degrees against his rib cage. Regardless of where the parted jaws would connect, her cranium would snap to the right side in an attempt to rip away a piece of flesh. Cordelia vs Cassiel for DOMINANCE Round 1/? Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A Heed, and listen closely.

Cassiel wasn't particularly impressed with the coydog who picked him from the crowd for his first match, and his jaw set into a disapproving scowl as he followed him to the ring. His glower only deepened when he saw what he'd be fighting. What in the hell was that? Her tail was longer than her body! Surely she didn't expect to fight with that cumbersome deformity dragging behind her. It was madness!

But it did seem she was determined to do so, because as soon as the coydog gave her the go-ahead the slavering she-bitch was racing for him. Cass' already-prickly hackles stood on end as his muzzle writhed into a snarl of disgust, and he was quick to spring to his right even as she did, so rather than allowing her to slip by him and fasten her teeth in his ribs he set himself directly in the path of the lighter female and dug his claws in, fully ready to take the brunt of the blow against the front of his chest.

As he avoided her bite, he retaliated with his own, ducking his head and tilting it, deliberately attempting to bring his gaping jaws to close around her throat right where it met her jaw, with the intention not of crushing the windpipe or opening the veins, but rather with the intention of putting precise pressure around her throat to close off the blood flow there and leave her strangling and gasping until she passed out from depriving her brain of blood and ending the fight in his favor.


CASSIEL vs CORDELIA for TOURNAMENT SPAR
Round 1/2
Size: large
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A

Sharply, Cordelia squeezed in her neck at her right side instinctively as the other neared her side with gaping jaws, and due to her prior defences it caused Cassiel to only grab a mouthful of thick fur and flesh near the side of her neck. She felt some pain from the other having bitten her, but the grip was not tight, and with the thrust of her own pivoting, with her tail acting like a rudder and helping her to balance, Cordelia swung herself around towards her right (Cassiel's left) , muzzle a mere few inches away from the other. Without wasting any time, the spider witch launched herself two steps forward and lunged in to clamp down on the soft spots of flesh between the male's jawbone and neck, her own head kept sideways and lowered such that her skull was out of reach of Cassiel's muzzle, while one raised paw (remaining raised after her second step towards Cassiel) aimed to crush the other downwards along his ribs. Her own hindquarters dug deep into the ground, claws getting a firm grip to maintain her balance while her ears were tucked for protection and her eyes narrowed to focus.. Cordelia vs Cassiel for DOMINANCE Round 2/2 Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A Heed, and listen closely.

Without a good grip, it was pointless to continue to hold onto his opponent, so Cassiel released the meaningless hold and leaped back, putting some space between him and the odd female so her teeth could not close on his throat, and her paw merely slid along the front of his left shoulder. Sidestepping to his left he leaped forward again, aiming to slam chest and shoulder into her ribcage, hoping to use his slight weight advantage against her. His head darted forward and to his right, teeth aiming to grasp the muscles over her spine on either side of the bony center and slice them, seeking to make it too painful for her to properly gather her hindquarters beneath her.

CASSIEL vs CORDELIA for TOURNAMENT SPAR
Round 2/2
Size: large
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

CASSIEL

CORDELIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Cordelia: 175.87 Cassiel: 266.55

- Judged by Nyx