A brown long-haired coydog with black brindling and mask meanders into the crowd. One pale blue eye wanders just as lazily around his skull as he does around the crowd, while the other, brown eye does much more normal eye things. "Like, hey man," he says to all and sundry. "I guess I'm supposed to like, pick out a couple you guys and watch you like, fight and stuff? I don't know, man, that seems a little too agro for me, ya know? Like, make love, not war, man. But like, if you're sure you wanna do this I guess I'll pick some of you guys. Hey, man, how about you and you?" Its not particularly clear who he's looking at though, since his blue eye keeps wandering off in random directions as he's talking, but finally the crowd seems to unilaterally decide that he meant Asvor and Ashiel because everyone else backs away and they're left out in front. He blinks at them but if they weren't the ones he picked it seems like he decides he isn't going to be bothered too much, or he just couldn't remember who he actually did pick, because he just meandered off towards a circle of stones set into the ground in a ring. "Like, try to stay inside the circle, man, or like, maybe don't because like, The Man is just trying to keep you in a box by saying you'll lose if you step out of it, man. Everyone's a winner to me, man." He blinks at them, a moment, then suddenly adds, "Oh, right, man, like, you can go first ok?" At first it isn't quite obvious who he's talking to, when one eye was looking at each of them, but finally it's clear when his blue eye wanders towards the ground that he was actually looking at Ashiel.

You Wash Your Hands, You Come Home Clean...

Ashiel took a few moments to catch his breath before he was lead off to yet another match. Fight by fight he was getting worn down. Griff took to resting on his back as he followed the strange coydog to face off against a well built woman. Dipping his head at her he quickly set his defenses, his hackles raising, ears pinning tight to his head. Everything fell quickly into place and he steadied himself. Griff took off into the sky and began circling, acting as another set of eyes for Ashiel. Ash was to be given the first move. He nodded lightly to his opponent, feeling the need to be polite but also desiring to save his breath.

He charged straight ahead, tail twitching as if he might change direction at any moment but instead he charged forward straight and true seeking to slam the center of his chest into the lower portion of the woman's neck, seeking to knock the wind from her and also force her back with his greater weight and momentum. Just a moment before he threw his chest forward his head rotated sharply to his left, his jaws dove down seeking to gain purchase across the woman's face.He wanted his upper fangs to land to the outside of her right eye and his lower fangs to land to the outside of her left eye. He wanted to rip flesh and hoped that the bite in combination with his chest throw would rip the skin and cause bleeding that would affect her vision.

Ashiel vs Ásvor for Spar
Round 1 of ?
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: None
Defensive Accessory: None
Companion 1: Black-winged Kite (flying)
Companion 2: None
Mutation: None
Disability: None
Fight Skill Level: Expert
Specialty: None


"Talk"

And the winner is...

ASHIEL! Due to Asvor not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Ashiel's favor. Asvor must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.