Mika

Hey this place was pretty cool. After all he was having fun kicking all these bones around. He was a father now and how was he dealing with it. Well, he didn’t know how to feel so he decided to head to the boneyard. Mika trudged up a hill, narrowed eyes surveying the supposed battlefield. Toes spreading he took a look around. Thank gods he could be put and about. He didn’t want to risk getting rusty, too many losers who depended on him now. To him that actually wasn’t so bad.

Mika grinned raising his head in a howl. A summoning for a friendly spar. Mika couldn’t think himself soft hearted. That would never happen, but for now he pushed the confusing emotions away. Getting ready for a thrill of a fight. It would ease him and he couldn’t get complacent. Mika’s ears twitched looking straight ahead as he waited.

The viking king was always ready and raring to go-- it's part of his charm. It's part of his brilliance. It's part of all the things that make him the bloody and brilliant king he is. With long strides that seem to eat the ground beneath his feet, the man arrives on the battle field. Drawn in by the sound of a call, by the beautiful day, by the violence that seemed to rest inside his bones. It lives there, just as he does. Coexists. Always right beneath the surface, always ready. An undercurrent of gore and something far worse just beneath the surface.

Víðarr drew to his full height as his opponent faded into view. At his flanks, his companions echoed his confident posture. Closing the distance, coming to rest opposite the challenger, Víðarr's icy gaze fell down upon the stranger. Something smelled maybe a bit familiar, but the viking couldn't place it. He couldn't be assed, either. There was a fight on the horizon. A bit of a wild, unhinged glimmer in his eye, he offered a smile to the strange. "Did you come to fight, or just like to yell?" He chuckles, squaring his stance. Something wild had come alive in him today.

"Víðarr"

Víðarr vs Tanelan for dominance
Round 0/?
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Companion 2: Tawny owl, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Mutation 1: Blood shooting from eyes - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Mika

A grin spread across his face when his call was answered. Wasn’t that monkey, what was his name, Kaiju hanging around. Mika sort of hoped so it would be fun to have a little surprise in this fight. Mika couldn’t help but to laugh at the man’s question. "A little bit both I guess, come on big boy make it worth our while." oh he loved the idea of trying to beat this giant into the dirt. Overflowing with his own confidence the fiery rage inside him clicked on. Spreading toes evenly among the terrain, his hackles rose and his tail leveled with his spine. Ears pinned to his skull his eyes narrowed and then he took off on his back legs attempting to quickly close the distance between them.

Mika jutted out his right shoulder, aiming for his opponents right side of his chest. At the same time Mika’s jaws opened then aiming to strike at Vidarr’s right shoulder where it met with his neck. Aiming his upper jaw towards his neck and his lower jaw towards the top of his opponent’s chest. Strike fast and strike hard, that’s what he said.


Tanelan vs Vidarr for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 yr
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Capuchin, Male, 22"
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

A low, ominous chuckle echoed from the chest of the viking king. Confident. The creature before him wanted to be confident. Víðarr allowed a grin to drip over his expression, hackles rising in return. Something seems to have gotten under the stranger's skin. It's odd to watch it spring to the forefront. Was he facing down a madman for seemingly no reason? Too soon to tell. Then there's the viking king, shadowy and imposing. Ancient, brilliant things beginning to flicker to life. Embers, stoking to a flame. Icy expression hardening, he rushes to meet his opponent with devastating force.

With intent to sunder, he meets the creature's jaws. Slamming forward-- if the creature before him wanted to bite, let it. The pain brings him to life, adrenaline coursing through his system. In retaliation, Víðarr strikes out wildly. His jaws snapping, teeth glimmering in the sunlight. He wants the tender flesh of the challenger's face beneath his teeth. From high above, his owl companion dives in to strike. Her razor sharp talons seek purchase on the top of the stranger's head. Víðarr would do what he could to remain closely in step with his opponent. The closer he stays, the better his chances at maintaining control, in his mind.

"Víðarr"

Víðarr vs Tanelan for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Companion 2: Tawny owl, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Mutation 1: Blood shooting from eyes - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Mika

Oh how he loved to fight, it was a fun game to him. Against a big guy like this too Mika was in fighty heaven right about now. Just begging for the pain to be brought onto him and for him to do the same. He was happy that his opponent seemed to share this want after all Mika talked more through fighting than he did with his words. His bite landed and the giant went in for his face. Mika jerked his head down feeling the fur on his ears tear from the massive jaws, in the back of his mind he was screaming that this guy was too hot for him.

What he didn’t expect was a god damn bird to come down. Mika attempted to turn his body to the right swinging his back hips the birds claws gripped his left shoulder leaving small scratch marks as blood welled at the sight. At the same time Kaiju came running. The monkey attempting to jump onto Vidarr’s shoulder with a ferocious bite. Excitement bubbled in him Mika aimed to hook his right leg around Vidarr’s ankle in an attempt to trip the giant, yet the close quarters were fun. Mika’s jaws opened and he attempted to bite at the middle of the man’s right forelimb aiming to tug back towards Mika’s own chest. Yes… more.

Tanelan vs Vidarr for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 yr
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Capuchin, Male, 22"
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

It's with ramping brutality that Víðarr lashes out. There is nothing to keep him contained, no reason to retain control. A stranger. He can cause harm to a stranger. This is practice. The best way to practice? Test your limits. The viking king allows his control to slip around the edges, allows the unsavory things to take hold. This is how the gods had willed it, no? Víðarr would make them proud. A snarl rips from his throat, and he makes to force his way farther into the stranger's space.

Savage and shining, he's a berserker in all his glory. The viking king throws his shoulder into the mottled thing before him. It's purple and fetid, not unlike bruised flesh or less-than-fresh bloated corpse. Rallying harder into the creature, he can feel the hook of a leg around his ankle. Víðarr finds himself pulling the metaphorical gloves off, snarling, snapping as he drives into the stranger. His aim is to do as much harm as he can, now. Coming to life, the viking king can feel it. He wouldn't topple, he wouldn't fall, but he can feel the-- ew. Foul creatures, monkeys are. Vaguely, he recognizes a flash of black and white fur, coming to handle things. Good boy Fisk.

The bruiser moves to throw his broad, bulky shoulder into the walking bruise. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, allowing the pressure to build. Upon opening them, the viking king sprayed blood forth. A deep, menacing cackle echoing from his chest, he would seek with his teeth and his foreleg. Víðarr wants control. He wants to do damage.

The shadow king lives.

"Víðarr"

Víðarr vs Tanelan for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Companion 2: Tawny owl, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Karelian bear dog, female - Battle
Mutation 1: Blood shooting from eyes - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

And the winner is...

Tanelan

Víðarr must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Víðarr: Attack Roll: 18 Defense Roll: 7 Agility Roll: 19 Perception Roll: 54 Total: 98 Attack[18] + 75% Bonus[13.50]: 31.50 Defense[7] + 25% Bonus[1.75]: 8.75 Agility[19] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 19.00 Perception[54] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 54.00 Total[113.25] + 25% Bonus[28.31]: 141.56 Tanelan: Attack Roll: 81 Defense Roll: 64 Agility Roll: 59 Perception Roll: 31 Total: 235 Attack[81] + 10% Bonus[8.10]: 89.10 Defense[64] + 10% Bonus[6.40]: 70.40 Agility[59] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 59.00 Perception[31] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 31.00 Total[249.50] + 15% Bonus[37.42]: 286.93