New environment. New home. New opponents, as long as there are some to find. Iscariot's gaze is careful, as she arrives on the battlefield. A quiet winter's afternoon, stark and chilly. It's fine. She can deal with the cold, she can handle the weather. Iscariot is undeterred, gaze scanning the horizon in all directions. Quiet. Far too quiet, in a way that seeps in and unsettles her straight to the bone. Without wasting more time, the girl tips her head back, calling for an opponent. Calling for anyone in the wasteland that would come to match her, come to take her on. It's well past time to start testing her skills against the locals.

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She's traveling Eastward, but stops at the familiar battlefield on the way to her destination to better stretch her muscles. Just in time, too, since she heard the call of someone looking for a challenger. The young bear approaches someone small, someone miniscule. Tilting her head, she's used to seeing wolves that are practically the size of pups. Many of those in her adoptive family were as small as this woman, if not close to it anyway. Amber gaze isn't unkind, friendly, but guarded. The scent on the woman's coat is foreign to her, but also like something she should recognize. Something in the back of her mind told her she should know this, but she couldn't quite put her paw on it. "Where do you hail from?" She questions, readying herself in a battle stance as her intention to spar the woman is also clear. She'd give her the first move if she so chose. "Speak"

Iscariot's expression is hard, cold, as she gazes at the fucking bear. Though they weren't uncommon this far north, they usually don't have the gal to actually speak. Bristling as the beast appears, and fixing her with narrowed eyes. Ears flattening back against her skull, taking a step backwards and allowing her hackles to raise down her back. There's no hope in her looking large, but her expression is intense. Dire. She has questions, none of which Iscariot plans to answer. Why would she give away her permanent location to a predator? Were there more of her? Though she's the smallest of the Syndicate ranks, she won't paint a target on their backs. "Noneofyourfuckingbusinesstan," words dripping venom. As good a spar as any, and if she meant to kill Riot, she probably wouldn't be giving the first move. Off like a shot, Iscariot rushes the beast head on. Reaching for the pale creature with her teeth, diving for her ankles. Seeking the tender joint, teeth flashing as she snarls and snaps. Close quarters with this severe a size difference would probably be alright, putting herself underfoot. Really, Iscariot wants to spare herself a nasty bite, is all.

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Iscariot vs Saga for spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Toy size
Build: Light
Companion 1: Female honduran white bat; 4" wingspan (perception)
Companion 2: Male honduran white bat; 4" wingspan (perception)
Skills: Master Hunter & Advanced Fighter

Well, so much for pleasantries. Honestly, the tiny woman was being a downright...what was the word she'd heard others say before? Oh yeah, a bitch. Sounded about right. After all, what else was she to think with that sort of response? Saga narrowed her eyes and prepared herself for a fight, at this point she was sure that the tiny girl was most certainly going to attack, and she did. She shot toward the polar bear with a viciousness she wasn't used to, but Saga also knew how to fight back and return the energy. As the little girl dives for her ankle, Saga bellows as she approached in an attempt to make her flinch and rethink what she was trying to do. Lifting a massive paw, she aims to swipe at the woman, to hook her claws beneath her and send her flying across the ground and away from her, risking only a minor laceration from her opponents teeth. Saga vs Iscariot for Spar Round: 1/2 Age: over 1yr Size: Large species Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Rhino helm Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather armor Companion 1: Mini Polar Bear, Female - Battle Companion 2: Mini Polar Bear, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Raptor Dewclaws - Agility Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Knight Saga

And the winner is...

ISCARIOT

Due to not posting within the time limit, SAGA loses by default. They must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out.