Pestilence looked out over the battlefield and observed the Armada wolves carefully. She wanted to win this for the empire, but also had no interest in picking on a brand new warrior. That would be a cheap win, it wouldn't make Pestilence feel good and the defeat would only hurt another soldier's spirit. A voice caught her ear and she turned towards it, a grin lighting up her face at the sight of her would-be-opponent. "It's the kitty! I didn't know you'd joined the Armada." This would be a good fight; Natha and herself had sparred before and the cat had given her a run for her money. It was only to be expected that she'd improved as Pestilence had.

Fighting a cat was much different then fighting a wolf, and in fact it was more similar to fighting the bears that had seemed to plague the nearby areas. Rather then a bite or a bash as a wolf might deliver, Natha started with her claws flying and Pestilence struggled to dodge both. She'd chosen wrong in that split second, taking the scratch to the face but missing the claws along her chest. Pestilence gasped, tearing her face away from the dangerous paws and once she was clear of them, shoved forward once more. She aimed to catch the wrist in her mouth as it was retreating, and with her own paw she attempted to slam it down against the cat's other. If she could disable either of Natha's front paws, the fight would be much easier.

Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Natha for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers
Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

Roan waited patiently in the grass, the waiting this time was nothing compared to the moments before he’d fought the bear with Resin and Sirius. This was child's play comparatively, but he wasn’t about to underestimate their opponents. He’d fought with the young boy, Plague and had a nice set of scars to show for it. The attacking pack was no joke and this battle wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

Still, the massive warrior was ready. He lay low in the grass as the army barreled towards them. On Sirius’s call all of the Armada warriors were to their feet and searching for an opponent. Himself included. Roan raced forward, his forest green gaze peeled for a free partner.

As Venom charged towards Sirius she was plagued with emotion at the memory of their very first spar. He’d let her win, but she had only been a tiny pup back then too. Now he stood before her as the Warlord against the attacking enemy. He took off the kid gloves, as they galloped closer she knew he wouldn’t hold back against her today.

She couldn’t let him touch her. He had almost a half a foot on her when it came to height and he outweighed her by at least double if not triple. Venom had to use her superior agility against him. Just because she was light didn’t mean she couldn’t be a heavy hitter. Venom veered to the side of Sirius that Bast wasn’t on at the very last second while Poison raced up her back and aimed to leap easily from her shoulders to Sirius’s face so his vision might be obscured. The squirrel would do what squirrels do best and caused confusion.

Venom would try and duck underneath her mentor’s belly and scraped along the soft flesh with her quills as she clawed at his back feet and tried to come out on the other side of him before he could kick her. Pink and purple eyes flashed as she waited for Bast and Marshall to offer their attacks.

Venom Klein Abraxas vs Sirius for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Defensive Battle Accessory: Condor Helmet
Companion 1: Malabar Giant Squirrel, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Zee swiftly dove to the side causing Hari's bite to land on her right shoulder instead but he took it. He kept his defenses set as well as he could and as he noticed her horns coming for him he swiftly coiled his front legs, seeking to lower the front of his body down. This would have two advantages. It would allow him to press his weight more on the shoulder he was biting and hopefully maneuver him in close to disadvantage her horns. Hari did not correctly account for Zee's speed though for as he shifted her horns snagged the top of his shoulder, slicing through the flesh, the thorns catching in his fur.

Harbringr Klein vs Zee for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear claw gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Helmet
Companion 1: Japanese Macaque, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Barn Owl, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed

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

Natha grinned, finding herself even more amused by fate. Not only did she join a pack that Mortis and Tamsyn were a part of but now she discovered that the speckled pup she'd fought some time back was in an allied pack. This would be a good match!

Natha's claws struck across the yearlings face and she grinned in satisfaction at the hit but she wasn't able to retract her front paws quite fast enough as the wolf caught her wrist. Shit! She swiftly pulled the paw that had been aiming for the yearling's chest back to her, just avoiding the wolf's own paw. Natha's free forepaw swung forward again, seeking to strike the yearling's face again in hopes that she could get her other paw free.

Natha Críoch vs Pestilence for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Other species
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Flying fox, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Fleet-footed

Having successfully gained hold of the cat's wrist Pestilence intended to keep it that way, she twisted her head to try and use her strength to throw the cat off balance and hopefully tow her to the ground. While Natha would not go easily, Pestilence could do nothing to dodge the claws upon her face. Her eyes squeezed shut, her ears pinning back to her head as she fought against the pain to keep her hold. With her left paw, she blindly lifted it and pushed it into Natha. Her aim was to land it upon the right side of Natha's face and push, though with both eyes squeezed shut Pestilence had no idea where it may or may not land. She knew she wasn't going to be able to take the assault to the face much longer however, and now it was all about who would forfeit first.

Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Natha for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers
Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: Marauder

Adrenaline was pumping, but still, Resin wasn't overly excited. She was calm and collected. She was seasoned and it showed. Each paw was well placed. Each movement well thought out. Ears were tucked against her blocky skull. The woman's thick tail was ramrod straight, aiding in her balance. Her stance was wide, providing solid footing. All movements melded together in a delicate dance, but the scarred woman would never use those terms. This was war, after all.

With her slam into the woman working to force her back several steps, Resin didn't wait. The instant that her opponent raised up to wrap forelegs around her neck, the one-eyed woman planted her hind paws into the earth. Thick cords of muscle bunched and she launched herself forward, aiming to crack the woman hard in her chest. If the hit landed, it would most likely knock the wind out of her and send her flying away.



"World-breaker..."
Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.

Resin Scarpaw vs Hela for Dominance
Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 year.
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Side-striped jackal, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Side-striped jackal, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Serrated fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

A growl and a flash of white. It was all the warning she received before another yearling split away from the group and came tearing across the grass, for her. Though it happened in an instant, it was barely a surprise — the she-wolf had been watching carefully, waiting for this.

She stopped pacing and pivoted to meet him face on, her weight gathered in her hindlegs. When he lifted up to slam his paws down, she darted to his right side.

The length of his right foreleg would crash along her shoulder. Meanwhile, ears pressed flat, she would twist her head like a snake and seek to score her teeth from the soft flesh of his right armpit and down along his side as she bolted forward in a hit and run attempt. Her own foreleg would also strike out to claw at his right back ankle as she soared past him, once again putting distance between the two.


Malalia vs Plague Klein-Abraxas for Dominance
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

In flash the battle thickened. More wolves arrived as Plague's own fight carried on. The sounds of snarls and pad falls whirled around them. Plague ensured his breathing was calmed and his focus was entirely on the fight before him. - As Plague charged his opponent and aimed to encase Mala in a bear hug she reacted quickly. His front right leg managed to slam down upon her upper back but his fangs missed their purchase, snapping shut upon thin air. A grow ripped forth in response to his miss but deepened when he felt his front paws hit the ground. As all four of his paws were firmly planted on the ground again Plague ensured his weight was evenly distributed. Mala managed to quickly dig her fangs into his flesh, at his armpit as intended, as he regained his balance. The pain was a quick wake up call that forced the male to pivot in a flash. The Klein-Abraxas sought to turn his body around completely with a calculated flurry of pad falls, managing to avoid her paw swipe just barely. Digging his hind legs into the earth the male lurched forward in a sprint to chase his opponent from the rear. Plague's jaws snapped viciously as he attempted to clamp down on Mala's left hind leg, hoping to wrap fangs around the center of his tibia. Eyes were narrowed with an angled head in order to decrease the chance of debris in his eyes. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Malalia for Dominance Round 2/3 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

The fray seemed to close in around them, a blur of moving bodies, a symphony of snaps and snarls as the warriors clashed against their newfound opponents. The earth pounded rhythmically as Plague took up the chase behind her. She would've bet anything she was a quicker sprint than the male, but there simply wasn't enough space for a straight-on run for either of them. Not for long anyway.

Abruptly, Malalia slammed her forepaws into the earth and whirled around in a complete about face, pushing off with all four paws to slam into him. With her hindlegs now to the rear, Plague's jaws would slam somewhere along her upper foreleg instead. She would hunch her shoulders forward, protecting her own neck while her jaws opened wide, snapping around to wrap around the junction between his neck and lower jaw. This wasn't a hit and run. She would clamp down as hard as she could, pushing off with her hindlegs to stay in his space, if he tried to pull away. Her left foreleg would wrap around behind his right, partially to stay the limb from striking at her, partially to try and keep him there.


Malalia vs Plague Klein-Abraxas for Dominance
Round 2/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Hela tried to kee´her back legs in a firm stance, wanting to use all of her weight to make some counterbalance. Eyes remained narrowed, ears low and her hackles rose for dominate. Her tail was up for balance and wrinkles maw ready to bite. Her attack was going to get the mark but then the other rose to her feet and experience soon kicked into her. Quickly she would attempt to lower herself back to the land. As quick as she could she would attempt to kneel and wanting to use the size advantage she would use the same tactic she had used before. As she kneelt she would try to to lower herself as much as she could. And if she managed to place herself under the other, she would run forward aiming to make them lose their balance and fall into their back. Hela "Crow" Klein vs Resin for Dominance Round 3/3 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter Specialty: N/A "Speech"

It seemed between the time he lurched in for the bite and his teeth met purchase Mala was able to completely spin around. Instead of landing at her rear leg he was able to bite down upon her upper foreleg. Plague was grateful to be able to taste her blood upon his eager tongue, but was surprised at her incredible speed. Her sudden halt would also cause the male to seemingly crash into her. As Mala pressed her shoulders forward Plague would aim to press his own shoulder into her chest, the impact would induce bruising upon his own shoulder but it was welcomed. As Plague felt his enemy move her head towards his own he would let go of his opponent's foreleg and attempt to quickly move his head upward from it's downward position. His intention was to suddenly push the top of his skull into Mala's throat. If he was able to do so he hoped to cause sudden discomfort and perhaps even bruising to her throat and windpipe. He ensured his paws were firmly placed on the ground and relied on his extra height to be able to push up against the smaller female. The placement of her leg against his would likely have little impact on his desired movement. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Malalia for Dominance Round 3/3 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

Sirius was right in his element. With the wind streaming past his coat, and the sounds of his warriors around him. This was what he lived for, what they trained for. Moments like this. He was grinning from ear to ear. Marshal dipped lower in the sky, prepared to counter any moves her companions made. When the squirrel jumped at him, Sirius turned his shoulder, offering a perch there instead of his muzzle. Marshal in response would land upon his back in a well-practised move, even as the Warlord’s gait slowed to a halt.

If the awfully colourful squirrel remained on Sirius, the Vulture would aim to pluck it free. He probably wouldn’t eat it, considering it belonged to the Princess.

Venom ducked under him, and the Warlord wouldn’t try his usual trick of sitting on his opponents - her quilled back would make a rather uncomfortable cushion. Bast was waiting as she made her exit, and he grunted as Venom’s quills dug into his soft belly. He arched his back, and fell onto his coiled back legs, bringing his arms inwards in the same motion. He hoped to catch Venom in a bare hug, and hold her in the crook of his arms without pulling her back too far. He would also aim to dig both his fore-leg knives into her flesh, whether or not he was able to make his grip.

"Speech"

Sirius Fatalis vs Venom for Dominance
Round 2/2
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture - extra large - Male - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
Mutation - Offensive: Cat claws
Mutation - Offensive: Fangs
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

Daggers of pain struck her upper foreleg, but didn't last for long as her opponent released his grip. And suddenly, Plague's skull was slamming upwards. The forward lurch from pushing back on her hindlegs, as well as the displacement caused by Plague's own shoulder pressed against her chest, made sure that the move wasn't as devastating as the male had intended. The blow landed just above the junction of her throat and right shoulder rather than entirely on her windpipe. But damn if it didn't hurt, and a snarl of pain managed to slip out of her maw.

She didn't waste time. As soon as his skull made contact, she would be twisting her muzzle downwards to clamp her jaws around the base of his neck. As Plague stretched upwards to make the blow, she could more easily move her front. Malalia slid her left foreleg up and over, in an attempt to hug around his neck and secure her hold on him. Her right shoulder would rush inwards and upwards, under Plague's chin in an attempt to seal his jaws together, should he try and reach for her neck. Her hindlegs would press back firmly against the earth, pushing her against him.


Malalia vs Plague Klein-Abraxas for Dominance
Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Toxicity kept her eyes locked on Venom as they traveled. She realized her admiration for her sister stepping up as leader, as she hoped her sister realized Tox's own growth as a spiritual leader. She knew deep down she wanted- no, needed- her heir sister to be her ally. If they combined forces they could dominate not only the two packs as was their birthright, but perhaps the entirety of the mortal realm.

That all started with this raid, however. Toxicity hadn't been as keen on fighting as she explored her spiritual side, but it was a side she recognized as needing development. She was eager but cautious as she looked upon the Armada. Today would tell them a lot of things about the two packs as well as their relationship together.

Poison spent his whole life avoiding birds of prey and dodged the giant vulture’s attack on his way over Sirius’s back and to his mistress’s shoulders out the other side. He was going to have to keep his wits about him for their bumpy ride. Venom was determined not to allow Sirius to draw her blood, she only barely managed to keep out of Bast's way when Seer tried to rise up with her in his arms.

Venom took a dive, she aimed to roll onto her shoulder and use the momentum to spring back to her feet at the end of her roll. Sirius wouldn’t grab her where he meant but she could feel the kiss of his blades as shallow cuts over her ribs. If she wanted to win she needed to do so quickly, in a hail mary moment the girl aimed to leap once more at Sirius’s neck and end the battle.

Venom Klein Abraxas vs Sirius for Dominance
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Defensive Battle Accessory: Condor Helmet
Companion 1: Malabar Giant Squirrel, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

Banshee waited for more of the Ashen Wolves to arrive. Only a few more faces were shown before she decided her target. Toxiticty followed venom but seemed to pause as her comrades delved into battle. There was no time to waste. Banshee settled her defenses to prepare for a fight. Lips curled up to expose the length of her elongated fangs, lids narrowed to protect her blue eyes from debris or teeth, and ears flicked back. Banshee distributed her weight between four paws, bents her elbows and knees to lower herself slightly, and flagged out her tail for balance while mobile. Her hackles had been raised already to protect her neck and she ensured her breathing was steady before entering the fray. With little notice Banshee darted towards her opponent. Pads flexed to grip the earth with each dominating stride. The tall grass whipped against her form but Banshee was use to the feeling, this was her home after all. Banshee aimed to run at Tox head on. As distance closed she would shift her weight to her hind legs while lifting her front legs off the ground. Two front paws aimed to raise high before attempting to slam down upon Tox's upper back. The desired move was that of a bear hug. - Due to the swiftness of her charge she'd also aim for her lower chest to slam into her opponent's upper chest, even if the bear hug was not successful. - All the while, Banshee would snap her fangs to Tox's right in attempt to bite Toxicity's scruff with hopes of being the first to draw blood. Banshee Klein vs Toxicity Abraxas-Klein for Dominance Round 1/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A ""

Recluse was maybe a bit late, fashionably late if she had anything to say about it but she was there now, her new bracers tightened around her forepaws, feeling particularly proud as she stalked towards the sound of fighting, it helped to numb the dull ache of the wounds across her muzzle from her brother's damned cat. Lilith was in her usual spot, her head hoving out around the white girl's neck, tongue flicking. Cherry gaze swept over the battlefield, she spotted her sister fighting with one of their cousins and she silently prayed her sister would win, it'd be fun to get to test herself against Banshee, once she won her first fight of course. She spotted a head poking out above the grass, a young wolf she'd never seen before but that didn't matter much to her. Recluse picked up her pace, sprinting towards the male, she lowered herself in the grass a bit to try and hide her approach as she aimed to slam the whole of her weight into the male. As she ran she opened her jaws, angling her nose up, they seemed they'd be about the same height but with her slightly lowered position she hoped her mouth would be at about the height of his throat, she wanted to grab onto his throat as she tried to slam into him, ready to taste his blood! Recluse Ithuriel-Klein vs Dunkan for Dominance Round 1/? Age: 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Black-necked spitting cobra, Female - Attack Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Advanced Fighter Specialty: N/A speech think action

Art by Akage-Kitsu

Dunkan Sarcova "SATISFACTION IS RESERVED FOR THE NONCONFORMIST." Dunkan kept a close eye to the ongoing fights before him , and the more he watched the more he wanted to take part on one. This was the perfect moment in which he could learn about what a serious fight was all about and maybe test the training he had gotten until now. Despite the growing excitement, his expression remained calm. But then out of nowhere, he could feel a force colliding against his body. As the first action, he lowered his body to decrease the gravity center. His legs spread to try providing a defense against the impact. Quickly he would turn to face the attacker, who didn't waste time before trying for his throat. He pinned his ears and tail to protect his vital parts. He attempted ti turn his head a neck to a the left aiming to make their jaws take the on his neck in a less dangerous spot. Simultaneously he would try to bite on the female's own upper neck hopping to ger a firm grab. Dunkan Sarcova vs Recluse for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

Excitement coursed through him as they headed off to the neighboring Armada. Although they said this was a mock raid, it wouldn't keep him from doing his best. He followed the others to the plains, and it seemed as soon as both parties approached, the brawls began. The fur on his shoulders rose with excitement as everyone tangled up with each other, he stood there for a moment before setting eyes on the closest target to him. Unfortunately for him, even the woman he targeted was taller, and it seemed everyone was these days. Rolling his shoulders and setting his defenses, he charged towards her with the intent of ramming into her ribs like a battering ram, jaws opening too as he sought to gain purchase on the back of her right elbow. He was confident, but not over confident where he'd get cocky. He had beaten larger opponents bigger than this woman - like his half sister - so he had plenty of experience so far in dealing with them. He did well to remember this was for practice though, so he didn't go for all out vicious attacks like he had with Recluse.

Gimli Ahlberg-Klein vs Tamsyn for Dominance
Round: 1/?
Age: 1yr
Size: Small
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Norwegian forest cat, Male - Battle - Boosted
Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Navigator
Specialty: N/A