Belle led her young niece to the battlefield, knowing it was dangerous but needing to expose the young girl to everything life might throw at her. The Klein Princess was in need of some limbering up herself. Ban hadn’t seen her aunt in action yet, and the ivory splashed she wolf was eager to put her teeth to a stranger.

She strolled upon the death clogged lands, the smell of fresh blood and gore was heavy on the air. Absently she kicked at an old skull, still half covered in fur. Magenta gaze took in their surroundings as she found an appropriate place for Banshee to observe the lesson. There was no safe place here, but she might be far enough away she wouldn’t get into the path of the dueling beasts.

When her niece was settled Belle found her position, the grass was trampled down and the earth relatively flat where she stood. She gave it her approval before tipping her head back to call out for a wolf eager to test their mettle.

Though he'd wandered a great deal since witnessing the lackluster challenge, Pyrrhic kept finding himself getting drawn back to the battlefield. He simply couldn't resist walking its grounds. There were spars to be had, fights to watch, and wolves to potentially recruit or enslave. The up and coming godling found the bloodstained field simply irresistible. It was like catnip for his restless young soul.

With Benkos trailing him, Pyrrhic made his way towards the caller. Though she was a mortal woman and he'd been unimpressed with their kind so far, he was feeling his oats and itching for a fight. She sounded confident so at least she had that going for her.

He sized Deathbelle up as he approached and was pleased to see she appeared both at ease and in prime condition. Not that long ago he'd answered a promising baritone and been disappointed to find out that the caller was a jittery, grossly overweight halfling. "If you're looking for a spar," he said cockily, a slight smirk on his lips. "I'm your man."

The man that greeted him was an impressive one, half a foot taller than herself and likely double or triple her weight. She didn’t balk however, and the corners of her lips pulled up into an amused grin. Magenta gaze watched his young form more appreciatively than she should have, and would miss his impressive companion. This was no normal loner, he held himself with the gait of one who knows their place in the world. He smelled of a pack, and she would have eaten the rotten skull she kicked earlier if he wasn’t of a high tiered rank.

”I am,” she replied in sweet tones. ”You’re perfect.” She offered approvingly with a toothy grin, mirroring his smirk. ”I’ll get your name when we’re done.” Deathbelle gave him no more warning as she sprung into action. Her hackles were suddenly raised and her ears slicked to her skull as her coiled limbs were sprung. She dashed towards his larger frame, hoping to use her lighter and faster form to attack and retreat.

The Klein woman veered to her right, aiming to do so at the last moment before crashing into her opponent. With her exposed canines she hoped to take a chuck out of his left elbow. Hopefully she might slow him down further. She wanted it to be a driveby, after a quick bite she aimed to keep running past him to avoid the brunt of his retaliation.

Deathbelle v Pyrrhic for Spar
round 1 of 2?
Build: Light
Height: Large
Skill Level: Advanced

The woman got down to business immediately which was alright with Pyrrhic. After all he was here for a fight, not a conversation. She ran at him headlong and he crouched down, ready to spring once she was within range. At the last second she veered to his left, her head lowering as she bit into his elbow. Though this wasn't what he was expecting as he was braced for impact, Pyrrhic was quick to retaliate in a way he thought would best utilize his rock solid stance.

He reached to his left as she tried to race by and sought to grab her by the back of the neck. His goal was to grab her scruff just above her shoulders and yank her backwards by it. Simultaneously he lifted his left foreleg (this was part instinct as his natural reaction to being bit was to tuck the limb in and try to remove it from harm) and forced himself to reach out in the hopes of tangling it with her legs and tripping her up.

Pyrrhic vs Deathbelle for Spar
Round One of Two
Age: Adult
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: Mandrill, Battle
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Specialty: N/A

Deathbelle was indeed tripped up by her opponent’s leg. The woman would find herself in a sudden somersault, doing her best to roll onto her shoulder and pop back up onto all fours. The movement cause Pyrrhic’s teeth to catch a bit of her right hip as she tumbled to the ground. The adrenaline covered the pain, but she would likely suffer a nice bite wound. Belle recovered and turned quickly, not wanting to let him away from her gaze.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to try the same trick twice, her mind worked quickly to find another strategy against the mammoth wolf. Belle aimed to approach from Pyrrhic’s rear, aiming to get a short running leap to scale his back. Wanting to find his scruff if her paws managed to keep her above him, jaws parted to take hold of his withers.

Deathbelle v Pyrrhic for Spar
round 2 of 2
Build: Light
Height: Large
Skill Level: Advanced

Pyrrhic was mid turn when Deathbelle jumped onto his back. Startled by this strange attack, he bucked in fright and was slow to retaliate meaningfully. When he did he dropped his left shoulder in the hopes of sliding her off onto the ground. He also twisted around into a 'C' shape and reached up over his back in the hopes of seizing her by the ankle and dragging her to the ground.

Somewhere in all of this Pyrrhic felt a stabbing pain as Deathbelle sunk her teeth into the base of his scruff. Okay, yes, it was time for her to get down now.

Casually Benkos strolled up to Pyrrhic's right side and, using one broad black hand, tried to shove Deathbelle off of Pyrrhic's back and onto the ground on Pyrrhic's left side.

Pyrrhic vs Deathbelle for Spar
Round Two of Two
Age: Adult
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: Mandrill, Battle
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

PYRRHIC

DEATHBELLE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Deathbelle: 157.49 Pyrrhic 351.1

It didn’t take long for her to be dislodged from the titan’s back, though the help was not needed from the mandrill Belle was easily knocked from her lofty position and to the earth. She landed with a quick ‘thud’ that sounded like her ego also falling. She grumbled momentarily to herself as she found her feet and dusted her white fur off. No matter the winner, though she was a little sore about it, the match had been fun. She offered the boy a smile and a quick curtsy, ”Deathbelle Ravage Klein.” She offered as she brought herself up from her bow. ”You’re quite the talented young fighter, and it's been a pleasure sparring.” Her voice was pleasant, and she meant every word. She looked forward to running into him again and repeating the experience with her as the victor.

He shook out his coat and straightened before briefly twisting around to see if he could reach the place he'd been bitten with his tongue. After finding he couldn't, Pyrrhic turned back around. He was just in time to catch the woman's smile and curtsy. Her proper gesture coupled with his win were nice little strokes to his ego and he was quick to respond in a similar fashion. He bowed low, the gesture making him feel important, then said, "Pyrrhic Abraxas, my lady. If you ever wish for a rematch I would be happy to oblige." -exit?- "Pyrrhic" "Benkos"