Empousa made her way to the battlefield, she had an itch to scratch, and that the way to scratch it was a brawl. She wondered just who would come to face her today, she wouldn't hold anything back. Even though all she wanted was a friendly spar, it doesn't mean she wouldn't still cause a bruise or bite mark or two. Red eyes scanned the area taking it in and searching the grounds for an opponent. Not finding one within her line of sight she lets her head lift upon her shoulders and lets out a call searching for one. Then she would sit her ass down, and wait for her sparring partner to come. Ready to have the familiar taste of blood coating her mouth and the adrenaline rush that came with spars. "Speach"

Enyo’s eyes gleamed with cold as she stalked across the cracked dirt of the battlefield, her heavy frame cutting through the low mist like a blade. The air clung thickly with the scent of sweat and blood, just the way she liked it. Her daedric armor glistened in the sun as her gaze settled on a smaller figure. Empousa. The faintest curl tugged at her lip in disdain.

The scent of jasmine and metal clung to Empousa like a warning, but Enyo dismissed it, her nostrils flaring. Weak. It irritated her more than it intrigued her. It reeked of sweetness, like overripe fruit.

Figures she'd show up here. The thought dripped with annoyance, creeping into the corners of her mind. It wasn’t a coincidence. No, this gnat had followed her, she was sure of it. Enyo’s thick, velvety voice poured out in a low rumble, dripping with condescension. Enyo’s patience thinned. A growl rose deep within her broad chest, vibrating her thick neck and chest fur. Every inch of her screamed dominance, her presence bearing down on the much smaller wolf with the weight of a rolling storm.

She lowered her head slightly, just enough to bring her icy blue gaze level with Empousa’s. Her breath rolled out in a warm, steady huff as if warning Empousa to rethink her entire existence.

"You followed me here for a reason, didn't you?" Her voice dripped with smug amusement, daring the smaller wolf to deny it. "Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. Now let's see if you can survive it."

The grin melted from her face, replaced by a sharp, predatory focus. She took a deliberate step forward, her heavy paws pressing into the earth, muscles rippling beneath her dense, battle-worn fur. The battlefield welcomed her. The air was thick with the promise of violence, and Enyo thrived in it.

"Fight me." The command was simple, final, and left no room for refusal. Her daedric armor caught the light as she shifted her weight, every ounce of her formidable frame poised for the impending clash.

"If you can stand after this, I might even acknowledge your existence."

Her eyes locked onto Empousa's, her hues unrelenting glaciers. This was no playful spar. Enyo intended to put the irritating wolf firmly in her place, crushing any notion of defiance underfoot. And if Empousa thought her speed could outmatch Enyo's strength, she was in for a rude awakening.

Enyo’s grin returned, sharper, hungrier. "Come on then, little fly. Show me what you've got."


ENYO vs Empousa for Dominance
Round 0/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker



"SPEECH"

Her eyes soon landed on the beast she had now run into THREE times, this time was honestly just as shocking to Em as it was to Enyo. However, she let that feeling leave her in a shrug as the woman approached her, eyes trained on her. She was unsure whether she was excited about this spar or just mildly confused as to what led them to both be here simultaneously. As Enyo spoke of her assumptions once again of the woman following her, Empousa shook her head. "For once this meeting is not because I followed you truly, I was quite curious about who I could find to spar with me today! Although, I won't deny having you as my opponent will be exhilarating." It had been a long time since she had a proper battle, and the one thing she did know about Enyo was that at least she would give her that. So Empousa would return the favor and not hold back. "I do not doubt my survival." She would state, no smug cockiness or pride came with her tone it was just rather empty. As Enyo commanded her to fight, she nodded her head, stretching out her body before readying her stance. Her head and body lowered to the floor as she prepared herself. She knew that Enyo was strong, so she should keep herself light on her feet and try her hardest to avoid the front of the woman, especially her mouth. Her ear flicked in acknowledgment to the beast. "I promise to give you the best fight I can." She would say before pausing, taking in a deep breath, and then rushing the brute. Empousa aimed to come at Enyo's right, hoping to be able to reach her shoulder and throw herself up against her. If she succeeded she would likely bruise her chest on Enyo's shoulder blade, at the same time she would aim a bite at Enyo's neck, hoping to hit the spot just under her jawbone. Taking a moment, she would spread her back legs, seeking to get herself steady and balanced if Enyo tried to push her away. Her tail was flagged out behind her as an extra safety precaution. Her right limb would scramble to find purchase on the brute, attempting to hook her right leg over Enyo's side; not in hopes of toppling her, but to hold on and stay close and try to limit the amount of power Enyo could throw her way. Sometimes the fight would get to Empousa's head, drive her a little crazy and she would lose what sense of self-preservation she had. So far she couldn't feel herself slipping but who knew what would come. She was excited. "Speach" Empousa vs Enyo for Dominance Round 1/3 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty:

A low growl of satisfaction rumbled from Enyo’s chest as Empousa rushed in, aiming for her shoulder and neck. The smaller wolf was fast, she’d give her that, but speed alone wouldn’t win this fight. The moment Empousa’s shoulder made contact, Enyo braced, her broad frame absorbing the impact like a wall of stone. The instant she felt teeth graze beneath her jaw, Enyo twisted her powerful neck with a sharp jerk, aiming to deflect the bite and slam her thick skull against Empousa’s.

Without hesitation, Enyo surged forward using her size to press into Empousa, denying her any chance to gain leverage. The hooked leg clinging to her side was met with a crushing counter. Enyo shoved her weight hard to the side, attempting to pin Empousa against the ground with her broad chest, trying to cut off her mobility.

"You’ll need more than that," Enyo growled, her voice low and dangerous.


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ENYO vs Empousa for Dominance
Round 1/3
Age: over 1 year
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

"SPEECH"

Oh, fuck. Was the first thought that thundered into her head, moving as fast as she could to get her damn head out of the way of the incoming battery ram of Enyo. Emmy barely managed to throw herself back, twisting her head just in time to dodge the brute force aimed at her. The momentum she used had carried her a little further than she would have liked, giving Enyo more room than was ideal. Empousa preferred her fights close, where she could feel the head--the passion-- of the battle, where the scent of her opponent and their blood was heady in the air. But of course, Enyo wasn't about to let her recover. The larger bitch bore down on her, and before Emmy could fully regain her traction and footing she was slammed sideways. She barely had the time to brace for the weight of Enyo's body pressed down against her. Which was a situation she would have preferred not to be in. Empousa stopped herself from cursing out in anger. She could feel her lower half pinned beneath the mass Enyo was. Twisting underneath the brute, Emmy forced her body to move, twisting her torso as she jammed her back legs upward. Her back right leg was definitely gonna be sore from that, she could already feel the aching pain setting it. But at least she had freed herself. Her chest heaved as she narrowed her eyes at Enyo. "I will give you everything I have if you insist." She would growl, teeth clenched as she stared down the beast. While Enyo was lowering to the ground, assuming she had not immediately jumped up Empousa would try and climb onto the back of the she-wolf. Seeking to dig her claws into her rough fur to anchor herself, before trying to deliver a series of rough bites to the nape and back of Enyo's skull. Or really whatever she could reach, she was starting to become lost in the promise of blood and pain. "Speach" Empousa vs Enyo for Dominance Round 2/3 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty:

A savage grin curled across Enyo's maw as Empousa wriggled free. The woman had tenacity, she had to admit. The moment the smaller wolf scrambled onto her back, Enyo tensed. The sharp sting of claws and teeth against her thick fur was little more than an annoyance. Just like the mosquito she was.

With a low, rumbling growl, Enyo dropped her massive frame to the ground. She would then roll sharply to the side, aiming to crush Empousa beneath her weight like a boulder. "Off," she snarled, the command thick with authority and finality.

Whether Empousa clung on or not, Enyo followed through, snapping her jaws toward Empousa's exposed limbs, intending to grab hold and drag the smaller wolf back into her control. "You wanted everything? You couldn't handle it." Her voice was low, taunting, as she bore down with relentless force.


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Empousa vs Enyo for Dominance
Round: 2/3
Age: over 1 year
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker




"SPEECH"

What was with this woman and trying to crush her? Empousa clung tightly to Enyo, muscles burning with the effort to stay attached. Even as the larger beast pressed down with brutal force, she held on, though there were moments when she felt the pressuring daring-threatening-to flatten her. Her breath caught in her throat as she focused, refusing to stay pinned beneath her. As Enyo went for her limbs Empousa thrashed away, moving her leg back just in time to avoid the snap of Enyo's teeth. With a sharp, desperate, and almost instinctive motion, she lowered her head and lunged forward. Aiming to latch onto Enyo's face with her jaws. If she could grip hard enough, maybe it would make it harder-or impossible-for Enyo to grab at her legs again. The struggle was intense, just as the rest of their battle had been. Empousa's muscles screamed in protest as she balled herself up, gathering every ounce of strength she could muster, and heaved with all her might to get the beast's weight off of her. The ground scraped against her, and her body ached from the exertion, but she managed to get her off of her. At least for now. Hoping to keep Enyo on her back, she would try to jump onto her side, or stomach whichever was still facing her at this point. And then go for her face again, if Enyo must play rough then so be it; Empousa could give just as good as she received. At the least, she would show Enyo she is not as inept as she thought she was. She was not weak. "I can handle more than you think." she snarled through clenched teeth, her voice was rough and dangerous. There was no room for weakness here, not in front of her, and she was determined to show her opponent that she wasn't as fragile and meek as she might have seemed. Empousa knew, however, that she should assume this battle be far from over. As the seconds ticked by she could only rely on herself, and her resolve to endure and keep standing no matter the cost. "Speach" Empousa vs Enyo for Dominance Round 3/3 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty:

Enyo’s eyes narrowed as Empousa’s jaws latched onto her face, the sharp sting of teeth cutting into the black half of her muzzle. A feral growl tore from her throat, more annoyance than pain. Blood welled where Empousa's fangs dug into her, hot and slick, but Enyo didn’t falter. The sting ignited her further.

The she-wolf’s powerful muscles coiled beneath her dense fur, absorbing the smaller wolf's weight as Empousa tried to pin her. For a moment, Enyo let her opponent believe she had the upper hand...just long enough to set her trap. With a sudden, vicious twist of her neck, Enyo wrenched her face free from Empousa’s grip, feeling skin tear in the process. The copper tang of blood filled the air, but she welcomed it. Enyo surged upward like a beast unleashed.

"Not bad," she growled through clenched teeth, blood streaking her muzzle.

Without giving Empousa time to retreat, Enyo's massive forelimbs shot forward, wrapping around the smaller wolf's frame in a brutal grapple. Using her superior size and strength, she moved to yank Empousa into a crushing hold, her thick paws moving to pin her down with unrelenting force. A physical way to show her who Enyo was. Games wouldn't be tolerated anymore, Enyo would shove this woman into place.

With a low, predatory snarl, Enyo aimed to slam Empousa’s head against the ground, using her size to drive her opponent's momentum back into submission. Her blood-smeared muzzle hovered dangerously close, jaws parting to show the sharp glint of teeth.

This time, there would be no escape.

Empousa vs Enyo for Dominance
Round: 3/3
Age: over 1 year
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

And the winner is...

ENYO

EMPOUSA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: EMPOUSA: Attack Roll: 15 Defense Roll: 72 Agility Roll: 88 Perception Roll: 12 Total: 187 Attack[15] + 10% Bonus[1.50]: 16.50 Defense[72] + 5% Bonus[3.60]: 75.60 Agility[88] + 5% Bonus[4.40]: 92.40 Perception[12] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 12.00 Total[196.50] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 196.50 ENYO: Attack Roll: 75 Defense Roll: 2 Agility Roll: 87 Perception Roll: 3 Total: 167 Attack[75] + 85% Bonus[63.75]: 138.75 Defense[2] + 5% Bonus[0.10]: 2.10 Agility[87] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 87.00 Perception[3] + 10% Bonus[0.30]: 3.30 Total[231.15] + 25% Bonus[57.79]: 288.94

Empousa found herself pinned beneath Enyo, she was the clear victor in this fight today. And Empousa gave her the time to savor the win before forcing her head to move and to look up at the beast with a grin plastered on her face. "You won, now round two, Beast?" She would ask with clear excitement, she was enjoying their fights. Even if Enyo was mostly just proving to Empousa that she was not someone to be trifled with. She would wait for the woman to get off of her and give her an answer. The loss was not something that gave her embarrassment, but rather a need, and a desire to improve and to try again. The best thing yet is while she was sore, she was not tired. And she hadn't even gained a cut yet! The only one that had tasted blood yet was her; she could go again! "Speach"

Enyo loomed over Empousa, blood trickling from the gash across her muzzle. The weight of her victory settled heavily in her chest it was warm and satisfying, like a predator standing over its prey. She reveled in the feeling, her massive paws pressing down just a little longer, savoring Empousa's submission beneath her. This was where the smaller wolf belonged. Pinned, humbled, and reminded exactly who she was dealing with.

When Empousa grinned up at her, bold and eager, asking for another round, Enyo's lips curled into a smirk, dark amusement dancing in her mismatched eyes. "You’re either insane, or you don’t know when to quit," she rumbled, her velvety voice laced with a predatory edge. "I like that."

With a slow, deliberate step, Enyo removed her weight, letting Empousa rise. The ache in her muscles sang sweetly, a reminder of their clash, and the fresh sting of blood along her jaw only fed the thrill. She rolled her massive shoulders, the tension slipping away as she settled back into a ready stance, paws steady, head high.

"Fine, little flea. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything."

Her piercing gaze locked onto Empousa’s crimson eyes, the satisfaction of putting the smaller wolf in her place still simmering beneath her skin. There was no embarrassment in this victory. Only the sweet taste of control, of proving herself the superior force. And the fact that Empousa hadn’t broken or yielded easily made it all the more enjoyable.

Enyo shifted her weight slightly, paws spread and balanced, muscles coiling beneath her thick fur. "Come at me again, and I’ll put you right back where you belong."she growled, voice low and dangerous.

A grin spread across her face sharp, hungry. She relished the idea of subduing Empousa a second time, of driving home the lesson that while speed and spirit were admirable, strength and dominance ruled in the end.

She lowered her head, muscles tensing, ready for the next clash. "Whenever you’re ready, Empousa."


ENYO vs Empousa for SPAR
Round 0/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker


"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

Maybe this language was easier for them to speak, no words could be misunderstood. Empousa offered the woman a nod as she spoke, her eyes blazing with a determination that was not unlike that of a caged predator. Ready to strike out at any moment. "Maybe you can find out which one of those it is? I'm eager to show you." She let her tongue slide against her teeth after, offering the brute a playful wink although her body was rigid. It was unclear if she was flirting or being entirely serious, maybe it was both. The taunt of her being a flea was only too true, just like the pest she longed for the taste of blood filling her mouth. After all, how long does it take for the very essence of blood to crawl its way into your scent? Empousa stood up and shook her body, relaxing her tense muscles as she stretched her body out. Legs spread out, head lowered with her ears pinned against her head as she stared Enyo down. Her back legs pressed closer as if she were the spring in a gun about to fire. A small smile appeared on her lips as Enyo spoke again. "I look forward to finding myself beneath you again, Beastie.." It was a tease. Then she was gone- firing forward like a bullet, faster than she had been prior. It was something she would try to improve on, she wanted to give her opponent less time to react, to think, to feel. Unlike last time she would meet the beast head-on, not coming at her from an angle. She would seek to slam her chest straight into the beast, she knew Enyo would suck up the impact if the collision hit. That was not the point of it, however, she would use the momentum to send herself upwards, to place her front legs up against her, in between their bodies, if she could. And then she would aim a harsh bite at the woman's throat, hoping that the fact she always held her head so high would give her just enough time to land some sort of hit. Empousa vs Enyo for Spar Round 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Intellectual Specialty: "Speach"

Beastie?

Enyo’s eyes narrowed, gaze locked on Empousa’s playful wink, the subtle flirtation all too obvious... and utterly repulsive. Poorly timed. Wrong place. Any shred of intrigue she might have had evaporated the moment Empousa dared flirt with her. Enyo’s stomach churned with disgust, the smaller wolf's advances more irritating than endearing. Did this bug think Enyo would ever give it a second chance? Did she not find value in this attention Enyo was sparing but instead was greedy or stupid enough to think she was worthy of even a shred more?

"Stupid it is." she spat with venom, her expression hardening. Where others might find charm in such boldness, Enyo only saw idiocy. Attraction? No. That had vanished the day Empousa tried to flirt, proving she didn’t have a shred of sense or respect. Enyo was not interested in closeness, nor did she want anything from Empousa beyond a target for her pent-up frustration. A punching bag to abuse and beat. The smaller wolf wasn’t worth her admiration, only her scorn.

The fight with Redrum had left Enyo exhilarated and satisfied, an intoxicating blend of violence and understanding. This was just a chore. Empousa was a pest. A loser who was too stubborn to stay down. The only thrill here came from the simplicity of the beatdown. There was no deeper connection, no unspoken bond, just a fool too eager to throw herself into a fight she couldn’t win. For what? To be noticed? The imprudent desperation repulsed Enyo.

Enyo decided it was best to not entertain this tawny nuisance anymore. To not feed her desires with words. This woman wasn't even fit to scrape the Dunamis shit off the floor. She was worse than a fly, she was fucking maggot.

The direct approach was laughable. Enyo braced herself, thick limbs digging into the earth as the smaller wolf slammed into her chest. The impact rippled through her massive frame, but she barely flinched, absorbing it with the ease of a predator accustomed to far greater force. As Empousa's paws scrabbled for purchase between their bodies, Enyo’s lips curled in a sneer.

This again?

The moment Empousa aimed her teeth toward Enyo’s throat, Enyo acted without hesitation. Instead of pulling away, she surged forward, slamming her broad neck against Empousa’s mouth to deny her the angle she sought. The smaller wolf's teeth scraped uselessly against her dense fur.

In one fluid motion, Enyo twisted her head and snapped her powerful jaws toward Empousa’s exposed foreleg, aiming to wrench it away and throw the smaller wolf off balance. She’d have to pay for Enyo's time with pain.

Enyo snarled, shoving Empousa back with the brute force of her chest, her tone laced with cold amusement. "You're nothing but a fool! Too stupid to stay down, too weak to impress me."

There was no pleasure in this fight, only grim determination. Empousa was not Redrum. She was not worthy of Enyo’s thrill, not worthy of her respect. Not worthy of her sensuality that so easily flowed. Just another body to knock down and remind of its place. The dragon had half a mind to maim the woman. However today, despite its lack of, she would exercise patience.

ENYO vs Empousa for SPAR
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

"SPEECH"

Empousa's grin twitched, crackling under the weight of Enyo's insults. Something inside her broke-snapped-in a way she couldn't control. "Stupid?" She muttered, her voice tight, barely more than a growl. The word echoed in her mind, twisting her anger into something darker, stranger, more primal. Her whole body trembled, shaking with the tension rippling through it like a barely contained storm about to destroy everything in its path. "Stupid?" She repeated, lower now, the word trembling on her lips, not out of fear but with rage. Her head shook violently as she stared up at her, the slam into her mouth had drawn blood, and she could feel it trickling down her face. "You think that's..?" She didn't finish the sentence, couldn't finish the sentence. The flood of emotion was too great and overwhelming. She moved without thinking, driven by a raw, uncontrollable burst of rage. Empousa lunged again, not with precision but wildly, recklessly. Her body was reacting before her mind could catch up. The desire following was not for intimacy, not for closeness but for the need to taste the beast's blood. To hurt her. Emmie reacted to the bite before she felt it, pulling her leg back and free of the beast's mouth. She was relishing in the pain, in the blood rushing from the bite wound. And then her teeth snapped, aiming not at Enyo's throat but at the supple flesh and muscle of her chest, a fast, sharp bite. It was meant to make contact, to feel her there, underneath her teeth. The scrape of fur against her mouth wouldn't be enough. She needed to sink her fangs into her, this was about releasing the pent-up fury boiling inside her. She would tear back, falling back almost as quickly as she tried to bite her, her body jerking back with the feral unrestrained emotion coursing through her veins like a drug. The adrenaline controlled Empousa. "You think you can just dismiss me?" She spat, her voice a thundering snarl. "You think I'm some kind of weak thing you can just brush aside?" Her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. She didn't attack again, but her muscles were taut. Her body coiled like a spring barely held in check. Empousa wasn't thinking about tactics anymore; it was pure emotion driving her, every instinct screaming at her to keep pushing, to keep fighting, to keep TEARING. "I'll make you feel me," She hissed, her voice raw and shaking with something uncontained. "You think I'm nothing? That I'll just roll over for you? You don't know me." Her breathing was fast and uneven, and her eyes locked onto Enyo with a burning intensity. The playful banter was long gone since Enyo was a complete and utter bitch. She wanted to lash out again, but instead, she held herself back- just barely, her body trembling with the effort. She wasn't stupid; she knew she couldn't overpower Enyo, not like this. But the need to push, to defy, to fight was too strong to ignore. Her tail lashed behind her as she growled, the sound vibrating from deep within her chest. "Try to break me Enyo," she said, her voice low and dangerous, threatening. "I dare you" Her teeth bared, but she didn't lunge or lash forward. She didn't show any signs of attacking again..yet. Instead, she stood her ground, her entire body thrumming with tension, challenging Enyo to make the next move. Daring her to try and crush the fight that completed her, that was her. "You won't," Empousa sneered, the rage prevalent in her voice, "You can't." Empousa vs Enyo for Spar Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Intellectual Specialty: "Speach"

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from Enyo's chest as she watched Empousa unravel, her fury spilling over like a cup filled too high. It was a sight Enyo found both pathetic and amusing, a woman drowning in emotion, allowing it whip her into a frenzy. "There it is," she purred, voice thick with smug satisfaction. "That’s what I expected from you. Always a little grub playing at being a warrior."

She stood tall, towering over the smaller wolf, her eyes gleaming with cold condescension. Enyo sneered, her voice sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Do yourself a favor and save the tantrum for someone who cares." Enyo did not, Empousa was quickly becoming some sick and sadistic game that Enyo knew she would win at every time.

Empousa's snarled words, her trembling rage. It was all noise to Enyo, nothing more. Just the droning noise of a fool too stupid to realize when to quit. Enyo would scoff condescendingly, "Even roaches are notoriously resilient. That doesn't make them worth anything does it? Have you ever tried to squash a roach? When it does a weak attempt to defend itself. Doesn't make it any better, just makes it more of a hassle. The end result is still the same." Was she still going? Why did this woman feel the need to explain herself so desperately? Enyo didn't care to understand, nor would she ever understand allowing emotions to be thrown around.

How pathetic.

The satisfaction thrummed through Enyo’s body. This wasn’t a fight worth savoring. This was just control. The knowledge that she had broken Empousa’s composure with a few sharp words was far sweeter than any blood. "Losing yourself like that. That’s why you’ll never be more than this. A mess of feelings, begging to be noticed." she murmured mockingly, her velvety voice dripping with disdain.

Empousa’s defiance was laughable, a desperate attempt to reclaim power. Enyo let the smaller wolf stand there, trembling and seething as if it mattered. It didn’t. She was already beneath her. Enyo’s grin spread, slow and predatory. "You want me to break you, little fly?" she whispered, her voice low and mocking. "You’ve already done that yourself."

Without warning, Enyo lunged with precision and purpose. Her massive paws slammed down, aiming to crush Empousa’s front leg beneath her weight. Not enough to break bone, but enough to grind the smaller wolf into submission, driving home her dominance with brute force. If Emmy somehow broke free, Enyo would charge again. Extremely aggressive. Offense was her playing field.

Enyo leaned back slightly, her grin sharp and unforgiving, daring Empousa to fight back again. "Come on, flea. Give me one more reason to put you down."


ENYO vs Empousa for SPAR
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

And the winner is...

ENYO

EMPOUSA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: EMPOUSA: Attack Roll: 84 Defense Roll: 40 Agility Roll: 87 Perception Roll: 6 Total: 217 Attack[84] + 10% Bonus[8.40]: 92.40 Defense[40] + 5% Bonus[2.00]: 42.00 Agility[87] + 5% Bonus[4.35]: 91.35 Perception[6] + 5% Bonus[0.30]: 6.30 Total[232.05] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 232.05 ENYO: Attack Roll: 59 Defense Roll: 76 Agility Roll: 54 Perception Roll: 62 Total: 251 Attack[59] + 85% Bonus[50.15]: 109.15 Defense[76] + 5% Bonus[3.80]: 79.80 Agility[54] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 54.00 Perception[62] + 10% Bonus[6.20]: 68.20 Total[311.15] + 25% Bonus[77.79]: 388.94