pre habari challenge for ease

With the raid on Habari, and her unfortunate loss, Widow felt she needed be prepared. What if another raid happened? The loss to the grown man was a bruise to her ego, no doubt, and probably hurt worse than the torn up flesh of her heel. The bandage and salve was a near constant reminder, though it wouldn't be long before the wraps could be removed. Scars weren't exactly something she wanted to show off, at least not now. She wanted her enemies to have scars.

While she wasn't one to waste much time or energy on so-called enemies, the pirates left a sour taste in her mouth. Even if it was planned, there was still something about them that she didn't like. She didn't know what though, so just left it at everything and didn't think more of it. She didn't see anything worth liking when they tore through the Nook, anyway.

She traveled to the battlefield dressed in her cloak as she usually traveled, staff fastened to her body with a rope until she constructed a better strap for it. Her companions followed as well, the raven high in the sky and her cat along for the ride under the cloak as usual. Training with the other members of Habari was great, but it was just training. It was easy to learn the battle style of your pack mates, but anyone and everyone came to the battlefield. How hard could it be finding someone not in Habari? Probably a pretty simple task, actually.

Wasting no time, Widow tipped her head back and called for a challenger, hoping she wouldn't have to wait long.

"Speech!"

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There would be little need for Widow to wait. There was a challenger in her midst soon enough, appearing the near instant the call came out. Cy was strung tightly, and she was ready. She was more than ready. It was time to test herself again, it was time to push herself again. The winter had been hard on her, as they all were. Still, she was mentally sharp as ever. With her high head and sharp gaze, she sized up the girl on her approach. High steps over the cracked, scorched earth. Entering the ring. Yes, she'd enter the ring with that same, venomous smile she always wore. "Ladies first." The words are clipped, a glimmer in her eyes. Ladies, as if Cy saw herself as something other. As if she set herself apart-- of course she did. Of course she always did, and she had to. Cyanide's heart hammered in her chest, excitement rampant in system. Instead of setting her defenses, Cy paced back and forth, a light jog. A moving target was harder to hit, and she'd be the hardest of all.

Cyanide vs (opponent) for (fight type)
Round 0/2
Age: over 1
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bracers with Knife
Skills: Intermediate Navigator & Intermediate Fighter

Widow didn't have to wait long and for that she was thankful. If she had to wait too long for an opponent then she wouldn't get back home until after dark. Although the time she got home didn't matter to her, she was interested in sparring with as many as she could while she was here and waiting around on challengers wasn't conducive to that.

A small woman approached and Widows sharpened claws curved into the dirt as her toes flexed, the other goading her into making the first move. She wouldn't need to be told again, but she also really didn't like being told what to do by the stranger either. What if she just stood there and waited for the opponent to get closer? That wasn't likely though, not with her staff ready on her back to be grabbed quickly and swung around like a club instead of some kind of magical instrument.

Looking up to her ravens circling above, it only took them a moment before they came down to harass her opponent instead and hopefully giving her a moment to get close while the girl was distracted. Wielding the staff and gripping it between clenched jaws, she swung the heavy magical instrument towards Cyanide's forelimbs, hoping to sweep them out from beneath her.

"Speech!"

Widow vs Cyanide for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Witches staff
Defensive Battle Accessory: Hooded cloak
Companion 1: Common raven, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Domestic short-haired cat, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Common Raven, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Dexterous paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Novice Intellectual


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One, two again, one, two again, one, two. Over and over, a two beat jog as she paced back and forth with her head high. It was when she was nearest that the stranger struck out with-- what the hell was that? A stick. A stick of some sort. Not that Cy could focus on that, no. The birds had come down at the same time, seemingly from nowhere. Well, if the sky was nowhere, yeah. Cyanide lashed out at them with teeth bared, doing her best to swat them away. Still, there was the question of the stick colliding with her side. It was a dull thud, one she had braced herself for. Didn't keep it from hurting, though, yikes. Without another thought Cyanide unsheathed her dagger and lunged forward, seeking soft tissue to gouge into. She'd be quick about it, in and (if she could manage it) out again. Head tossing. A manic energy taking her over and seizing all that she could bring to the fight. Stab and go seemed to be the name of the game for Cy today. A moving target is harder to hit.

Cyanide vs Widow for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bracers with Knife
Skills: Intermediate Navigator & Intermediate Fighter