show no mercy
12-13-2013, 10:23 AM
Basilisk Saxe had begun to learn that pure, unadulterated hate was not enough to win s fight. His revenge could not be enacted by pure rage and passion alone. Cataleya had wanted him to practice, and so he would, paws carrying his now full-grown form toward the battlefield. He had been here once before, but oh how he had grown -- and not just physically. In his first fight here, he had been arrogant and naive, but now he knew. Knew that he was no a skilled fighter, but would have to train himself to become one. It was the only way.
So he would raise his muzzle to the sky, parting his lips ever so slightly as a fierce call was released from his chest for an opponent. A fair rival, as Cross had been -- someone hopefully with little experience. It would do no good to fight someone who was completely helpless, nor would it be useful to fight someone with much more experience than himself. He would recline to his haunches, waiting the arrival of anyone who might be a worthy opponent.
12-13-2013, 08:42 PM
The yearling's eyes would dance across the horizon, eager and expectant. It was not long before his eager call was answered, and a slight smirk would curl the corners of his lips as the stranger approached. Behind his frame, his grey-flecked tail would stiffen as he sized up his opponent. Significantly smaller than himself, but that never meant much. She could easily out-perform him in speed or agility. His jaws would unhinge as he exhaled slowly. Considering. Waiting.
"A simple spar is all I request," he would explain firmly. "No maiming, and certainly no death." This woman before him did not seem at all like a seasoned warrior, and he deduced he had found the perfect match for a quick fight. To learn and to grow. "Ladies first," he would offer with a dip of his head, a cold chuckle escaping his throat, his smirk re-appearing only to face again a moment later. The boy would rise to all fours, coming to spread his weight evenly between each limb. His back would arch ever so slightly as he lowered his head, protecting his neck from any attack she might chose to throw upon him, and his tail would curl out to stand straight behind him for further balance.
Round 0 / ?
Attacks: N/A
Defenses: Legs spread evenly for balance, tail straight behind him for balance, and his head lowered to protect his chest & throat.
Injuries: N/A