His Warlord father has asked him to test Sigrun on the basics of self defence. Whether she wished to be a fighter or not, she would need to be able to defend herself. Sedna had told them Sigrun had some working knowledge already, so this would be a chance to work out where she was at. Young himself, he had been training hard for a long time, and was a fair decent fighter himself. He made his way onto the sandy shores of the Sea’s Plain. Here was the main training grounds of the Armada, with the barracks settled onto the sand, and training rings marked with thin material, pegged to the earth. No time like the present, right? Raising his head, the young winged boy called for Sig to come and join him. "Speech"

The Armada had proved itself to be an interesting place thus far, and with her paws busy helping Sedna restore the garden, well... she hadn't found the time to be bored. Surely that time would come, but for now she was content to settle into this new world.

As Mortis' call echoed through the pack lands, Sigrún shook the dirt from her coat. She'd been busy turning over the soil in preparation for some new herbs, but her work was quickly forgotten as she turned toward the sound. Aside from the curious tilt of her head the yearling wasted no time heading in his direction, wondering what she was being summoned for.

It was the first time she'd been able to get a good look at the plains since her initial walk of the borders, and it did not disappoint. Pawprints hinted at scuffles within each of the marked off areas. It smelled like sweat and adrenaline had soaked into the sand, forming a permanent scent marker of its own. This place was no joke.

Sig had no trouble finding Mortis once she arrived, his coat dark against the light-colored sand. Her plush tail picked up speed as her head tilted to the side, questioning why he had called.
"Speech"

Mortis’s tail wagged lightly behind him as Sigrún appeared. He offered the golden wolf a smile and nodded his head towards the arena beside him. It was outlined by material picketed into the ground, to create a space for wolves to train in. “I’ve heard you know the basics in fighting, should we compare knowledge? Dad wants to help figure out what you need training on”[ /b] he explained, lips parting in a friendly expression. He was already moving to step into the ring, spreading out his feet for better balance, and digging his retractable claws into the earth. Despite being younger, he had height and weight over the other wolf. He was curious what tactic she would go for. [b]"Speech" Mortis Fatalis vs Sigrún for SPar Round 0/2? Age: under one Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter Specialty: N/A

Sigrun watched with keen interest as Mortis stepped into the ring, his posture revealing his intent without the need for words. Her mood changed immidiately as the gears in her head began turning. She would have to make the first move, and she'd have to be smart about it. The longer she waited, the better he'd be able to avoid or calculate her actions.

There was no denying her disadvantage in this fight. Mortis was massive in comparison to her, and with size came brute strength. She'd have to rely on her speed and her mind, though something told her that this was not a fight she could win. Unfortunately, this didn't seem like a spar she could just opt out of.

The yearling lurched forward, trying to account for the resistance of the sand and the difficulties she'd have making tight turns because of it. Charging him head on would be unwise, but perhaps if she was fast enough she could slip herself underneath his jowls to grab onto the underside of his neck? It would leave her open and vulnerable if it did not work, but Siggy had always believed that risks were worth taking, so she threw all caution to the wind and went for it.




Round 1/?
Age: 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Healer
Specialty: N/A

Mortis was always a careful fighter. He had to be, with his heavy-set wings, and body. Elongated fangs, and unsheathed claws. His father was bred as a fighting machine, and that breeding had shown true in Mortis. The Warlord had started to train his kids young. Younger perhaps than most parents would approve, and Mort had been dogged in his determination to learn from the lessons. He surveyed the smaller wolf as she got into position. Feeling sand crunch beneath his paws as he shifted his weight. He let out a soft, steadying breath, and then she was off. His claws dug into the sand harder, clenching on instinct. Then she was upon him, her teeth grazed his neck. He folded his wings forward, around them, cutting off part of her exit path. Shifting his weight into his back legs, his right forepaw lifted off the ground, and aimed to pull her tightly against him. He wanted to trap her here. His own teeth would aim for her ear. His breathing shallow with the weight of her teeth against his neck. "Speech" Mortis Fatalis vs Sigrún for SPar Round 1/2 Age: under one Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter Specialty: N/A