It wasn't long before Gil found himself back at the Battlefield. After his scrimmage with the small purple female, he was eager to get himself into practice. While it was fun, he wanted more. Fresh scratches ran through his mottled fur like trophies. He wasn't afraid to show that he had been injured before. Keeping his chin slightly lower than his shoulders, the tall male roamed the blood-covered field. His own was there somewhere, but he chose a different area this time. Away from the water, more rocks littered this particular area. Less grass, more dirt, dried out from the lack of rain over the winter. A crisp breeze brought a chill to his bones as he paused. Keeping his tail lowered by his ankles, Gil tilted his chin up to the sky. As the sun began to set, cascading reds and oranges over the horizon, he let loose another howl out into the wind. A call to any taker that was willing to spar with him. When he lowered his face, his yellow eyes scanned around. He was more than ready to get going. Speech

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn was in worse shape than she thought but she wasn't going to give up that easily. She'd have to just keep trying until she managed a win and so she stalked through the battlefield in search of her next opponent. She was bruised from her last battle but thankfully had few other injuries. Having to break to see a healer would be inconvenient, especially when she didn't really know where to find one. Although, she could probably barter with Fireside for treatment or stalk down the pirate band if it came to that.

She headed through a drier part of the battlefield, the grasses baked brown by the sun during the summer and now dormant due to winter settling over Boreas. Jynn stopped when she heard a call for an opponent and she swiftly adjusted her course to answer. As she followed the sound she spied a large spotted male. "Hello there, I'm seeking a spar as well if you're game to take me on." She squared off against the man, swiftly setting her defenses.

Not long after he lowered his chin, the sound of paws on packed dirt drifted over to his ears. Another female? Tilting his head gently, Gilgamesh was somewhat surprised. Did most females fight in these lands? Having sparred one previously, Gil huffed to himself as she made her way over. This time though she was as tall as he was but thinner with long, slim legs. Her red body and darkened features stuck out against their dreary backdrop. Smirking, he nodded firmly. "I won't underestimate you," the mottled male mused as he squared off with her as well. Looking over her with calculating yellow eyes, he thought for a moment about how he would approach her. There was no use going for her front region, but maybe he could get ahold elsewhere. As his tail ticked back and forth eagerly, he didn't wait a moment more. Pushing off with his paws, muscles rippling under his thickened winter pelt, he charged for her with his head lowered. Feeling his strength ripple through his body, he raced toward her. Veering toward the right at the last moment, Gil tilted just slightly so that he could try to push back into her side. Hoping to knock her off balance with his larger body, he leaned in with his strength with all that he could muster. As he surged into his push, he reached down to nip toward her paws. If he could catch her off guard, he might get a chance to pounce on her. Gilgamesh vs Jynn for Spar Round 1/x Age: Over 1 Year Size: Large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Novice Fighter

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn grinned as the man agreed to spar her. Her hackles raised in anticipation, her large ears pinning to her head as she tucked her tail against her belly, her slim legs coiling in preparation. Her opponent charged head on at first then slipped toward her right. Jynn swiftly stepped to her left, her weight centering on her front legs as she pivoted her hind end around so she could properly face the man. However, as she stepped to the left she didn't move quick enough to avoid the attack entirely. She felt fangs graze the top of her right paw leaving light lacerations. Jynn lanced her jaws downward, seeking to grab the man's scruff, just behind his skull before he had a chance to lift his head back up. She wanted a good hold in hopes of controlling her opponents head.

Jynn vs Gilgamesh for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Ethiopian wolf, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Jaguar, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Scout

It wasn't a moment before she was charging right at him. Watching her move her body to be at a better angle toward him, he was agitated at first. His plan of attack was foiled quickly. Yet, there was still hope in succeeding. Agile as she was, he felt his teeth graze her paw. Since his body was in motion toward pushing into her, he sidestepped closer to her as her teeth grabbed ahold of the back of his neck. Feeling her teeth sink into his skin, he smirked. They may have been the same height, but he still was thicker than her. Without missing a beat, Gilgamesh tilted his chin so that he was closer to her body. A rich copper scent wrinkled his nose, knowing that it was his own blood spilling now. Bending his legs slightly, he pushed back up and lifted his front paws into the air. Rearing upward, he let his weight fall toward her. Hoping to body slam the red female into the group, it was all a matter of a few seconds before she'd have to decide. Gilgamesh vs Jynn for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Novice Fighter

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn's fangs seized into the scruff behind the man's head and she braced herself but it soon became apparent just how much stronger he was than her. He suddenly kicked forward, his front paws slamming into the front of her shoulders and forcing her back. She could almost hear Tahmores in her head reminding her to use her speed, to stick with quick jabs and cuts. Jynn tensed as she was pushed down onto her back. She released her grip and kept her neck curled to protect her throat and also prevent her head from slamming down onto the ground. Jynn's hind legs kicked out, seeking to hit the man in the gut just below the solar plexus as her jaws lanced forward trying to grab hold of his muzzle.

Jynn vs Gilgamesh for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Ethiopian wolf, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Jaguar, Female - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Scout

And the winner is...

Jynn

Gilgamesh must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Gilgamesh : Attack Roll: 42 Defense Roll: 23 Agility Roll: 3 Perception Roll: 52 Total: 120 Attack[42] + 5% Bonus[2.10]: 44.10 Defense[23] + 5% Bonus[1.15]: 24.15 Agility[3] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 3.00 Perception[52] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 52.00 Total[123.25] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 123.25 Jynn : Attack Roll: 39 Defense Roll: 61 Agility Roll: 18 Perception Roll: 1 Critical fail! Total: 119 Attack[39] + 30% Bonus[11.70]: 50.70 Defense[61] + 15% Bonus[9.15]: 70.15 Agility[18] + 30% Bonus[5.40]: 23.40 Perception[1] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 1.00 Total[145.25] + 25% Bonus[36.31]: 181.56

His impact shuddered his body as she released her hold from the back of his neck. Searing pain ripped through his body as her paws went flailing toward him. Feeling his own paws make contact with her shoulder as her paws scraped at his underbelly, he quickly rearranged his weight. More pain cascaded over him as he felt blood fall onto the ground. Hopping off of her just in time to miss her snapping teeth, he pulled his head up, barely missing his muzzle. A loud snarl rumbled in his chest as he backed off. "You win," Gil spat, shaking off the pain with flattened ears. Her skill and agility had been too much for his inexperienced brute strength. "Next time," he warned, forcing a smirk through his grimace as he took a few steps back. He would have to learn better fighting skills if he was going to face stronger and smarter opponents. Not to mention, obtain gear for himself. In the meantime, he wasn't going to give her a second chance at besting him. Turning quickly, he trotted off as blood began to mat his coat.