Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight? Who's gonna break these chains and lies? ________________________________________ He was giving himself more freedom from his mother as he became older and was starting to ignore her banter and abuse. He was realizing how overpowering he was of her and some of it had to do with the wolves he came across and learned from in his own travels. He always felt a superiority in his blood. It rushed through him, he was born with it. And no matter how she raised him and tried to drive him into a direction she sought for him he was rising into his own glory. He had never sparred anyone but his mother and her moves were becoming rhythm and boring and she couldn't teach him more than what she believed was good for him. So he came here to the battlefield knowing others called for sparring to strangers and even on an unspoken note that there was no intent to harm. In the back of his mind he knew he would be resisting the urge to break or kill his opponent, but he also knew in his heart he could hold it back. His head tipped back as he called, he was ready to start a new page of his life. Walk "Talk" Think

Ulric never thought he would be the type to go seeking fights, but now that he might have an actual reason so sharpen his skills and prove himself this seemed like the place he needed to be. Fighting had always been something that he had done out of a sense of protection or need, but he hoped that he could grow to enjoy it. After all, he was going to be spending quite a lot of time studying and practicing it so he didn't want it to be something he disliked.

Just as he began to make his way across the Battlefield, he heard a howl calling for an opponent and it seemed like as good an invitation as any. He took long, loping strides toward the male that had put out the open invitation and quickly found him. He was a fairly large man, though not quite as tall as himself, with a bit of a lighter build. So he would have the advantage in height, but certainly not in speed. That was about the odds he was typically used to fighting in, but his logistical mind still needed to assess what he was going in to all the same.

He gave the other man a curt nod as he slowed to a stop several feet away, an easy smile touching his lips as it always did. "Looking for a spar, hm? So am I." That seemed sufficient enough for now. If they wished to talk more afterward they certainly could. He settled his large frame into his typical fighting stance with his paws spread evenly beneath him and weight distributed among them to make him incredibly hard to topple. He gave his opponent a moment to prepare as well and left the floor open for him to make the first swing if he so chose.

"Speech" Thought

Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight? Who's gonna break these chains and lies? ________________________________________ Large steps of another would approach and Kefka would silently await for his opponent to place themselves as they so pleased before him. The male looked oddly familiar to him but also not at all. Really in the back of his mind he thought of his father, Kaine, but he knew he had never met this brute before. And besides, his spots were a little more potent than the marks of an Abraxas. "Indeed." He replied gently with a small grin growing on his face. The male would start into a defensive position and it would seem he and Kefka had the same idea. But Kefka was interested in seeing how this much larger brute, the size of no one he had ever met, would begin the offensive. He was used to his small and thin mother and all the ways that she would come at him. Not a giant, heavy brute that appeared to be well in the ways of battle. A way Kefka wanted to learn. Midnight eyes stayed towards the man as he thought if he should go ahead with the first move or start defensive. It only took a few seconds before he hunkered down and mirrored his opponent's stance for a collision. His head would flick toward the man as if mentioning he could have the first move. Was that dumb on Kefka's part or Ulric's? Kefka felt he would have an advantage if the male came towards him first. But if the male chose to stalemate him, he would have no problems going forward in offense. Walk "Talk" Think Kefka Abraxas vs Ulric for Spar Round 0/2? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A OOC: If Ulric want's to stalemate Kefka he will go up with the first move, up to you! Take your time with responses!

Ulric had admittedly expected the other man to make the first move since he had initiated the call for a spar, but he had no problem in taking that first step if he so wished. When he saw the small nod that was given to him the message was plenty clear enough. With a slight grin he coiled his muscles as he prepared to launch his first attacks. He spent a brief second deciding what the best approach would be, but there would be no way to know how this stranger would react so there wasn't a way to temper his attacks to fit him specifically.

Leaning into the advantage he had with his larger build and frame, he lunged forward with a few long strides to hopefully close the distance between the two of them. He kept his head low to help protect his throat and his hackles were raised with his shoulders rolled forward to keep his scruff thickly bunched around his neck. Since he was going in head first he wanted to make the most vital parts of him as hard to hit as possible. He ran forward like a freight train, angling his path slightly to his right so he could aim his left shoulder toward the other's chest. In a perfect world he wanted his shoulder to connect with the middle of his opponent's chest with the hopes of knocking him off balance or even knocking the air out of him, but he also knew that the possibility of him trying to dodge the attack was pretty high.

Knowing that would most likely be the case, he tried to use his first attack as a distraction. Once he was within close range, he reached with open jaws toward the man's scruff and attempted to get a strong hold on him there so he could potentially get the upper hand and dominance in their fight. Of course he had no intention of badly hurting a complete stranger so he only aimed for the thickest part of his scruff where he would be able to grip the loose skin there if he was successful. All the while he kept his large paws set in a widened, stable stance with his claws dug into the dirt so he would be prepared for any push back his opponent tried to give him.

Ulric Adravendi vs Kefka for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Novice Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

"Speech" Thought

Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight? Who's gonna break these chains and lies? ________________________________________ His opponent would lunge and Kefka would try to analyze quickly the new strategy of the stranger. It was hard to see exactly his goal but Kefka wouldn't give up so easily. He noticed as the brute moved slightly at an angle with his left shoulder coming in, and Kefka would jump up slightly to align his paws a little off Ulric's track to where Ulric's left shoulder would collide with Kefka's left shoulder, more so on the side than the front. Kefka swiveled his paws into the dirt to prepare for the collision, his defenses mimicking his opponent with his scruff coiling in to protect the soft spots of his neck. His tail stayed straight out as he went to keep balance from the larger brute's impact. Ulric's attempt to grab Kefka's scruff would fall just on the back of his head on his scrunched up fur. Kefka in return would aim to grab a bite on the large brute's top left shoulder, more towards the front to grab the loose skin where his shoulder and neck joined. Walk "Talk" Think Kefka Abraxas vs Ulric for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A

His shoulder barely clipped the other man's shoulder, leaving his charge less effective than he intended, but could still leave a bit of bruising for the both of them none of the less. It also got him close enough to get the hold on the man's scruff so he held tight to that as a small victory and the beginning of what he hoped would be his dominance in this fight. His opponent was quick and didn't hesitate in landing his own attacks though and Ulric didn't react fast enough to stop him from biting the point where his neck and shoulder met. Ulric winced a bit, but pushed past it so he could keep up the slight momentum he had created.

He held tight to the man's scruff while attempting to give a hard shove with his left shoulder that should still be pressed to the other man's shoulder from his original shove. At the same time he reached with his left paw for his opponent's left paw as well in an attempt to pull it out from under him. He did all of this while tugging on his scruff in hopes of pulling him off of his feet. Even though Ulric was a good bit larger than the other man in height and build, he still wasn't a lightweight by any means so he wasn't sure he would actually be able to pull him completely off his feet, but perhaps he could at least stagger him a bit and knock him off balance.

Ulric Adravendi vs Kefka for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Novice Intellectual
Specialty: N/A
"Speech" Thought

Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight? Who's gonna break these chains and lies? ________________________________________ The strength of Ulric was a lot for him to handle but he tried hard to stand his ground and keep his footing. The grasp on his shoulder he would refuse to let go of in fear of losing the contact and finding another place to grab. He pushed his weight into Ulric's body hoping it would help him stay on all fours. It would take him a moment before he realized he had to seek for another place to sink his teeth into, even if it was just to move the pain from one location to another. As Ulric attempted to pull out his paw from under him, Kefka would give in slightly to get a lower advantage in order to throw out another bite attempt to Ulrics front left leg just above the knee, aimig to seek his bottom teeth to the front just above the knee and his top teeth wrapped around to the back of his leg. If Ulric backed off at all, Kefka would surely fall to the ground without a second thought. His weight would guide him that way and there was nothing he could do about that. Walk "Talk" Think Kefka Abraxas vs Ulric for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

KEFKA

ULRIC must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Ulric: 193.05 Rolls: 47 26 23 70 Adjusted: 51.7 27.3 23 73.5 Kefka: 242.05 Rolls: 96 65 61 12 Adjusted: 100.8 68.25 61 12

He felt his opponent shift and the bite shifted from his shoulder to his leg before he had a chance to react. The extra sing of sharp teeth biting into the area right above his knee added enough discomfort to make him let go of the man's scruff and resign himself to being the one to back down in this fight. "Alright, alright," he said as he backed off of him, panting lightly from the exertion that undoubtedly came from fighting. He grinned a little as he took a couple steps back, chuckling softly to himself. "That was a good fight, well done. I'm Ulric, by the way." He'd have a long walk back to the mangoves with these new bites to contend with, but he was still glad he had made the trip. Any experience at this point was good and he was happy to learn. "Maybe I'll see you around and we can spar again sometime, huh? I wouldn't mind a rematch!" "Talk"

Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight? Who's gonna break these chains and lies? ________________________________________ The other male was a bit too friendly to Kefka's liking, but none the less a good and fair opponent. Kefka was proud of the victory towards the clearly more experienced fighter but honestly wouldn't dwell in it. "Kefka." He responded respectfully with a nod. Kefka himself would need some attention to his own wounds and bruises, even from his previous spars. But unfortunately neither him or Agria had the ability to do so. But that was fine, a few scars and a few days of feeling sore wouldn't put him down much. "For sure," he spoke with a friendly grin, "Until next time." But he wouldn't waste any time to leave the scene, heading back to his temporary den along side his mother. He showed no ill-will toward the man and would leave in the best way he could. -Exit Kefka- Walk "Talk" Think