Kirsi was intrigued at what this raid had in store for them. She'd been spending some time to focus on her own fighting skills, but admittedly she'd been quite distracted lately. It was time though to put her skills to the test in a more tangible way than just sparring with strangers. At least this fight had more at stake than.. well, practice, even if the stakes weren't very high at all. She was glad when they finally arrived, watching as Song instantly jumped into a fight.

As eager as she was to join in on a fight, she wanted to assess her opponents first before committing. Most were quick to jump into a fight - she got the hint that some wolves were familiar one another despite living so far apart, while she didn't know any of the Abaven wolves. Her gaze zeroed in on Twig after a moment, deciding she'd likely make a good opponent. In a way she reminded Kirsi of herself, both of them having remarkably similar builds.

Meeting her gaze, though not really caring if she was prepared or not, the slender woman sprung forward. She moved as quickly as she could, aiming to charge for Twig's center. At the last second she ducked and dove to her left, jaws unhinging as she aimed to grab her front right limb, hoping to tug hard to the side and send the pale woman stumbling.

Kirsi vs Twig for Dominance
Round 1 / ?
Age: Over Age 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Motif came forward, anxious and weary. She knew she wasn’t ready for this, and she wished she had had more time to prepare. But it didn’t matter, she would fight for Poem, for Theory, for Shaye and this pack. She stopped at the outskirts of the battle, tilting her head to send off a little whisper to Shaye, asking for luck and strength as she did what Shaye would have wanted of her. To fight for what she loved. She stepped closer to the fighting wolves, catching a glimpse of Theory already in her battle, and Poem, who seemed still to be searching. Motif didn’t want to wait, and risk her nerves giving out. She picked an opponent, a yearling who didn’t look too far off in age to herself. Perhaps they would be closer matched, but maybe not. Motif really didn’t have much training. “Uhh, Hi, I’m sorry” Motif murmured gently to the other wolf, before diving in and aiming to hit her taller right shoulder against the other woman’s left-side of her neck. Using her superior weight in her initial move. Motif Destruction vs Tsunami for spar Round 1/? Size: Extra large Build: Medium Companion 1: Caracal, Male - Battle Companion 1: Raven, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Long Tail - Defensive Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A "Speech"

It didn't take long for Theory to make her presence known. “Nice to see you after so long,” He watched her steadily, knowing she wasn't happy about this but unless he had chosen to give Kai back slavery, there wasn't really any other options. Shaye had been against slavery in her time, but Theory? He didn't know what her thoughts were about it. Yes, he could have made his own presence instead of sending Drifa, but he didn't really want to leave his pack lands in case Hjarrandi made a move on his pack while he was gone. ”I hope we find this to be mutually beneficial. I’m sure we’ll all learn a lot.” He raised his head as he settled into his defenses, "I guess we'll see, won't we?" Let's see how experienced this kid really is, Would she be able to prevail and lead her pack to victory? Or would she lose, proving she still had much to learn? He supposed this was a sort of test for her, after all, nothing in life could remain easy. He could see the anger in her eyes. Something he expected from her. After all, she was young. Still inexperienced as an alpha. He wondered what it would have been like if Shaye was still alive and leading the pack.

As Theory came at him, the Northern King was ready to meet her. He coiled his hind legs, ready to spring in an instant when the moment was right. His foxes had parted from his side, ready to take action at a moment's notice. His head lowered, crimson gaze peeking through the eyes of the tiger he had killed long ago, his toes flexing as the tiger claws etched themselves into the earth below his feet. He was an experienced fighter compared to most. At eight years old, his entire life revolved around fighting and doing mercenary work. While he didn't care too much about winning or losing against Abaven for the simple fact that part of his heart was still with Shaye, that didn't mean he was going to go easy.

Theory would feint to his right, a common move on her part and one he knew well since he had taught Ignis how to effectively use those kinds of moves. As she sought to grab the right side of his ruff, he whirled to somewhat face her, hind legs uncoiling then as he sprung at her, his right shoulder jutted forward as he both aimed to slam her body with his chest and sought to slam the point of his shoulder into her throat in the effort to wind her and knock her back with his greater weight. Simultaneously, his jaws opened up as he aimed to bring them down onto the side of her neck.

Acere Praetor vs Theory for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Tiger claw armor
Companion 1: Red Fox, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Red Fox, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: Knight

 speech Thought Quote

Theory was used to hardship. Her life had been one disaster after another. If she could walk through fire, if she could steer her pack to safety with Shaye's help during the eruption, if she could lose her mother... she could fight. Everything had prepared her for this moment. Fierce love for her pack and her family burned in her heart. As Poem and Motif took to the battlefield - shy Motif, who fought bravely for her family despite all she'd been through - she felt new confidence swell within her. Together they could do anything. She rode the feeling into battle like a strong tailwind. Acere swung his body towards her, but her head had already been tucked to protect her neck. With their height difference he managed to succeed in giving her a heavy blow to her head, but she absorbed it with a quick backwards stagger. She growled under her breath and shook it off. The recoil from his initial attack had pushed her just outside of his grasp. Theory was young, sure, which luckily meant she was little bit more elastic than some of the older wolves in the fray. At least he was plenty easy to see with his gaudy armor amidst the other fighters. She was pretty sure he was recognizable from miles away in that getup. This was supposed to be a friendly fight, yeah? Chuckling to herself, Theo darted forward again. It appeared as if she was going for his neck from below, but she ducked down between his front legs and aimed to grab the tiger skin that connected his armor together. If she was successful, she'd quickly back up with it grasped in her jaws, pulling it forward over his eyes to blind him and put a goofy end to the altercation. "Speech" Theory Cavaliere-Destruction vs Acere for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 yr Size: Extra large Build: Medium Companion 1: Raven, Female - Flying Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: Knight

When Abaven's alphess came tearing out of the trees, Greed couldn't help but scoff. She looked so young! He felt like he'd be impressed if she managed to pull off a win, but he knew anything could happen in a fight. While he was sure Acere was more experienced, there were always other influences that could make or break a fight. He didn't remain focused on that, however, because he was looking for his own fight now. To his delight, a fight would find him instead. A younger male would come racing towards him from the right. With a grin, Greed's hackles rose and his head tucked as he whirled around to fully meet the boy head-on, springing towards him at the last moment with his whole weight and force in an effort to pummel him with his body and send the boy flying backward. It was the least he could do, after all, since they were instructed not to maim anyone here (much to his dismay). As a result of his own movement, Desolate's teeth would miss his cheek (though he did likely still receive bruising on his own chest). His jaws opened while he moved, aiming to grasp Desolate's muzzle in his own mouth as a countermeasure. Greed Armada vs Desolate for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: White buffalo headdress Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A "Talk"

Greed saw him coming, and Desolate did not have time to adjust his approach before the other male spun on him. Their chests collided and Desolate gasped at the feeling in his lungs. Unfortunately the momentum he had from his sprint worked against him, and he knew the bruise would linger for weeks. He couldn't allow himself to get too distracted from the pain, and as his opponent's jaws widened to try and contain his muzzle Desolate ducked low. While he had many times been disadvantaged about being smaller then the wolves he sparred with, the slight difference in height this time around could allow him at least to keep his face as far from those sharp teeth as he could. He reached forward as he ducked, knowing that the adjustment would leave his scruff and neck vulnerable but preferring a grab upon either to one on his muzzle. The yearling aimed to land a bite of his own upon the wolf's fleshy upper leg, hoping if he could secure a hold and twist that he may be able to temporarily disable his opponent long enough to come out on top. Desolate Destruction vs Greed for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Healer Specialty: N/A "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

If his mouth hadn't been wide open, a big wide grin would have split his maw instead when the boy collided with him. Not a grin of malice or anything, but more at the fact he had succeeded in his first attack. As the yearling ducked down, Greed continued his assault. Instead of snapping his mouth closed and looking elsewhere for a bite, he instead chose to go for the opening that Desolate had so graciously left open for him. His jaws sought the back of Desolate's head, teeth aiming to close over either side of the base of the yearlings skull to both gain control of his head, and to potentially keep him from getting back up. As he did so, he felt teeth puncture the fleshy part of his upper leg but instead of allowing the bite to linger there, he ripped himself free by raising his front half and then sought to bring both forelegs over the yearlings shoulders (and on either side of his own head), using his own weight in an effort to shove the boy into the dirt and bringing this fight to an end. Greed ignored the pain and the warmth of the blood seeping over his foreleg thanks to the adrenaline that coursed through him. It had been too long since he had last been in a fight. While he wasn't one to go easy on anyone, he could tell this boy was inexperienced. Maybe after this fight, the youth could walk away with new knowledge. If the youth lost, the Armada male wasn't opposed to showing him a trick or two. If the youth won, then Greed would respect him as a fellow warrior. Indeed, he could see the fighting spirit despite the obvious nervousness that rolled off the boy. Greed Armada vs Desolate for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: White buffalo headdress Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A "Talk"

Void wasn’t sure how he felt about the raid, but he was eager to participate either way. When he first heard the call he found it hard to rouse himself, he didn’t really know fear and couldn’t decide where his hesitation was coming from. The mountain of a boy pushed through it and found his paws. He had trouble concentrating these days, with his mother and brother back his thoughts were usually on them. He had missed their presence and he hadn’t realized it.

He shook the sweet thoughts from his mind. Now it was time to protect them. They were weak but he was strong and he would make sure they wouldn’t have to worry about the raid. With determination the yearling made his way to the border, but he hesitated again. Uncertain of everything before himself he paused as blue and lavender eyes took in the battles before him. This was practice, but everything seemed so serious.

He managed to strike her head and she staggered back. While it wasn't his intention to smack into her head, she at least seemed to be okay for the most part. Despite the circumstances, he still felt connected to Shaye and her pack in some form. She had been his friend. He had trusted her. Perhaps more than he should have, but he did. Even during their falling out, he never stopped caring. He just had a hard time showing it. She had taught Actaea a great deal. Rhyme was his friend, too. He had taught Ignis a lot and his nephew still looked up to him. But he supposed it wasn't unusual for a former student to look up to their mentor, now was it? And in that sense, part of him would always care about this pack and the kin of Shaye & Rhyme. Even if he didn't agree with the kind of relationship the pair had, it wasn't the fault of the children. Whether Theory cared to learn the true reason behind this later, didn't matter he supposed. She could make her own assumptions about this whole ordeal, but he'd always be ready with the truth of the matter. After all of this, he'd certainly take a hard look at whether or not he did the right thing in saving Kai from slavery. Or whether it would even be worth saving anyone else in the future.

His teeth would miss her when she was pushed back, and as she attempted to go low, he started to readjust himself by preparing for an assault against him. The titan king would widen his hind legs for a better stance and just as he did so, he felt something brush against his ankles and then suddenly "Surprise!" Finn was beneath him, seemingly attempting to distract Theory with a nip to her nose. The girl had seemingly dove between his forelegs when he thought she was going to try and strike at his throat. With a grin, Acere quickly brought his torso up and sought to come down on Theory with all his weight. Despite this being a fight and the tension in the air, he was still careful not to catch her too much with the reavers he wore, and instead, aimed a bite towards her back. Do them proud, girl." He thought silently to himself as they both sought to get the upper paw on each other.

Acere Praetor vs Theory for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Tiger claw reavers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Tiger claw armor
Companion 1: Red Fox, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Red Fox, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: Knight

speech Thought Quote

Rhyme’s sharp eyes watched as the battles began to erupt around them. They seemed to be mostly good natured, no excessive blood loss yet. The once alpha was proud of the young wolves that gathered and ran head first into defending their pack. Oddly enough the old man wore a grin, he was in his element. Maybe this raid was happening for the wrong reasons but as he watched the wolves around him and felt his own heart beat excitedly he wondered if such an event was good for their pack.

The youth didn’t hesitate, Desolate was eagerly battling his opponent and his daughter fought valiantly with the opposing alpha. Poem stood proudly, looking too much like her mother as she stood adorned in Shaye’s armor. He might have felt overwhelmed with emotion a few months ago, but he could only feel pride. Even Motif appeared to help, he wasn’t sure about her confidence but he was most proud of her progress. Rhyme was honored to be blessed with such incredible daughters. Abaven would be in good paws.

His thoughts were interrupted by his name being shouted across the field. The voice was vaguely familiar and when blue and lavender eyes fell on the man Rhyme recognized him as Kai. Feeling more alive than he had in far too long Rhyme felt his defenses fall into place as the tusked man raced towards him. He had little time to react before he felt Kai’s tusks against his neck and the man’s chest slammed against him.

He responded with a groan as he felt pain blossom in his chest. Without thinking the huge Cavalier man returned Kai’s attacks. He’d aim to rear up on his rear legs and wrap his bracered arms around Kai’s shoulders. Rhyme opened his jaws and aimed to return a hold on Kai’s neck. His blood was filled with adrenaline and excitement, making him more solid in his renewed love of life.

Rhyme Cavaliere vs Kai for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Throwing knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing leg bracers
Companion 1: Northern Raven, Female - Flying
Companion 2: White Northern Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

Poem didn’t miss when the cat caught her eye, and though the creature’s bright gold eyes put the young Destruction girl on edge she felt comfortable facing the feline. She’d gotten a lot of practice training up Allen to be her partner, and the white caracal eagerly took up his place beside her. Poem felt a grin appear on her dark lips, despite the circumstances she was eager to fight and defend Abaven.

The she cat was quiet, and had Edgar not given her a warning call from above Poem might have been taken unawares. Still she couldn’t react quite fast enough to avoid damage. Natha managed to grab hold and sharp claws dug into the girl’s hide. She cried out, but adrenaline quickly overshadowed the pain. Allen leapt at Natha’s back, aiming to stick his claws into her shoulders and take a similar hold to her grip on Poem.

Poem tried to shake her off and land a good bite at the same time. Poem’s jaws opened and sought purchase on the back of Natha’s neck. She’d aim to scruff the cat and try to throw her away from their close contact.

Poem Destruction vs Natha for dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing foreleg bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing hind leg bracers
Companion 1: Northern Raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Caracal, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Twig held back for longer than Corvus did, her purple gaze taking in the opposition as he made a beeline for his own opponent. She almost missed the woman who had her gaze set on Twig, she was enjoying the show between Corvus and the Winterfell boy so much. She tore her lilac gaze from their forms and landed on the vibrant woman who was coming towards her. There was little time to appreciate Kirsi’s beauty as she leapt towards her.

The Memoire girl fell into her defenses, joints bending and her chin tucking against her chest. She bared her teeth and prepared to dodge, but Kirsi’s movements were faster than she anticipated. Twig began to move, but the other woman’s jaws scraped menacingly over her foreleg. The Abavenite cried out shortly as the skin was broken and blood drawn, but it only increased her adrenaline.

Twig returned the attack as she swirled to keep herself facing Kirsi, with teeth bared the woman opened her jaws and aimed to return the attack. Twig tried to take control of Kirsi’s scruff and at the same time use her right leg to swipe at Kirsi’s right leg and trip her up.

Autumn (Twig) Memoire vs Kirsi for dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Small
Build: Light
Defensive Battle Accessory: European badger bracers
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Natha grinned as her fangs and claws sunk into the wolf and she latched on. From her position she could not see the caracal leap for her back but she had companions of her own. Skælingr moved swiftly to intercept the caracal, leaping to attack his right side and hoping to knock the other cat out of the air before he could touch Natha.

However, the caracal wasn't the only one seeking to attack her. She felt fangs latch deeply into her scruff. Her claws were meant to cut and so when Poem pulled backward Natha inevitably lost her grip and was promptly tossed aside. Natha let out a surprised yell as she soared through the air. She managed to flip just in time to land on her feet. She felt blood seeping out of the wound which was stinging terribly. Still, she wasn't ready to give up yet. Natha bounded back over toward the wolf, seeking to slip along her right side and bite into her right knee with her claws aiming for the either side of the right thigh.

Natha Críoch vs Poem for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Other species
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Flying fox, Female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Navigator & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Success! He was rewarded with a groan from his slightly larger opponent as he collided with his chest square on. Kai was far from skilled when it came to fighting, but in general he was adept at using his body instead of his words to get his point across. His people had always been a more brutish, animalistic sort; quick to jump into fights when they needed to, whether they were serious ones or otherwise. This one was far from a serious fight. Kai had been half inclined to let out his frustrations on some unsuspecting opponent, but with Rhyme he felt like they were evenly enough matched - and the other man had already earned Kai's interest, if not his respect - so he felt less inclined to really go for blood, though he wouldn't go easy on the older man either.

He felt the pressure of Rhyme's front legs moving around his shoulders and trying to force him down. He tried to hold strong, pushing up with all his weight on his front limbs in an attempt to keep himself upright, while Rhyme aimed for the side of his neck. Fiercely he shook his head, no doubt causing injury to his flesh there, but Rhyme hadn't dug in deeply enough for him to worry about excessive blood loss. Another whip of his head tried to force one of his tusks beneath Rhyme's throat, hoping a twist of his jaw would be enough to force his head to the side, sure that the dull tip of his tusk would never penetrate his coat enough to draw blood, only to bruise if he was lucky.

Kai Jarvela vs Rhyme for Dominance
Round 2 / 2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Tusks (small) - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Advanced Navigator
Specialty: N/A

Another yearling would wind her way from the borders, and Tsunami watched as the other yearling's gaze landed on her. Tsunami paused her pacing, watching the other girl approach. She gave a quick, curt nod to the other girl's introduction. She did her best not to roll her eyes at the muttered apology. She wasn't about to be sorry for raid that was basically just glorified training, and despite not going all out for that reason she also didn't need to try to be friends with these wolves. If she was being honest, Abaven left a bad taste in the girl's mouth. The time they'd spent there wasn't exactly happy for her. Her sister may have fallen head over heels some basic male pup, Tsunami mostly only remembered feeling fearful of her mother and being desperate to be away from her. Tsunami didn't really have much time to ponder on her trauma, the other girl would charge her, slamming her shoulder into Tsunami's throat. She coughed and growled at the same time, producing a strange choking noise. Tsunami quickly flashed her right forepaw out and swept it away from herself, hoping to snag the other yearling's forelegs and maybe even take them out from under her. At the same time Tsunami craned her neck, parting her jaw to try and grab hold of the other yearling's throat, wherever was closest. Tsunami Vindictus-Praetor vs Motif for Spar Round 1/2 Age: 1 Year Size: Small Build: Light Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter "Speech"

Art by Krowul

And the winner is...

DESOLATE

GREED must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 32 99.6 33 60 DESOLATE'S total is.. 258.29 Adjusted rolls: 3.15 79.35 17 52 GREED'S total is.. 181.8

And the winner is...

ACERE

THEORY must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Adjusted rolls: 139.2 27.6 67 28.6 THEORY'S total is.. 328 Adjusted rolls: 126 98.9 40 96 ACERE'S total is.. 451.13

Poem couldn’t pay attention to the companion cats as they tussled to the side, but Allen never made it to his intended target of Natha. The Destruction girl felt the sharp sting of Natha’s attack, blood began to stain her fur. The cat cried out in surprise as Poem managed to grab hold of her opponent and thrown away from her. Poem felt a sense of satisfaction as Natha was thrown away, and even more so when she returned to battle.

The Destruction girl was ready, her joints bent and her jaws open as her ivory tail flagged behind her. She pivoted to face the attacking cat, doing her best to dodge, but Natha’s claws hit her shoulder again. Poem felt her flesh rend and she sucked in her breath. Poem would try to hit Natha back, she lifted her right paw to try and hit the she cat to the ground.

Poem Destruction vs Natha for dominance
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing foreleg bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Raven wing hind leg bracers
Companion 1: Northern Raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Caracal, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

He waited anxiously for Corvus to show up. While it may have been stupid to stand there and wait for someone specific while nearly everyone else seemed to be jumping into the fray and others stood back, he wanted to be the first to engage the earthen male. He didn't have to wait terribly long before Corvus came loping out of the forest, his red bandanna recognizable amidst the others and...what was that on his head? His gaze narrowed, lip twitching as he tried not to grin. Well well, it seemed his buddy had gotten himself all suited up, too! While he himself wore a skull helmet with antlers, Corvus was also wearing a sort of helmet with what looked to be spikes on his head. And where he wore his breastplate, Corvus had some bracers. He felt anxious. Unsure about fighting him, but as Corvus made his way towards him, there was no backing out now. Ignis waited a few moments, eyes narrowed as he prepared to brace himself. But he couldn't wait until Corvus hit him, so he waited until his friend was just a couple of strides away and the moment Corvus rose up to wrap his arms around the crimson boy, Ignis would follow suit. He widened his stance as he sought to mimic Corvus, the larger male seeking to wrap his own forelegs around Corvus' neck, too. If this were any other situation, he would consider this a hug. But under these circumstances, he supposed he couldn't call it that. Even though all he really wanted to do was hug his best friend, to reassure him that he still cared and that he didn't want to really hurt him...he didn't dare try to Bite corvus now, either. And was content for the moment to just try and wrestle each other to the ground. "I'm sorry!" He exclaimed as he tried to twist his upper body in an effort to push Corvus enough to unbalance him and get him towards the ground. Ignis Praetor vs Corvus for Dominance Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Skull helmet Defensive Battle Accessory: Bone breastplate armor Companion 1: Palm cockatoo, Male - Flying Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A "Speech"

Art by Naiterion

He overestimated himself. Well, the wound. He hadn't fought in quite some time. Since before Acapella went missing. The youth had given him a good bite and with his ripping himself from the boys grasp, had worsened the wound. As a result, there was more blood coming from it than he initially thought, and as it coated his leg, he abandoned his assault on the Abaven kid. His leg was shaky, and Greed was somewhat breathing hard from the exercise. It was a good thing they were treating this as a sort of training because while he didn't want to admit it, he was pretty rusty. He hadn't really fought since the last raid he had been in and he couldn't even quite remember how long ago that was. He stepped away from Desolate, lifting his forelimb off the ground to keep the pressure off as he turned to acknowledge the boy. "It's your win kid, you fought well. Be proud of yourself," Normally he would have just been pissed and left without a word with the promise of revenge. But this wound was partially his own fault and...well...needless to say Avalon's kids had softened his cold, dead heart a bit. "If you ever want to learn some new fighting tricks or practice, give me a call." He winked and gave a nod before heading off to find the healers. Whether or not the kid ever would seek him out was up in the air. He didn't know what Abaven would do after this, but he wasn't sure he cared either way. -EXIT- "Talk"