In the few days he had given Dea to settle, he had not forgotten about the dangerous woman, or his trepidation about allowing her back into the pack. He feared she would be a apoision to the Empress he loved, however he respected her orders above his fears. He would manage them, and manage her, and ensure the safety of Deathbelle. He went searching for the woman, making his way to the den she had chosen after settling here. He knew exactly where it was, after all he had kept a close eye on her in between his duties and training sessions with the little ones. He found her at the den, and let out a soft ‘woof’ to alert her to his presence. “Dea” he said, as he contemplated her. He had already decided he was going to be near by the woman often, so she was going to have to get accustomed to his presence. “Would you join me for a spar?” it was an invite, but only just. "Speech"

Dea watched her children closely in the days that passed since they had been ushered back to Ashen. Thankfully she had been given mostly to solitude, though she never got the scent of Sirius out of her nose. The male seemed to devote a pretty big chunk of time to watching her, a fact that made the devil smile secretly. Today, it seemed, she would be given a visit. It didn't bother her that he knew where she was, it was the way she wanted it. That he felt the need to watch her at all gave her a personal sense of pride. It was good he knew she was dangerous, and it felt good to be seen. A subtle announcement meant Sirius was nearby, and Dea made her way out of her den as he began to speak. He wished to spar with her, and she needed to brush up on her skills anyway. The last fights she had been in had been a few years ago, the first against an Abraxas seeking a goddess for a slave. The other had been against a pink and green-eyed girl who had decided to talk shit about Archon when he helped keep Abaven afloat. It was high time she whipped herself into shape, after all, she still had her whelping bodice.

She gave a half-hearted smile, trying to be courteous. The tension was evident in her frame, though she hid it well, and she moved out of the den mouth. There was no excitement to her, only anticipation, the reputation of Sirius was well known in Ashen. Would he use it as an excuse to dispatch her?  "Lead the way, I guess." Dea tried to separate her feelings away from the situation at hand, she would have to keep her cards close to her chest. Unsure of what to expect, Dea would follow Sirius to a more appropriate sparring ground.

OOC note: <3 Ha, this will get better, I am distracted XDD
- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought!' - -

Sirius nodded his head at the woman, saying nothing more as he turned and lead her from her den. He had anticipated resistance, and was pleased to see that she understood the inevitability of his request. Once he arrived at the arena he had set up in Redwater rocks - a circle area cleared of debris made a mostly flat surface, perfect for casual sparring - he would take his place inside of it. He took a ready stance, and waited for Dea to set herself across from him. He gave her a moment to assess her surroundings and commit them to memory, before he began. He moved towards the smaller wolf, and aimed to swipe his right forepaw, angled to bring out the hidden knife concealed in the bracer there, in an attempt to slash at her skin above her knee. His fangs would go for the scruff of her neck, angled at her right side. His elongated fangs parted before they moved to clamp onto their desired destination. Round one of ? Size: Dire Wolf Build: Medium Companion One: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture (plus 10%) Companion Two: Snow Leopard (plus 10%) Battle Accessory (Offensive): Bracers Battle Accessory (Defensive): Bracers Mutation 1: Fangs Mutation 2: Claws Fight Skill Level: Master Specialty: Weaponsmaster "Speech"

Dea followed silently, staying just to the side of his left hip. As they walked, she sized him up. Only a few inches taller than herself, Dea was unharried by the size difference. It was the wall of solid muscle and saber fangs she worried over, and how to stay out of the way of them. She would have to be quick, smart, and punch just as hard as Sirius did. Her bitterness over being dragged back where she truly didn't belong was still there, but as this was a spar and not a fight for her freedom, Dea stuffed the feeling back. There was a reluctance to her, but it had nothing to do with being called out to spar. It pertained to the fact that she didn't want these wolves to know the cruelty and brutality she was capable of. The demonic woman didn't want the fighters within Ashen to know the carnage she was able to inflict. Still, it would be good to stretch and work off some of her grief.

The pair made their way to an area that seemed to be cleaned up specifically for such spars, and Dea guessed that was where he trained. It put her at a disadvantage to not know the place, but her pink gaze swallowed everything they could about it. Just as they had with her opponent, her eyes scanned over every visible inch and she laid out a rough and flexible strategy. While she wasn't particularly fond of Sirius, she supposed his dedication was something to be admired. The bucktoothed male had definitely worked tirelessly to clear the debris out of the arena ring and make sure the area he used was flat. To be honest, she wasn't sure how training in only flat terrain would help the wolves of Ashen. There were all types of land, maybe she would bring this up later. Or keep it in mind for herself.

When she was ready, Dea watched Sirius, and prepared herself to move in response to anything. A cold focus came over her and she sought to square his gaze with her own, watching as he moved toward her. There was barely time to adjust before he was moving. Just in time she saw the glint of a knife as he swiped at her, Dea gave a growl as she leaped reflexively to her left. His swipe at her legs only succeeded in making her evade more effective, though she had felt the breeze from the blow. Had it not been for the knife, Sirius may have had her skin between his teeth where she would have been in trouble, instead, the hair on her neck would probably only tickle his gums as he sought purchase on her scruff.

Just as he reached for her, Dea also reached for him, angling her head to her right and aiming to snap her teeth at the right side of his muzzle with a quick bite. Simultaneously, she twisted her body in an attempt to become parallel with Sirius while her teeth sought to grasp just behind and slightly below his right ear as she moved. The aim was to shake her head as she grasped him, rising up slightly to give her a little extra power. She wanted him to bleed first. Dea was eager to see how he would handle her counterattacks and made sure to keep her eyes on him. If he was willing to spar with her while hiding knives he could be hiding anything.

Dea Andromeda Asmodeus vs Sirius for Spar
Round one of three?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: none
Defensive Accessory: none
Companion 1: none
Companion 2: none
Mutation: none
Disability: none
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: None
OOC note: Lemme know if there is a problem with anything!
- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought!' - -

His attacks missed as she pushed herself free of his range, and his fangs clamped over air with an audible click. The fight had begun in earnest, and the titans blood was up. He gave her a lazy grin, already enjoying the exercise, and the thrill of fighting with someone unfamiliar to him. As she placed herself paralel to him, and her fangs went for the side of his muzzle, he would aim to smack his head hard against her incoming teeth, and scrap his fans across the side of her own muzzle if he was able to fend off her blow with his jarring hit. His shoulder moved to slam into her side, in an attempt to use his superior weight and height against her as he moved in a downwards motion that aimed to crumble the balance behind her leg Round 2/3 Size: Dire Wolf Build: Medium Companion One: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture (plus 10%) Companion Two: Snow Leopard (plus 10%) Battle Accessory (Offensive): Bracers Battle Accessory (Defensive): Bracers Mutation 1: Fangs Mutation 2: Claws Fight Skill Level: Master Specialty: Weaponsmaster "Speech"

It was abnormal for her to have to control herself during a spar or any other fight. To chain herself to mild wounds rather than the bloodletting she so enjoyed. Perhaps, maybe, she would allow herself to fall back into more...demonic habits. After all, prey was scarce, and she had been raised on the taste of wolf. What harm would it do to thin the population? One day soon, she would be free of this place, and she could make her own rules. For now, she had to play by theirs.

Just as she moved in to bite him, Sirius made to slam his skull into her open jaws. Undeterred, Dea adjusted her aim to the sensitive cup of the taller male's right ear due to the new positioning, seeking to wrap her jaws around the appendage. The blow would jar her teeth thanks to the thick skull of the war dog, but the new position of his head was too much to resist. Still, the male shifted his weight and Dea moved accordingly. Hopefully, still gripping the male's ear, Dea would seek to use the large wolf's weight against him as he tipped his shoulder down in an attempt to slam into her.

The Asmodian would pull him to the ground, if allowed that hold on his ear. There her real work would begin, and she hoped he thought she had forgotten his knife. If he were on the ground, she would be behind him, by his back to keep her footing. This was her plan, anyway.

Dea Andromeda Asmodeus vs Sirius for Spar
Round two of three
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: none
Defensive Accessory: none
Companion 1: none
Companion 2: none
Mutation: none
Disability: none
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: None
OOC note: Lemme know if there is a problem with anything!
- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought!' - -

He felt her teeth clench about his ear, and he hoped he rattled her brain about with the impact of his collision. She tried to pull him to the ground, as through mere pain would get him to respond when sheer brute force couldn’t work for the smaller wolf. She would be sorely disappointed as he refused to budge. She would just about have to rip his ear clean off if she truly desired her result. Here was hoping to hoping she lost her grip before then. He pulled back his head as much as he could in this situation, and aimed to graze his teeth across her cheek. His leg he twisted in an attempt to knick her with his hidden knife, even as he rose a paw and attempted to scrape her with his unusually sharp claws. Sirius fought like a wild thing, accustomed to throwing about his weight, and surprising his opponents with his arsenal of weapons. Round 3/3 Size: Dire Wolf Build: Medium Companion One: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture (plus 10%) Companion Two: Snow Leopard (plus 10%) Battle Accessory (Offensive): Bracers Battle Accessory (Defensive): Bracers Mutation 1: Fangs Mutation 2: Claws Fight Skill Level: Master Specialty: Weaponsmaster "Speech"