Some days it was easy for Ophie to pretend she liked doing all the typical Fatalis things, to scrape up a sense of determination and head over to the training grounds. The sand was damp beneath her paws, caking a new layer of muck upon her fur as she moved a brisk pace, a bit of a warm-up before the hard work really got started. She knew she needed to take it slow and steady, that her body just wasn't capable of being pushed to the same extent her siblings were capable of, but it was hard, you know? There was so much she was supposed to be able to do, the Fatalis name was on the line, but she had a sinking feeling that even if she was all skinny and slim she still wouldn't be good enough. Never would be.

Standing opposite to one of the training dummies, Ophie sucked in a readying breath then dipped her head down as she kicked off into a charge. If nothing she'd be able to use all of her extra weight as a battering ram, maybe? Her cat claws dug into the sand, sending it flying in all directions as she pushed with all her might, rushing as fast as her limbs would allow. She collided into the dummy, hard, enough to make her vision spin as she stumbled back. All right, never mind. This was not a technique she'd like to try again, thanks!

Her breathing shaky, Ophie glanced around with ears laid flat. Hopefully no one had seen that sorry display, least of all someone who shared her lukewarm warriors blood.

He was giving Mortis a little space after their last long talk. There was a lot he wished he had said, but in the moment his brain didn’t process everything that happened until later. Mortis suggested he leave the Armada. That fact continued to run through his mind as he tried to figure out the why of it. Mort had said he wanted Hikaru to be happy, to live his life of comfort and peace instead of sticking it out in the rough around the edges war camp. This was where Hikaru wanted to be though, he knew from the moment Mortis rescued him from the storm and brought him home that this was where he belonged. He knew Mortis was just looking out for him, but it hurt he didn’t know who he was by now.

He tried not to dwell. Mortis only wanted his happiness even if it came off as… weird. The young koi shook himself of the thought as his pale paws carried him towards the training grounds. He’d have to double his efforts and show Mort he was far from the pretty prince he thought he was.

Silver eyes lifted to the training dummies just in to to watch his old apprentice square up and charge. He thought she was doing really well, her form looked good, her focus was on point. Then she clobbered the thing head first. Hikaru visibly flinched as she crashed to the ground and only barely picked herself back up. Hika felt nothing but sorry for her as he found his way closer.

"Hey, Ophie.” He offered timidly, knowing she didn’t want to see anyone after that performance. "Doo you want to try with a partner? That move looked promising, maybe just a couple points to work on.” He offered with an encouraging grin.

"Speech"

Of all the wolves to find her like this, Hikaru certainly wasn't the worst. It was easy to see why he and Mortis got along so well, like two peas in a pod, both so kind and understanding it took a whole lot for Ophie to get all shifty and nervous around them. In this case she worried she'd make a fool out of herself, but found herself fondly recalling how they used to play together. How when she tumbled and fell he'd only look upon her with concern in his pale eyes, like everything would always be okay. Rolling her shoulders she adjusted her footing and let a wave of nostalgia rush over her, this was just like old times, when things didn't seem so bad.

"Oh yeah! If you don't mind." She wasn't convinced he really meant it but found her hesitation slipping away just a little more all the same. "So I should just...come at you like I usually would?"

She cleared her throat, giving him ample time to slip into a fighting posture before she swooped in. Or made a chubby attempt to. Given her size she wasn't going anywhere fast nor would she be able to take him by surprise even if she wanted to. Her paws thudded across the sand, tubby thighs wobbling as she reached out to try and take a swat at his muzzle with her front left paw. The only real thing she had going for her was her cat claws, they'd helped her win a fight or two. Even if it was still by accident, mostly.


Ophelia vs Hikaru for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Medium
Build: Obese
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - offensive
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

She didn’t look near as embarrassed as he expected and as Hika offered his greeting she almost looked appreciative. The young koi gave her a devilish grin as she invited him to train with her. There was no mistaking the difference in her appearance these days, she had much more weight to throw around. A lot like the wrestlers of sumo. He wondered if he could encourage her with tales of the sport, maybe she could actually use grappling in her… new style.

"Of course I don’t mind,” he told her with another sweet grin as he nodded. "Come at me however you want.” He was confident that she wouldn’t be able to actually hurt him. Yeah maybe if she fell and landed on him, but he was much more fleet footed than the overweight she wolf.

Hikaru positioned himself defensively but he stood on his toes, ready to move at a moments notice. Of course he was given far more moments than that as she began to waddle towards him. Hikaru didn’t even allow her paw to get close to his face as he dodged out of the way. "You should use your weight to your advantage,” he tried to coach her as he attempted to duck and retreat from her a few paces. "Throw your shoulders around, or your hips.” To prove his point he aimed to swing his own much less impressive thighs into her own as he galloped by.

Hikaru vs Ophie for spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"

Hikaru dodged aside effortlessly, no breath wasted as he gave her instruction, teaching her how to turn her disadvantage into an advantage. She was already a panting a little, her sides puffing as she nodded and let his words sink in, so that she could try her best to do as he suggested. He made it look easy, but from what she'd heard he'd spent a lot of his life training to fight, he'd always have an edge over her regardless of how hard Ophie tried. Throwing her weight via her shoulders and hips sounded more effective than a lazy claw swipe, something Hikaru no doubt saw coming from a mile away.

He went to charge her, showing her how it was done and Ophie was barely able to side step in time. The meat of his thigh bonked into her, a scraping hit that carried a surprising amount of force behind it. Even though he'd missed, mostly! Using the knowledge he shared, Ophie pulled in a deep breath and tried not to get weighed down by all the what ifs.

Well all right, here goes!

She readjusted her footing and charged again, hunkering her shoulders as she put all of her weight behind them.

Ophelia vs Hikaru for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Medium
Build: Obese
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - offensive
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Poor Ophie, he couldn’t call her poor little Ophelia anymore either. She had grown into quite the young woman, a reason he was eager to talk to her about sumo. She had a lot of weight to throw around, she was slow but when she could land a hit it would be devastating. He managed to skirt around her heavy paws and his demonstration only barely caused her hips to sway. Still, as he rounded on her Hikaru couldn’t help but think he saw a bit of understanding in her eyes. She ready to try anew and rolled her shoulders, charging at him once more. With much more purpose behind the charge.

Hikaru grinned as he tucked his chin, waiting for the last moment before he tried to counter her. Were they in a ring she would go flying out of the boundaries, as they were there was no limit to their motions. Hikaru sprung at the last moment, not away, but up. Aiming to wrap his legs around her neck and use the momentum of begging dragged away to rotate up to her back, hoping his weight might work to pin her to the ground.

Hikaru vs Ophie for spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1+
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
"Speech"

And the winner is...

HIKARU

OPHLEIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: OPHELIA: Attack Roll: 50 Defense Roll: 50 Agility Roll: 26 Perception Roll: 98 Total: 224 Attack[50] + 30% Bonus[15.00]: 65.00 Defense[50] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 50.00 Agility[26] + -5% Bonus[-1.30]: 24.70 Perception[98] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 98.00 Total[237.70] + 20% Bonus[47.54]: 285.24 HIKARU: Attack Roll: 97 Defense Roll: 83 Agility Roll: 99 Perception Roll: 26 Total: 305 Attack[97] + 10% Bonus[9.70]: 106.70 Defense[83] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 83.00 Agility[99] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 99.00 Perception[26] + 10% Bonus[2.60]: 28.60 Total[317.30] + 15% Bonus[47.59]: 364.89