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If she was going to become a warrior, and win the competition for Reaper, she was going to need plenty of practice. Who cared if someone snuffed her face in the dirt? The more experience she had, the better chance she had of advancing within the ranks of the Armada.
So, Malalia made coming to the battlefield a regular activity. She had still yet to win a match against a fully grown wolf, but she could feel herself growing stronger, her knowledge coming together, her moves solidifying. She'd even given Sirius some wounds to remember, even though she'd lost. The yearling so wanted to make proud the man who had taken her in.
Her wolverine kit was not with her today, but her steel claws were clean and ready to move with her. She tipped back her head and howled, calling out to a challenger.
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It had been a long time since he’d come here. Aging as he was, a lot of the time after a walk as long as this, he was more or less ready for a nap. And so, he’d travelled out here a bit early. Once he’d found a reasonably well guarded, hidden spot, he’d tucked himself in and taken that nap, guarded by the two mountain lions that had been at his side since his daughter was a pup.
So, he was fresh and ready when he heard a howl for a sparring partner. The voice held that tinge of youth to it and, as he drew close enough to see the girl, he noted that she was indeed young, a yearling at most. But she held a stalwart determination to her that the crimson coated male could see from a mile off… figuratively speaking.
His eyes dropped to the steel claws, speculatively and with some interest before he smiled and stepped forward with a dip of his muzzle.
“I’d take this spar if you’re not waiting for someone younger.” There was a joke in the words, a good-natured jest at his own old age.
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Her opponent didn't keep her waiting long. She eyed the stranger's bright red coat with interest -- not orange, or reddish-brown, but a true red, the color of freshly-spilled blood. A morbid contrast, perhaps, to the glowing white woman she'd met not long ago. And too, this stranger carried the scent of Valhalla with him. Was every wolf there strangely colored?
The shock of red almost hid the fact that he was much, much older than she was; elderly, in fact. She padded forward to greet the stranger, smiling at his jest. Grandpa's got some jokes, huh? "Nah," she shook her head. "This is actually perfect. I'm tired of fighting pups. I mean, beating up on the elderly is usually frowned upon... but I'm game." A wicked grin crossed her features as she slid into a defensive stance.
First move was his.
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The former Archangel chuckled softly at her response, nodding as she slipped into her stance. Clearly, he would be the one to open.
He stood for a long moment, then slowly, leisurely took a stance, as though his old bones would creak with each movement. And then abruptly he exploded forward in a powerful bounding leap, most of the propulsion coming from his good hind leg.
For all that he was old, he was still fluidly graceful in motion. Oh, he’d be sore as hell by the time he collapsed in his furs tonight, but he hadn’t let himself get too lax.
He locked eyes with her, winking as he barreled headlong toward her, dropping his left shoulder abruptly and veering to his right, aiming to drive the point of that shoulder squarely into the girl’s chest at mid-point. His head tilted to his right, jaws parting to aim his canines for the side of her throat, aiming to clamp his teeth shut on a good mouthful of her flesh and scruff and hold on.
Simultaneously, his left forepaw snapped up, his weight readjusting automatically to his other three legs briefly as he sought to bring that big foot of his down on the steel-clad toes of her right paw, aiming to pin them to the ground in their own weaponry with his weight as his tail whipped for balance.
He was old, but he was experienced. And so maybe he could relay to her his knowledge after their spar. He wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Meanwhile, Aello and Artashir circled, waiting to see if they would be needed.
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She snorted faintly at the wink, but didn't dare remove her gaze from him. he was slow to go about making his move, and the young warrior only smiled, attentive as always. She understood being underestimated for her size, and wasn't about to do the same for the older warrior. When he exploded forward, his speed was surprising, but she was prepared for it. He was larger and heavier than she was, and Malalia wasn't about to let herself be taken out in the first round.
She paced forward to meet the man, gaining speed with her first two steps, and then dashing for him with a burst of speed and a strong push from both hindlegs. His shoulder clipped her right shoulder painfully, and but their height difference was such that she was easily able to duck under his snapping jaws. Malalia snapped her own teeth inward to score her teeth along his armpit as she flew by. She would dig in, hard with the initial hit, but her intention was never to hold the move. She would end with a clawed swipe at the man's right back ankle.
Once she was out of range, she would pivot hard on the earth, completing a full turn and throwing herself straight for his rear, her left forepaws outstretched to claw down his haunches. She kept far enough should he decide to kick her, suddenly. The hit would be a glancing glow at most, if it landed, but that was okay. She wouldn't give up her distance, not yet.
Malalia vs Regulus for Spar
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A
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He caught her shoulder with his own, though his jaws clicked shut on air. He adjusted swiftly, bolting to his right in a leap. Her teeth missed him, and he pivoted neatly on his hind paws, pushing off to ram forward into her right shoulder with the breadth of his chest, sidestepping the swipe of her steel claws as his jaws dove for the top of her neck, aiming to snatch the scruff once more.
Meanwhile, Aello spotted an opening. Malalia seemed focused on the wolf, and the white she-cougar suddenly bolted forward, aiming to sweep a paw – claws sheathed of course – under the young wolf’s hind legs and knock them out from under her as Regulus made his move for the girl’s scruff.
Artashir held back, watching. It would be good experience for the girl, fighting someone with companions interfering with their attacks and defenses.
Regulus Anatolli Adravendi vs Malalia for Spar
[Using the form from the previous round since his fight form's been updated but I want to keep it fair/unchanged for this spar lol]
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Mal felt the solid impact of his chest on her shoulder, letting out a grunt as she was forced backwards, her hindpaws kicking up the dirt. Malalia ducked as his jaws came snapping forward in an effort to secure her scruff. She breathed as she stepped back and out of range, only for her hindpaws to be swept out from under her. What??
The girl's back end collapsed with an oof, and in that moment of surprise, the stark red male had indeed grabbed her scruff. Damn it! What could she do, now? Malalia would scramble to her feet again, using the force of her hindlegs to push forward, her jaws aimed to bite down on the man's upper foreleg. At the same time, her forelegs would swipe out to rake her steel claws down the man's chest, in an effort to get him away.
Malalia vs Regulus for Spar
Round 2/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A
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Aello’s swipe succeeded, and with her success, Regulus found his bite, and sought to clamp down to ensure he kept it. He felt the smaller wolf wriggle and, mindful of her steel claws and her teeth, moved to wrap his forelegs tightly around her shoulders and neck, seeking to shake her hard with his grip on her scruff in hopes of rattling her.
Her jaws found the mark, and he instead countered be thrusting his foreleg deeper into his mouth, aiming to give her a bit too much to chew before he ripped free, taking mental note of the moderate lacerations the teeth left behind and, as he felt her shoulders move, he aimed to slam the breadth of the same foreleg down over the tops of both her forelegs, aiming to force them down and out of range of his frame, while shoving forward with his hind legs in hopes of bearing the girl down, tail ruddering behind him for balance.
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The girl would jerk back, attempting to wrench free of the man's hold on her scruff, even as he shook her. And then, Mal nearly choked as, surprisingly, he pushed his foreleg into her jaws rather than pulling away. In the movement, her forelegs slammed down to the earth, luckily avoiding the slam of his foreleg, and trying like hell to settle herself, find some semblance of balance between her kicking back legs and the rattling that the red man was succeeding at delivering.
And then he was pressing forward, trying to force her down. No! His forelegs out of range, his hold on her neck and shoulders secure, she did the only thing she could, jaws snapping inward in an attempt to bite the hell out of the left side of his neck, attempting to drag him down with her.
Malalia vs Regulus for Spar
Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claws
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Healer & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A
Malalia | Regulus must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Regulus: 297.16 Rolls: 31 68 56 84 Adjusted to: 31 74.8 56 96.6 Malalia: 305.73 Rolls: 59 94 42 54 Adjusted to: 73.75 94 44.1 54 |