Newly crafted weapon wrapped around his shoulders, the rot prince longs to use it. Cracking the whip against trees, using it to take out prey, that was one thing. He needs something built of wolf flesh, something that will fight back, to really figure out what it could do. The weapon his heavy, but comfortable in his grasp. Everything is a rush, pure energy, as he takes his place on the battlefield.

Summer was coming to an end, bringing a cool breeze that stung on the edges. Dusk was coming, sky redder than usual, as it spread above Björn⁢'s head. The rot prince's sharp call echoes, along with a crack of his whip. Bring it on, bitches.

"Björn"

His last foray into the battlefield had left Citadel bursting with confidence. He’d battled an adult, and he had won. Granted, they’d slipt, but that was just details. He belonged on this barren field, with the scent of old blood in his sensors. He slipped away from his home once more, his consequences for leaving the pack never seemed to outweigh the adventures he had.

When he trotted along the field, his raven let out a caw, calling his attention to another wolf that stood ready and waiting for combat. He followed the bird's cry, and it led him to a tall yearling with a fascinating rack of antlers across their brow. “Neat whip!” He said as he came to a stop in front of them, his tail flicking behind him in anticipation.

"Speech"

The weapon is heavy, but full of life in his grasp. It's going to take some getting used to, but the sheer force in the thing is something to behold. Momentum is key, and Björn is more than ready to test it. All he needs is some fresh blood, some challenger to unleash it on. Shoulders back, head high. Everything in him coming unglued, one step from unhinged. A free man.

Narrowing his eyes as the child approaches, no supervision in sight. Whatever, good enough. If the kid wanted to try, Björn wasn't going to go easy on him. "Damn straight. You trying to spar?" A menacing, slow swing of the chain across the ground. Go on boy. Take the first move. It's an open dare.

"Björn"

Citadel paused for a moment, caught by the odd phrasing. “Damn straight.” he parroted back, trying the words and then grinned. He liked how that sounded. He watched the slow swing the chain took as the wolf twirled. Almost hypnotised by the odd motion. It was going to be difficult to evade it, he was pretty sure (But not completely) that he needed to get up close to the wolf to really avoid it. The more distance, the harder he could be struck by it. Citadel wasn’t the most nimble wolf, instead he was a gangly youth with odd proportions.

He took in a soft breath, steeling himself for the challenge, before, with a quick challenging cry he dove at the other wolf. Trying to close the distance as quickly as possible, aiming to lunge his fangs at Bjorn’s right shoulder.

Citadel vs Björn Trygg for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: under 6 months
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Raven, female, 50" - boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male, 25" crystal horns - boosted
*Companion 3: Black bear, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Bear Paws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 3: Crystal crown - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Hunter

"Citadel"

Was the boy... mocking him? Björn bristled, eyes narrowing. Already feeling the tension begin to build in his temples, across the bridge of his nose. Living in every muscle and thriving in his bones, the rot prince has never been reasonable. As the pressure builds in his face, he knows exactly where it will end.

The child lunges, and Björn releases the torrent of blood from his eyes. It's accompanied by a grotesque snarl, and a swing of the heavy whip. His aim is to crack the boy across the ankles with devastating force, letting go in the process. Too heavy to go far, it would prevent a hazard on the field, whether the boy tangled himself in it or not.

Teeth make contact with his shoulder, and it only spurs Björn on. Turning, head lowering, the rot prince attempts to sink his teeth deep into the boy's face. His own face already dripping blood, it's a gruesome sight.

"Björn"

Björn Trygg vs Citadel for maim (facial scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Navigator

Citadel let out a startled yelp of surprise and awe when blood manifested as if by magic in a torrent from his opponents eyes. That was a thing? How was that a thing! He almost let the shock of it disrupt him, but the familiar motions of the fight and his training kicked in. He covered the distance between them, lowering his head and doing his best to catch the whip on his crystal nubs to catch the brunt of the lick of it.

Then he was there, and his teeth were digging into the other wolf's shoulder. He could feel blood dripping down his forehead and knew he hadn’t fully succeeded in avoiding the whip. He felt exhilarated and alive.


Citadel vs Björn Trygg for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: under 6 months
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Raven, female, 50" - boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male, 25" crystal horns - boosted
*Companion 3: Black bear, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Bear Paws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 3: Crystal crown - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Hunter

"Citadel"