One could say that the Valta Raitas was very much stubborn when it came to certain things. Especially something like this. He was supposed to be resting. Continuing the path of healing wounds which had taken their time to do so. Khranbari was becoming more and more restless and he couldn’t quite care about needing to stay still. It’s what brought him a ways from the pack lands. He wished to proceed with his training. To build endurance and muscle. However, what he didn’t prepare for was the pitter patter of hail. Snow no longer soft landing, but hitting his coat with taps from frozen ice. To say it wasn’t annoying would have been an understatement. It just didn’t stop him enough to want to turn back. If anything, he wandered further along the open path.

His legs were fairly healed. The open scars now molded over by dry skin. As well as the damage to his neck. Head turning to look around him. Eyes narrowed to better give Khran a way to see through the foggy hailstorm. He saw nothing that would bring him any attention. No one stood nearby or hid away that he could see and this brought a frown to his face. If no one was around, he’d call them to him. Pushing out a howl. Forced into the air and carried with an urgency through the harsh weather.
"Speech"

Tenshi was supposed to be home. There was much to be doing to prepare for the next season. They had survived the winter with... little casualty. Minus Celeste being kidnapped and Delphi being injured, everyone else appeared to be doing well. She looked forward to the others coming back from Ashen to visit, but also to the hope that she would be able to have pups soon. With that at the forefront of her mind, she wanted to get that restless energy out of her. Once she was pregnant with pups, she wouldn't be able to fight for awhile, and for a moment, that thought saddened her. She loved to fight so she went out for a few days, promising Vidarr to be back soon.

While the Battlefield typically had opponents for her to encounter, there were none this time. Perhaps it was the nasty weather that forced its way across the continent. She noticed it, sure, but chose to ignore it. Unlike some, Tenshi knew she could weather any weather. Simply put, she was made from the mountains and grew up around violent weather. It wasn't until her paws grew tired did she hear someone call out. Surprised that someone this far west was looking for an opponent, Tenshi turned to spy the grey-coated male off in the distance. As she did, the slowly falling snow turned to hail. Large chunks of ice plunked against her coat but it wouldn't bother her.

As she neared, her icy gaze sized him up. Though it was hard to see through the sheets of hail and wind, she could tell he was a fighter of some type with wounds that were still healing. "You wish to fight?"  Tenshi asked in her thickly accented voice.

"Speech"

wc: 292 = 525/1500

Khranbari’s features morphed into one of anticipation the moment someone stepped through the curtain of hail. Every piece of ice hitting his coat ignored. He didn’t care about anything; except, who now stood before him. Claws gripping the snowed earth. Sliding effortlessly across the surface to better embrace himself. Despite the size difference, he needed to ensure some type of grip. The weather gave no sign of letting up. Which meant that this fight would surely be an interesting one.

"A good spar never hurt anyone." His voice shouted across the area. Filling up the space between them. He gave a low growl that vibrated his throat. One full of play and longing. The fight had been beaten into him. He needed to fill the fangs of another. To slice his claws across someone’s flesh. Sounds of battle ringing out into the world for all to know what was taking place. He enjoyed every single minute in these scenarios.

Muscles tightened beneath his monochromatic coat. The winds roaring to life as he sent his body forward. Paws thudding with every step while closing the distance. An attempt to throw his chest into the other. In the same movement, jaws opened to snap at the other’s face. Aiming to latch onto the space where cheek bell met jaw.
"Speech"

WC: 221 = 746/1500

Tenshi lets out a low chuckle as the man responds. Ah, a good sport! She even shows a smirk as she continues to step forward. Ignoring the hail was indeed difficult. Not only did it douse her fur, but it made her muscles tight from the cold and her eyes squint against the pelting ice balls that smacked her face. Rather delusional to be fighting in these conditions, right? Not that it particularly mattered anymore. She had asked and he had responded so there was no going back now.

Giving her coat a quick shake as she rolled her shoulders back, she willed her muscles to loosen up some. Lowering her head slightly with her tail aligned with her spine, she watched as he bounded forward. Tenshi is quick to react. Bracing herself for impact, she stands at the ready. Her paws spread ever so slightly, her ears flattened against her head, and her chin slightly tucked so that her throat was protected and antlers were ready to deal some damage. Thankfully, her taller height would give her some advantage over the smaller male. Which to her seemed as if he didn't quite care as he came for a frontal attack.

As he shoves his chest toward her, she leans into it. He is successful in slamming into her legs, but she doesn't allow him to jump up for her throat. Instead, she aims to shift her weight to the left and raise her right leg. In that motion, she hopes to wrap her right leg around his left shoulder. Using her momentum to keep her going, she continues to push at his, at his chest, face, whatever is still being buried into her thick fur. If he doesn't move out of the way, Tenshi will try to slam him into the ground and pin him there.

"Speech"

wc: 307 = 1053/1500