A tan coydog with only slightly darker brindling pads into the midst of the crowd. A crowd which, unsubtley, moves quickly away from his raggedy form. He seems to have... mange, or maybe a particularly bad infestation of fleas, because his fur is exceedingly thin in places, completely gone in others, and he has scabs from scratching. He plops down in the middle of the group to indulge in a vigorous scratching that has him nearly falling over from the strenuous scritching before flailing back to his paws. He blinks around at the wolves, then seems to pick two at complete random, Theta and Evangelos. "Hey, guys," he says, his eyes darting between the two of them in a manner that might have fit quite well on a guy selling fake Rolexes. "I heard you guys were looking to do this contest, right? Well, let's go over - " He stops again for another vigorous scratching, this time actually falling over from the intensity. He pushes himself back to his paws. "Right, right, let's... over here." He slinks over to a ring made of stones pushed into the ground in a circle. "Make sure you don't step outside of the circle. That's an automatic forfeit. Fight as long as you want to, but I'll be picking the winner. Right then, get to it," he added to Theta.

Theta stepped into the fighting ring, determination in her eyes. She had been pitted against the pup from the fight she had watched earlier. He was a bit taller than her but the height difference wasn't nearly as much as the pups her siblings had faced. She didn't bother looking out into the surrounding wolves to see if they were watching. She didn't need their support, she could win this thing all on her own. She was going to beat this wolf into submission so well that her family would have no choice but to recognize her as the most powerful Praetor.

Theta narrowed her eyes at the opposing pup, spreading her weight equally between all four paws while digging her paws into the earth below. Flattening her ears and baring her teeth at the other wolf. At this moment she was pure adrenaline and violence.

Theta took off, racing at the male. Growling as low as she could muster. As she ran at them she leaped towards their chest jaws wide open. Her goal was to grab the fur on their chest and if she was lucky the skin as well, with the idea in mind to shake her head around to cause further damage.

Theta VS Evangelos for Dominance
Round: 1/?
Size: Large (pup)
Build: Light
Fight Skill Level: Beginner

He’d done it! Somehow he had bested his opponent and Evangelos felt pride well up in his chest. Of course he won! He was the firstborn son of Philomena after all! He was sure she was proud too. Even Icon seemed pretty happy about the outcome.

“Think we’ll be able to do it again?” Evan asked his feathered companion. Though no sooner had the words left his mouth did he he get called for another match. He eagerly rushed to the ring, eyes shining as he looked over his opponent.

He arched a brow -- she didn’t seem intimidating but looks could be deceiving.

He didn’t speak, watching her. Icon on the other hand took to the air once more and circled around the pair as she awaited her chance to make a move.

The girl rushed forward and Evangelos braced himself by setting his defenses and distributing his weight.

She came head on, grabbing ahold of his chest fluff before shaking her head back and forth.

Evangelos saw the world swaying before him. He growled, attempting to dig his claws into the soil to keep him grounded as he also attempted to reach over her head and grab ahold of her neck between her fangs. If he could counter her hold somehow, maybe yank her toward him, she’d be forced to let go?

Icon fluttered in low too, aiming to rake her claws along the rump of the female pup to give her an extra bit of encouragement to release her hold.

Evangelos vs Theta for TOURNAMENT SPAR
Round 1/2
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory:
Defensive Accessory:
Companion 1: Gyrfalcon {Battle}
Companion 2:
Mutation:
Disability:
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty:

Theta's grasp landed on the male's chest fur. Her shaking didn't have the desired effect since she hadn't grabbed any skin though. Feeling the muscles in the pups' chest move she let go thus avoiding their bite and decided to take a page out of her brother's fighting book. She slid on the ground to her back and would repeatedly pump all four legs up and down in an attempt to pummel the enemy into submission. Hopefully she would inflict multiple jaw bruises. Theta however had missed the bird's presence and felt claws rake across her face. Managing to close her eyes in time she avoided being blinded but dared not open them again for fear that her vision be clouded with blood.

Theta VS Evangelos for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Size: Large (pup)
Build: Light
Fight Skill Level: Beginner

Evangelos was left winded from the attack of his opponent at the very least, whether she had wounded him or not. He was trying to regain composure as she let go, Icon letting out a cry as she raked her claws over the other pup’s face instead. That had hardly been her intended target -- she wasn’t trying to blind the poor thing temporarily or otherwise. The creature winged back overhead to swoop around to make another strike.

Evangelos however suddenly felt a flurry of paws hitting him. His opponent had slid onto her back and was pummeling him with her paws, striking his chest and jaw specifically. In an attempt to continue fighting the boy reared up and aimed to stomp his forepaws down onto her belly in between the flurry of kicks in hopes it rendered her breathless for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he was going to come out of this victorious or not but he was sure as heck gonna try!

Icon let out another cry as she dived back down too, hoping to use her presence as a distraction near the other pups face to get her to focus on her instead of the boy.

Evangelos vs Theta for TOURNAMENT SPAR
Round 2/2
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory:
Defensive Accessory:
Companion 1: Gyrfalcon {Battle}
Companion 2:
Mutation:
Disability:
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty:

And the winner is...

THETA

EVANGELOS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Theta: 276.25 Evangelos: 214.3

Now Theta was practically blind, with eyes shut tightly it was hard to get a sense of what was going on around her. She felt a paw make contact with her underbelly while she was continuing her assault. It took the breath out of her and likely made her attacks a little bit weaker but she did her best to continue. The feeling of feathers on her face did nothing to dissuade her as sight was clearly not a factor she needed to have at the time.

Hearing the judge call out that she had won she ceased her barrage and to her best efforts made her way out from under the wolf’s paw and to the outside of the ring. Blindly stumbling her way around, she was happy that she had won. Next time she saw any of her siblings she would be sure to rub it in their faces. She hoped dad would be proud.
-exit Theta-

It hurt. Evangelos relented even before the coydog called the match over, panting heavily as he glared at the she-pup. He was going to be sore… that was a dirty trick! But the girl stopped attacking and got up, blinding stumbling around as Evangelos watched her. He snorted, feeling a bit sore he’d lost. Dylas was surely not going to let him live this down. Glancing up at Icon though Evangelos tried to wipe the look of defeat off his face. He forced a smile, putting up a facade before his companion who, in reality, probably already knew the truth. With that he turned, leaving to find where Dylas was fighting and hopefully cheer his brother on.

--Exit Evangelos--