Alsander Grey

Alsander felt her teeth dig into his joint, and forced more weight into it, in hopes to drive her head into the ground and spread her jaws to wide for a bite, even as the wounds in his leg worsened. She pulled her leg away enough to avoid his full bite to her limb, but he made do with what he got, yanking his head back, hopefully tearing the muscle away with the movement. Hopefully the pain would shatter her consciousness if he was successful. Her muscles tensed again, and he dropped his hind end to the ground, feeling claws rake his side as her kick hit him. The movement gave her room to pull her jaws away from his leg, and she came at him with her teeth. He was quick to counter as she tried for his neck, rocking sideways, back from her jaws, then made a maneuver. He rose over her attack, aiming a bite for her face, intending to bite down around her eyes. Her teeth, subsequently, connected to his chest. He attempted to drop his weight into her jaws, an attempt to pin her head to the ground and smother her, hind end raising to add to the pressure. Fight Stats Alsander v Renesme for Knockout Round: 3 of infinite Defenses: Attempting to drive his leg harder into her throat, in an attempt to limit mobility, dropping his hind end to avoid most of the kick attack. Rocking sideways away from her attempt to bit his neck, and rising above. Attacks: Yanking his head back in an attempt to tear away muscle from her leg, attempting to drive his leg deeper into her throat in an attempt to limit her mobility and limit her jaw strength. Raising above her attack to attempt a bite to her face, while dropping his weight onto her face or neck, an attempt to smother her. Injuries: scratches to the face, gashes to the thigh, heavy gashing and wounding to the left front leg, rakes to the side, bite to the chest/brisket. Out Of Character Notes:

She had seen the man from a safe distance, and intricate suggestions would plead with her for his high rank. Did he hold purpose within their flimsy hierarchy, and more so, did he threaten the welfare of Glaciems superiority? She could have almost shrugged, for in the moment it wasn?t predominantly vital. Bodies clashed around her, and the exotic oddity would do no more than to stand squared, emotionless; golden gaze fixated upon the thrashing body of the pale and russet monster as he fought their Dame. He would become Glaciems. An offly-feminine bark would initiate her challenge, defences rising as the youth awaited somebody to answer. She?d do no less than what she had been instructed; make her sovereigns proud. Satis vs. ?? - Round 0 of ??? For Bronze.

He was young, almost but not quite two now, but his muscles were honed and well trained. He had worked hard on his stamina and strength, giving up speed to boost the others, and it showed in the stacks of muscles piled beneath his thick pelt. He had always wanted to be the best, always wanted to be the strongest just like his father. And though his father still towered over him by an extra two inches he still towered over this woman by 10. He knew that the height could be both a blessing or a curse so he didn't count on it to save his life but it made his attack come a bit off, his extra height throwing him off course from his intended target. Instead of latching onto her throat like he had initially planned teeth hooked onto her shoulder. Initially just flesh wounds but powerful jaws would attempt to readjust their hold, jaw widening so his top teeth slid further back along her shoulder and his lower teeth moved to the fleshy part of her chest. It would be a good grab and a good grip, teeth sinking into flesh so blood would boil over his tongue. He wanted her to bleed, to feel plain and hell maybe even join the man who's body they were fighting over top of. She struck like a cobra, fast, but as he felt her breath on his face and without even thinking he tightened his gip and threw his full weight to the side. It kept his eyes safe but her teeth dug bloody gouges out the top of his skull and severed his left ear clean in half. But he wouldn't release, not if he had his way. His whole 150lbs flung to the side so she would either have to come with him into the fall of loose the skin off her shoulder, already his body was prepared to duck and roll so he could come back up. Ears remained flattened to his skull though his severed on flittered occasionally in annoyance as hot blood gushed from in. His eyes remained narrowed, jaws clamped as tight as possible, the whole right side of his body going loose to absorb the impact while his left legs propelled him to the side. Should he bring her with him he would either continue the fight on the ground, thrash her around from the shoulder and bring his legs into the mess, or if he lost that grip he prized so much now he would simply absorb the fall, roll and get to his paws immediately after so he could resume his attack.

Vixe v. Morgan for knock out

round 2 of ??

Attacks: Tried to readjusted his grip on her shoulder so he collected more of the meaty part then as she went to attack allowed the side furthest away from her (his right) to crumple while his Left legs threw his whole weight to the right. He will attempt to drag her to the ground with her or rip out a large chunk of flesh.

Defences: Ears flattened, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, right side of his body loose to absorb the shock of the fall, left side tense to propel himself, jaws clamped tight on his grip, tail out for balance

Injuries: 4 deep gouges from his eyebrows along his skull and a slit left ear, lots of blood.

Speech!

Cormalin

Cormalin had been pacing the borders daily since the small meet with Syrinx. Nothing would hold him back from fighting now. No one in Glaciem could be considered a possible ally anymore. Taurig was no longer a member there, instead being Tortuga?s new leader, and allied with Valhalla. Cormalin had known what he was doing when he had tried to find a way around fighting the lad. He stopped, head raised, testing the air that blew toward him. Immediately, his fur bristled. Glaciem. He didn?t stop to send up a howl, which would have given his position away to the opposition. He knew Valhalla, every inch of it, as well as he knew his own mind, and his paws found silent passage as he raced upwind toward the Glaciem wolves. The roar from Syrinx preceded his arrival, and he mentally gritted his teeth. The smell of blood was on the air. He forced himself not to pick a wolf and slam into them, instead coming to a stop abreast of the gathered Valhallans, settling into a loose, balanced stance, weight lightly resting in his hind legs, gathering strength for an attack or evasive move. Head was held low, ears folded back to his skull, his neck pulling back into forth rolled shoulders, the loose skin bunching up to provide a layer of protection under a further protective layer of thick, long fur, made thicker by fall?s coldness. He half closed his eyes, face expressionless otherwise as he waited for a wolf to make a challenge for one of his pack. Silent as stone. Then, the fighting started in earnest. He tried to hold himself back, waiting for someone to challenge for a member, and finally, it came in the form of a female marked strangely. Her eyes were on one of the Seracians. Bronze. Then the bark of challenge came. She was young, by her looks; he couldn?t smell her at all through the blood smells. She was also a full six inched shorter than himself. He would have the advantages of height, heft, and experience, on his side. He stayed stanced where he was, giving an answering bark, an acceptance of the challenge. ?Come at me then.? Fight Stats Cormalin vs Satis for Bronze Round: 1 of 3 Defenses: Settling into a loose, balanced stance, weight lightly resting in his hind legs, gathering strength for an attack or evasive move. Head was held low, ears folded back to his skull, his neck pulling back into forth rolled shoulders, the loose skin bunching up to provide a layer of protection under a further protective layer of thick, long fur, made thicker by fall?s coldness. He half closed his eyes, face expressionless otherwise as he waited for a wolf to make a challenge for one of his pack. Silent as stone. Attacks: None Injuries: None Out Of Character Notes: Time to Rumble. Wish me luck. A lot of it. Thank goodness Cormalin is highly experienced.

Bronze was oblivious to everything going on around him. That was the secret to success in fighting -- complete concentration, with no lapse in attention or variance in effort. Very quickly the stoic brute was launched into a viscous kind of frenzy, though he was clearly no bloodthirsty killer; this was simply his duty. And though he had changed so drastically from the fighter he used to be, quickly he found himself falling in line as his parted jaws collided with the side of her neck.

Despite his age, he did not lack strength. He had prepared for this war since he had been called, and Bronze was not one to back down in the face of a challenge. The woman he collided with had swayed just slightly to the left, but he clamped his jaws down quickly, rewarded with a less-than-gratifying mouthful of fur. It was enough to start the fight; he hadn't expected it to bring her down or cause much damage. If his move did either of those things, this would be a fight infinitely easier than he had expected. A snarl erupted from deep within the brute's chest as she shifted, balance quite steady, pushing her left shoulder into the side of his neck.

His balance was disrupted briefly, but he pushed his body into hers, even as she attempted to push him away from her. The feeling of hard bone and flesh against the tender side of his neck was unpleasant, but it was replaced quickly by the stinging pain of teeth beneath the crook of his left leg as she aimed for his side. The attack was a success, and yet he did not jerk away from the pain, despite his initial reaction to -- a seasoned warrior, he knew that torn flesh was not a pretty thing to deal with in the midst of battle. Instead he would dance with her, moving his head to the left as he threw his weight forward to aim for her ribcage, jaws parted and snapping. Biting down tightly, he would push further into her shoulder, aiming desperately for flesh and doing his best to avoid the pain that would be imminent. It was important he keep his head tucked down, trying to remain even with his back, though the dull pain of her shoulder against the side of his neck was entirely unpleasant. His tail lashed out behind him as adrenaline coursed through his veins, staying even with his back.


Bronze vs. Lova for Siege :: Round 2 / infinite



Attacks: aiming to bite at her left ribcage


Defenses: tail straight behind him, head still tucked down even with his back, pushing his weight against hers for balance




Injuries: a nasty bite landed on his side, soreness/bruising to the side of his neck where her left shoulder is colliding

An old male came upon her, defenses raised with the precision of an experienced fighter. He spoke, offering her a choice, fight or flight. Her hackles remained up, she wasn't going to let him think she was that easy to force to surrender. A twisted laugh bubbled from her throat. "As if I would surrender to you, old man." She growled, her lips curving up in a grin, baring her daggers for all to see. Just then, a female she failed to recognize appeared and leapt for the male, but was interrupted by another male, which led to the two of them beginning a fight beside them. "So, now that that's over." She muttered, her exotic eyes never leaving the man. She lunged at him, attempting to slam her body into the old man's chest. It was a bold move, one not expected by someone so small, so weak looking. It would be unexpected, though there was a great risk taken by starting off with such a move. Her head raised and her jaws parted in an attempt to snag his throat if the option presented itself. Her ears were flattened against her skull, her tail tucked firmly between her hind legs, and her eyes slitted in case he tried to blind her. She tensed her muscles to keep from being overly jarred by the impact if she hit the male's chest. She would not bow, she would not go down without a fight, and she would most likely earn some scarring for her loyalties to her Queen, no matter what happened. Raven vs Caerul for siege Defenses: Eyes slitted, ears flattened, tail tucked, hackles raised, muscles tensed. Attacks: Lunging towards Caerul, in an attempt to hit him in the chest, and her jaws are open and aimed to try and grip his throat if the option presents itself. Injuries: None so far. Speech,

Argent knew the rules of war, knew how it worked. As the body fell beneath her she moved away, crimson gaze placed upon all those present. There were outnumbered Glaciems, but the Queen could not help yet. No, she was ranked, and she had strategy. The Zaldun family was a family of knights, born with heart beats like war drums and blood filled with adrenaline, heads beaten with strategy until it stuck. Oh, she had strategy alright. There was a reason Isardis trusted her by his side, after all.
She moved away from the group, placing herself on the watch on the periphery of the battle. Legs spread evenly apart, limbs bending, weight evenly distributing, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, head lowered to align with her spine, neck scrunched, tail lashing out behind her, chin tucked, jaws parted, claws biting into the soil, toes spread, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back. She sighted Satis challenging for a man, and then another answering that challenge. The Queen wasted no time; the black man with the diamond on his head was to be her prisoner.
Lifting her head up, she sounded a claim upon the apparently ranked Valhallan, settling her head back into position a moment after. She was ready for what came at her, if it would come at her at all.

ARGENT vs. ???? for CORMALIN

0/??

Young she was, however foolish she was not. Determination coiled her clockwork to an extreme comparable to even the most experienced Veteran, and so far the gazelle-marked babe would stand undefeated. However her lineage had failed to grant her the thriving ego of her father, and although no doubts would be held for her own success, Satis? mind would roll free of over-confidence; shifting her weight eagerly as the approach of an ebony monster would encourage her mind to click into war-mode. Defenses would form amidst her structures; spine aligned, tail tucked, abdomen tense, hackles raised, golden gaze narrowed, ears pinned, toes splayed, balance equal, limbs square, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, chest lowered, claws gripping, muscles rigid. And almost hauntingly the youthful woman would allow her marked jaws to slowly unhinge, a shrilled whine escaping her throat as she grew anxious with thrill. Hastily she would begin to crawl forward, neck lowered as she stalked, gaze so fixated upon her opponent as the blades of golden jewellery flashed below her form. She would move to a lope then, rapidly attempting to close the distance between the mis-matched duo, so intent on approaching the man directly head on. She was small, and she was fast; the biggest mistake wolves made was misjudging her abilities. Brute strength didn?t always compare to wit. Paws thrashed at the earth beneath her, mind controlled, calculated; and just when the babe thought she was close enough she would send a sharp darting motion towards her opponents right shoulder, not aiming to contact, but to fool him, only to counterfeit and rapidly switch right; attempting to leap in one clean bound to the opposite side (Cormalin?s left). She would do her upmost best to remain with him no matter what, and whether he had fallen for her wits or proven sharp, Satis would point rigid shoulder towards the man?s left blade and with a single bound, launching confidently from her haunches, she would aim to crash into his fore-shoulder with her own and throw his balance. He had the superior weight, but the compact torpedo had velocity and the act of surprise. However she wasn?t quite satisfied; almost simultaneously to her shoulder motion she would swing her skull downwards, pointing crown slightly out to her right in an attempt to angle gaping jaws beneath the jutting of his left elbow, where ravenous canines would so ambitiously aim to clamp with a relentless power; to lock the bone beneath gleaming orifice and aim to then pull her skull upwards and outwards, aiming to topple his weight right-wards via the loss of his grounding, and simultaneously bend the elbow at an unnatural angle. Satis vs. Cormalin ? Round 1 of 3! For Bronze. Attacks: Satis lopes towards Cormalin and fakes left, quickly switching right (Satis POV) and aiming her jutted left shoulder at the blade of Cormalin?s left frontal shoulder; hopeful her fake had sent his weight to his right, and then attempting to push his balance even more-so right with the slamming. Almost simultaneously she would aim gaping jaws towards his lower left elbow, attempting to grasp tightly around the bone of his limb and pull upwards and outwards, ambitious to again topple his weight and also pull the elbow joint at an unnatural angle which could allow for dislocation or severe pain. Injuries: None, no attacks were issued first round.

OOC: This was accidentally edited on the 27th/after the challenge defaulted, when I went to take the post codes. Ignore the coding as I attempted to replace it with the original post.

As the boy's blood filled her maw, staining ivory teeth and fur, the woman couldn't find any remorse for drawing a young wolf's blood. All kindness for anyone that stood between her, the albino and his whore, was lost the moment Lovatt died. She would maim this boy if possible..and possible it was, she only need play her cards correctly. The moment Vixe's grip loosened to get a better grip, she pulled away giving him a weaker one. Sure she gained four more puncture wounds just as deep as the first, but now when he rolled to attempt to bring her down he wouldn't take a large chunk of flesh and fur. He would now take a smaller patch of mostly fur and little flesh. As he dropped into his roll Morgan braced herself so that when he pulled all he would take with him was a small patch of fur and an inch in a half of the surface of her flesh...deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to impair her left leg. A growl ripped from her throat as she felt her skin tear away from her shoulder and as blood stained the surrounding fur. It was nearly simultaneously that the ivory woman had turned back on the male. Immediately she noticed he had left his neck undefended she would have smiled but she was too busy trying to dig her teeth into it. She was faster than him, so she was at his side before he could get to his feet, but that didn't necessarily mean she would be able to latch on to the place she aimed for. If she got where she was aiming her teeth would dig into his throat and she would tighten her grip and shake her head as hard as he could until he either submitted or passed out. If she missed then she would get his skull again or his shoulder. Her previous defenses remained in place. Her ears were pinned to her skull her neck scrunched in as far as she could make it go but still be able to attack, her stance was wide and her tail was held close. Morgan vs Vixe Round 2 of ?? Attack: Darted forward as soon as Vixe no longer had a hold of her shoulder. Teeth are aimed and forced at Vixe throat however if she misses she will get either his skull or his shoulder. Defense: Her ears were pinned to her skull her neck scrunched in as far as she could make it go but still be able to attack, her stance was wide and her tail was held close. Injuries: 4 puncture wounds in her shoulder, between those puncture wounds is a missing patch of fur and flesh that is NOT deep enough to keep her from using her left leg but deep enough to bleed. Speech,

just to clarify: dragon confirmed that seph is on the left of oddity.
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The babe?s heart pounded in her ears as she arrived at the hectic scene, positioning herself downwind from the militants as she gathered energy that would need to be utilized during the numerous battles she intended to win, observing the bloodshed from a safe distance with a maniacal gleam to her mismatched eyes. Targets were to be sought but it was not the feeble she intended to strike at, wishing to test her competence and eliminate potential threats to Amenti and their eager allies in order to earn her stripes. Pupils had gone unwavering from the proud form of a solo warrior on the opposing side, taking up the duty of observation just as the phantom had, strength evident in the machismo of its physique, immediately piquing the interest of the ambitious fiend. It was unknown to the adolescent of this russet-kissed canine?s prestige within the opposing pack ? how dangerous it would be for her to attack the presiding queen ? but even if she was aware, she would be that much more determined to see her falter at her oversized paws. Alas, that opportunity would be delayed, for it was then that the sovereign burst forwards adamantly, joining the fray with the ferocity of a lioness and causing the babe?s devious smirk to elongate across her countenance. ? Now we join the dance. Gaze trailed her russet-masked adversary as the babe rose to her paws, rage settling within the pit of her stomach as she watched the woman fling herself into a mix of multiple competitors, pupils angrily flickering towards the Amenti woman that had taken her desired opponent. It mattered little to the hellion, however, for she would receive her fill in no time; she had no doubt that the russet woman would reign victorious over the Amenti Overseer, and then it would be her turn to step up to the plate. For now, though, the babe intended to preoccupy herself with the pale warrior (Sephiroth) that had attempted to intercept the Glaciem male within the same jumble as the russet woman, elongated forelimbs attempting to propel her body at a sprint towards the rear of her chosen opponent at approximately a forty-five degree angle from his right haunch, strategically placing herself furthest from reach of the gargantuan brute (Syrinx) battling Oddity. Head would drop to shield her neck from grasping, drawing back some to bunch her neck and add further protection, her jaws unhinging and pressing against the curvature of her neck, incisors exposed and at the ready. Ears would paste against her crown and mismatched gaze would narrow to thinned but visible slits, shoulders rocketing forward to add layers of fat at the base of her neck, hackles raised to add further protection there. Finally, her limbs that had been spread equidistant apart would bend at the knee so as to lower her center of gravity, nails biting into the soil for traction, and her tail would tuck defensively against her stomach, prepared to the best of her own ability. If and once she managed to breach the personal space of her target (Sephiroth), the babe?s jaws would attempt to grasp towards the bottom of the male?s right-sided ribs, the pressure applied behind her bite hopeful in breaking the bones they targeted. But her jaw attack was not alone, and the babe would attempt to accompany it by seeking to throw her jutting left shoulder-blade into the male?s right side towards the center of his abdomen, intending to knock him off balance and gain the upper hand from the start. All the while, defenses would remain secured and her focus upon the fight maintained ? physically and mentally prepared for the impending duel. ARTEMIS vs SEPHIROTH for SIEGE move ONE of INFINITE ATTACK artemis sprints in from behind seph at a forty-five degree angle from his right haunch, furthest away from syrinx. she attempts to throw her left shoulder into the center-portion of seph's abdomen and her jaws seek to grasp and break seph's lower right-sided ribs. DEFENSE head lowered, neck bunched, jaws gaping, chin tucked, teeth exposed, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, limbs spread equally apart, knees bent to lower center of gravity, nails biting into the soil for traction, tail tucked INJURIES ---

He had been waiting, just seen out of eye site, for the perfect moment. He knew he held a high rank in Valhalla, and that meant it was his duty not just to fight, but to claim others as well. His eyes followed the grey and black woman as she barked her challenge against Cormalin, who appeared wrapped up in a battle. If she wanted him, then she would need to answer to him. Tail would lash out to align with his spine, ears would tuck, lips would curl, hackles would raise, shoulders would roll, neck would scrunch, and eyes would narrow. His knees would be slightly bent, his abdomen would be tense, toes would be splayed, claws would be gripping the earth, and with one final push out if his sitting position he would be off. He would rush toward the grey woman, and hope to accept her challenge while Cormalin battled the soon to be prisoner. With jaws spayed open, he would attempt to meet the woman head on, and from there his attack would begin. As he closed in on the woman, he would attempt to use his built up momentum and weight to slam into her. His right shoulder would jerk forward as he attempted to slam it into her left shoulder upon impact with the rest of his body. He simply wanted to cause minor pain and daze her. Following his attempted slam the man will splay his jaws wide open then lash his head forward, attempting to bite down on the left side of her face. He would angle his head slightly toward his right, because he was aiming to sink his teeth into a specific area on her face. He was aiming to sink his top fangs below her left eye, and his bottoms into the soft inner left portion of her jaw.(the inner part, after the jaw bone, but not directly in the middle) His chin would also tuck slightly so that she did not have access to his throat, and his hackles were still raised, and his neck was still scrunched to help protect the sides and top of his neck. Themisto vs Argent for Cormalin Round 1/3 Defenses: They are all italicized in the post. Tail would lash out to align with his spine, ears would tuck, lips would curl, hackles would raise, shoulders would roll, neck would scrunch, and eyes would narrow. His knees would be slightly bent, his abdomen would be tense, toes would be splayed, claws would be gripping the earth, his chin would also tuck slightly so that she did not have access to his throat, and his hackles were still raised, and his neck was still scrunched to help protect the sides and top of his neck. Attack(s): |attempting to charge a her, wanting to push all his weight into her|while charging into her, his right shoulder will attempt to ram into her left.|his jaws will splay and he will attempt to bite the left side of her face immediately after the ram, wanting his top teeth to bite below her left eye, and his bottom into the soft portion of her bottom jaw(after the jaw bone)| Injuries: None, first round. Speech,

OOC: Muse gave me permission to edit this so it does not default . Satis turned to Cormalin.

Caerul stared at the young girl that stood before him, unawares of the oncoming woman who was after him from behind. To Caerul's oblivious luck, his brother had come rocketing in from nowhere to aid his close-call ambush. At the sound of snarling and colliding bodies from behind, Caerul would turn briefly to catch his brother colliding with another woman. A gasp of surprise and shock escaped his lips as the realization that he nearly got ambushed hit. He would turn to face the girl again, knowing that his brother would be able to handle his own for now. It would seem that the girl had noticed as well, just as surprised as he was. Green eyes narrowed to the girl and his ears would flatten moments after, however, as her words would attempt to beat him. He would remain calm, though his defenses would remain intact as he ignored her childish words. Caerul narrowed his eyes and his ears fell back, hackles raised and his chin was slightly lowered over his chest as he watched the girl leap towards him. Caerul readied a stance by widening his legs a little and digging his claws into the dirt for traction as he prepared to take on the girls challenge. He knew she had only attacked out of fear, and Caerul would not blame the girl for taking such actions. After all, if he was in Amenti he would be driven to such matters as well. He braced for impact, a slight sigh escaping inky lips as he moved slightly to his left and turning his shoulder slightly to Raven for her to bump instead. He wasn't hurt all that much from the impact, just enough to where it would nudge him and leave a minor bruise. Caerul's jaws opened in retaliation, and he would dip his head down as his upper canine grazed her muzzle at an angle. He felt his tooth graze through flesh, and he himself would flinch inwardly. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it, and his aim here was to render her unconscious to avoid major damage from someone else. As quick as a flash, Caerul would plant his teeth into the folds of her scruff, whipping his head the opposite way and yanking her back the opposite way to toss her away from him. He would release his grip at the end of his brief toss, watching as Raven flew a yard or two and landing on her side, her head coming to meet a rock in a dull thud. Worried, he quickly went to her side and inspected her to make sure she wasn't dead, and to his relief she had been rendered unconscious like he hoped. "I'm sorry, but it's for your own good young one." he murmured as he returned his attention to the battles at hand. Satisfied that the young girl was now out of harms way, Caerul turned about to aid his brother in battle against the Glaciem woman. Green gaze flicked over to his Father Cormalin, and he felt the urge to go and help him, but he knew that with his rank he would not be allowed to. Not unless he was of higher rank, and to enter the fray would mean bad things in this fight. Instead, he would move forward to close the gap between he and his brother's opponent. With curled lips, flattened ears, and narrowed his tail streamlined behind him like a rudder, aligning with his spine as his head lowered over his throat. Shoulders thrusted forward to add protection to his neck as he bunched his scruff. Hackles rising as he made his way towards her. Seeing the position his brother had the woman in and the damage that both had already taken, Caerul figured that this fight would end soon enough. Either the Glaciem girl would be discouraged, or pass out from the injuries. He saw Alsander's intent to force the woman to immobilization, and though he disliked fighting unfairly, he would do it for his home and family anyways regardless whether it was a war or not. He lowered his head down as he thrusted his body forward, jaws opening as he aimed to grab the woman's right hind leg in his jaws. She was under his brother, thus Caerul would use her position to his advantage. It would seem that she couldn't move very much at this point, unless she was able to squirm her way out from underneath his sibling, though that wouldn't be easy. At this point, he wanted to let Glaciem know that Valhallans were not weak fools, and they would take out as many of them as the possibly could. This one being an apparent demonstration to any who witnessed. If he landed his attack, then he would hold the thinnest part of her leg(Near the first joint?) and yank back with force, hoping to tear the tendons in that delicate part of the leg. He would only do this attack, due to the fact that if he tried anymore then he would have to duck his head under his brother and he certainly didn't want to get in the way too much. Caerul & Alsander Vs. Raven & Renesme for Knockout Round 1/Infinite Defenses:||Before Raven KO|| Eyes narrowed, hackles raised, head lowered over his chest to protect his throat, legs spread evenly for balance, toes digging into ground for traction, braced for impact and moved slightly to his left to avoid a full on collision.||After Raven KO||curled lips, flattened ears, narrowed eyes, His tail streamlined behind him like a rudder, aligning with his spine as his head lowered over his throat. Shoulders thrusted forward to add protection to his neck as he bunched his scruff and hackles raised. Attacks: ||Before Raven KO||Caerul's jaws opened in retaliation, and he would dip head head down as his upper canine grazed her muzzle at an angle. As quick as a flash, Caerul would plant his teeth into the folds of her scruff, whipping his head the opposite way and yanking her back the opposite way to toss her away from him. He would release his grip at the end of his brief toss.||After Raven, during his attempt towards Renesme||He lowered his head down as he thrusted his body forward, jaws opening as he aimed to grab the woman's right hind leg in his jaws. If he landed his attack, then he would hold the thinnest part of her leg(Near the first joint?) and yank back with force, hoping to tear the tendons in that delicate part of the leg. Injuries: Possible minor bruising on his right shoulder. KO's Achieved: 1/5 OOC: Was given permission by Denden to PP Raven in this fight to KO her for her safety. Also given permission to edit as witnessed by THE JUDGE. Speech Thought Others

Blood red eyes would watch silently from her perch as her kin would leap away from their lookout. Satis would hurriedly find her place among the fighting, but Impra would hang back for only a few moments longer. Her hawk like gaze would end upon the form that would battle her queen. Surely even if he accomplished his ultimate goal in the end she would present him to her father. With a snarl her body would be flung towards the chaos. She would feel her body begin changes as she readied herself for the coming battle to unfold. Bleached audits would fall to her tiara, as her crimson eyes narrowed before the battle. She could feel the incredible muscles in her abdomen begin to flex as long legs would bring her into conflict. With a quick halt her head would lower as her chin was tucked and her shoulders rolled. A low growl would rumble in her large chest, as it grew louder and more menacing she would end it with a loud bark to issue her challenge. Like Satis she would not speak, but instead wait for her opponent to surface. She would take the tailless man for her own. Impra vs ______ for Themisto round 0 of __ Speech,

Midnight had been sleeping on the outskirts of the pack dens neither accepted nor rejected she had felt out of place. She had woken to the scent of blood on the morning air and her teeth where shown in a snarl so today would be the day. Pushing to her feet she watched as the others had streamed from the dens off to war and hesitated for a moment one last chance she could back out now and sure she would never be able to come back to Valhalla but she would be safe, 'I?m tired of safety,' she thought launching into a run, 'better by far to die fighting,' this was a new side of her one she had not seen for many years, with head low, ears pinned back and teeth bared she ran with the others, and the fight called to her. The small black dame was ready, pausing on the edge of the fight she watched a moment, teeth flew everywhere trails of blood dancing in the air as skin tore yeilding beneath the tooth an claw of enemy and allie alike.

The fur on midnights body began to rise making her appear slightly larger, her teeth where bear, white daggers seeking flesh and her claws dug firmly into the earth, she lowered her head enough to cover her throat and as a snarl ripped from her jaws she lunged into the fray, her banner was tucked near her body as her golden eyes searched for a target. Some of the glaciems where yet to enter the fray and it was to them that she called her harsh cry ?come get me you pups?. Standing in the middle of the carnage she remained alert, ears tucked, the sound was reduced but she had always relied more on sight and smell, and her narrowed golden orbs swept the battle field. Wolves passed in a wirl of colors but she focused only on the ones coming towards her.

Midnight Vs. ??? for Seige or maim

Round 0/Infinite

Defences:| Eyes narrowed, hackles raised, head lowered over his chest to protect his throat, claws digging into ground, low centre of gravity, flattened ears, tail tucked.

Attacks:: None

Injuries: None

KO's Achieved: 0/5

OOC:None

Edited to space out text.

The worthless fucking bitch... She moved only slightly but his grip shouldn't have been impaired, haunches coiled and curled to follow her back but for SOME REASON every hit he intended to land was only giving minimum damage and once again only four pathetic puncture wounds landed. Even as his entire weight was tossed to the side and she shifted away from him somehow she thought she could follow his momentum by sprinting after him. His velocity took with him little more then a mouthful of fur and some drops of blood and he couldn't help but snarl and snap at the air in anger and rage, blinking his own blood from his eyes as his ear continued to flutter and throw droplets of blood everywhere. He saw her charge, saw her teeth coming for his throat but all he did was continue his roll, kicking out at her with all four paws at her face, scratching and clawing with his forepaws and launching a vicious kick at her jaw with his hind paws. He felt contact, a tooth scraping against the bone of his front right shin as he fended her off but other then that she achieved no grip and got nowhere near his throat. Needless to say she didn't catch him before he flipped over and rolled easily to his paws. Even as he was landing he was springing again, haunches coiling beneath him to launch himself at her once again low and fast even though their proximity was closer now. He kept himself loose, limbs bent with practiced ease and stance wide so he could get lower and keep himself centred and balanced. He would expose the top of his neck to her, give her a clear opening, as he charged in to grab at the stupid shoulder, lower now closer to her elbow in an attempt to either puncture the inside of her leg or get a full on grip. He wanted blood to flow and now he no longer wanted her knocked out, he wanted her dead.... His spine was arched once more with abdomen tightened to get himself more compact and his head lower to the ground. Neck was scrunched and his shoulders were forward slightly and hunched so if she did force her rage down on his neck and shoulders all she would really get would be loose folds of skin, fur or superficial muscle. He kept his skull protected, at an angle where even if she tried she couldn't get at his face. But even with that protection his eyes remained narrowed and his ears remained flattened to his skull. Should she sidestep either way he would move with her and if nothing else look to ram a heavily muscled shoulder into her chest with enough force to crack a few bones, wind her or throw her backwards so he could continue to bite at whatever piece of flesh he could find and grab hold so he could rip the bitch limb from limb.

Vixe vs Morgan for knock out


Round 3 of ??

Attack: Continued to roll, kicking out at her face when she tried to get close. Once he got up he ran at her, low and fast in an attempt to grab at her left armpit (the same one he was attacking before) higher up close to her chest. Should his teeth miss he is looking to slam his shoulder into her chest and force her back then continue to snap at her left side and find a grip on any piece of flesh he can find.


Defence: Back arched, abdomen tucked, legs bent, stance widened and stable, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, shoulders hunched, neck scrunched and chin tipped down though his head if closer to the ground.

Injuries: 4 gouge wounds on the top of his skull and a split ear thats bleeding like crazy. Also a superficial flesh wound on his right front shin.

Speech!

Notice to Renesme, Raven, Caerul, Alsander

Caerul vs. Raven became Careul vs. Raven AND Renesme when Renesme attacked.
Alsander's attacking of Renesme simply joined him into the fight; you are all engaged in a single 2v2, NOT two 1v1 matches.

Confirming, this is now: Caerul and Alsander vs. Raven and Renesme!

Please be aware of this for future posts.

The woman had expected to land a grip on his throat but instead took a hard kick to the right side of her face. She felt one tooth make contact with his right front shin as she stumbled a few steps to her left. Shaking her her head and snarling, she was ready to draw more of his blood. The warmth of her own blood running down her leg staining ivory fur a bright crimson. Her stance widened, ears pinned once more tail, held close and her neck scrunched back up. She would not allow this boy to win. By the time she had regained her balance the dark grey bruit was after her again. She moved but not quickly enough as his jaws closed on her side just behind her left leg. She was thankful then for her thick fur coat as it had kept him from breaking a rib or two, but just barely. The warmth of her blood was felt the moment his teeth made contact and the red was visible only seconds later. A yelp escaped that was soon drown out by a snarl as she stumbled back a few steps to her right before regaining her balance. She had nearly been knocked over. She tried to snap at his face but couldn't reach it. She had to make a fast decision, for for his upper leg, his shoulder or his neck. She chose his upper leg. The pain in her left side only got worse as she forced her jaws at his upper leg. Hopping for a good enough grip to break or at least rip away muscle and ligaments. Morgan vs Vixe for knock out Round 3 of ?? Attack:she forced her jaws at his upper leg. Hopping for a good enough grip to break or at least rip away muscle and ligaments. Defenses: Her stance widened, ears pinned once more tail, held close and her neck scrunched back up Injuries: 4 puncture wounds in her shoulder, between those puncture wounds is a missing patch of fur and flesh that is NOT deep enough to keep her from using her left leg but deep enough to bleed. Just behind her left leg over her ribs is a full on bite deep enough to make her not want to move her leg but not enough to keep her from doing so, left ribs are bruised but not quite broken Speech,

Frustration and rage was beginning to rule the young boy's actions, strategy and intellect suddenly tossed out the door as bloodlust and pure carnal rage took over. He had sparred before multiple times but this was the first time actually battling another wolf, actually wanting to ruin someone's life and to completely destroy them. It was beginning to take over his mind, his vision going a hazy red as he stared at the woman. The bitch would die, if he had to spend the rest of his days fighting her he would make sure that he would leave a memory of himself in her flesh. He wanted her to go to sleep at night with nightmares of him, he wanted to be that beast that everyone feared, that mothers told stories of to keep their pups in at night. Green eyes flashed with a new found fury and rage. All love for Azalea was gone, all reserve over Isa's methods fled from his mind. Now all he wanted was to cut this bitch down and to move on to wreak havoc on the next poor soul to cross his path. The sounds of battles around him raged on but now they were all but drowned out by the harsh sound of his heartbeat in his ears. All he wanted was blood.

She slid to the side and his jaws connected with flesh and bone, it wasn't his intended target but it would do so the monster would clamp his mouth shut as tight as he could around the meagre flesh he had gotten purchase on, digging into the flesh. It was then that he would begin shaking his head savagely, putting his whole body into it with the sole intention of ripping as much flesh from her bone as he could so he could dislodge himself from her. He was pulling away and thrashing about so he didn't think it through, maybe that was why she had found that opening to his leg. But her teeth only found a grip above his elbow, around the meat of his shoulder, putting her lower then him now that his mouth was free. Her jaws tightened, looking to tear muscle away but thankfully it held. It would hurt tomorrow but for now between the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the heavy layer of compact muscle there was little damage she could do. But still blood poured from the new puncture wounds she opened and he snarled as he whipped his head around, mouth dripping with blood now, and went once again for her face. She was attached to him, latched to his shoulder so her rolled that shoulder forward and forced his mouth downward towards her. He would attempt to grab onto the top of her muzzle and pry her off of him, break her nose and face if he had to. Of should that fail he would once more go for her scruff or shoulder, somewhere meaty with a good grip so he could physically lift her off of him. Once again his stance was widened, back arched and stomach tucked while his tail lashed out behind him for balance. Ears remained pinned to his skull with his eyes narrowed, the current angle of his attack forcing him to scrunch his neck and tip his chin down at an awkward angle to make his throat nearly inaccessible.

Vixe v Morgan

Round 3 of ???

Attacks: Threw his shoulder that Morgan is latched onto forward to try and make Morgan's face more in striking range and then arched and curled his neck around to try and bite down on the top of her nose and break it or to try and get a grip on the scruff of her neck or her shoulder

Defences: Stance wide, back arched, stomach tucked, tail behind him, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, neck scrunched and chin tipped down.

Injuries: 4 gouge wounds on the top of his skull and a split ear thats bleeding like crazy. Also a superficial flesh wound on his right front shin. As well as 4 deep puncture wounds on his left shoulder and some bruising from her other teeth along that shoulder too. Leg still usable but he will limp for a while after the adrenaline wears off as the muscle will be pulled and damaged slightly

Speech!

The dance would continue, the two seasoned fighters locked in short bliss. Only a small smile appearing on her features as he took the attack well, her cyan eyes looking over him. Her toes splayed and kept into the dirt, ears pinned to the back of her skull, and her eyes narrowed keeping locked on the brute. As he pressed against her and aimed for her left rib cage the lady let out a painful growl, suddenly jerking her head to the right in an attempt to tear off flesh on her own accord but refused to move from her spot. If she had succeeded in ripping off flesh, she would stand her ground, back paws pressing into the dirt. Lova stretched her neck aiming in an attempt to latch her own jaws on his left rib cage. They would lock in this dance, continue it, as she pressed her center weight forward. Even if she couldn't reach his rib cage she attempted to bit at any flesh on his side. Tail at spine level as a deep growl grew in her chest. All defenses set as she waited for his next move. 2/Infinite v bronze for siege Attack:; Trying to tear off flesh from his shoulder, and then while pressing forward she aims for his left rib cage as well. Defense:; Ears pinned to back of skull, tail at spine level and toes splayed. Shoulders rolled inward giving up the scrunched scruff defense to go for his rib cage. Weight pressing onto him to try and avoid him getting to her scruff. Eyes narrowed. Injuries:; Half inch deep wound to her left rib cage, missing fur to left side of scruff. Speech,

The moment blood filled her maw, she shook her head viciously. She wanted nothing more than to disable him. Sadly all she did was bruise him and leave a few punctures where her canines dug in. She could sense how high his rage had gone...so far that he would stop thinking logically. This would work in her favor, for the greatest weapon is your mind and without it you die. Morgan new just how much lower this placed her than the boy. And when he let go, he did exactly what she wanted him to do. He went after her muzzle. Waiting until the last second, she jerked her head back coming away with a few scratches from his upper teeth on the top of her muzzle. They bubbled with blood, and oozed a bit but it was no more than a sharp sting on her nose and would later be no more than scars. Her lover was dead. Everyone that had ever loved her had left or died, and no one would ever have her now as she couldn't bear children. Her life, in her eyes, no longer mattered. The only thing she had left to do was rip apart the two wolves who had taken the last bit of her heart from her. She would fear no one not even death itself, but she would not rest until she drew the blood of the albino and his whore. This boy was merely an obstacle in her way. Vixe's lunge for her nose had been a fail, so the back of his neck along his vertebra had opened up to her. That was her new target, if she had to break his neck she would. Lunging forward she opened her jaws wide, aiming them for the back of his neck, the base of his skull. If her jaws made contact her left paw would find a shoulder and the right would find the side of his head to keep him from being able to get at her stomach, her hind end would stay far enough away that he wouldn't be able to grab them. If she missed his neck she would get his head or shoulder and her paws would land in slightly different places. Morgan vs Vixe for knock out Round 4 of ?? Attack: She goes for the vertebra at the base of his skull with the intention of breaking his neck or making him submit. If he moves then she may latch on to either his shoulder or his head. Defenses: She intends to put a paw on his shoulder and head to keep him from getting to her neck and stomach. Her hind end stays out of his reach so that he cant get her back legs or tail. Injuries: 4 puncture wounds in her shoulder, between those puncture wounds is a missing patch of fur and flesh that is NOT deep enough to keep her from using her left leg but deep enough to bleed. Just behind her left leg over her ribs is a full on bite deep enough to make her not want to move her leg but not enough to keep her from doing so, left ribs are bruised but not quite broken. Three scratches run along the length of her muzzle Speech,