"So what, I just stand out here and yell?" Davey's gaze was incredulous, as it set on his older brother. Squinting at Wake, while the older boy faded into the background, shrouded in a puff of fragrant smoke. Huh. Is it that easy? Well, at least his brother had taken him to do something useful for once, instead of wandering around looking at flowers.

Moving to the center of one of the makeshift rings drawn in the rocky soil, Davey tips his head back. The call is high pitched, a bit more dog than wolf. Calling out and taking a firm grip on his axe, swinging it menacingly. He's ready. This was going to be fun.

"speech"

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Admittedly, he was enjoying sparring in the Battlefield. Not that he was enticed to spill the blood of others, but keeping himself fit and in practice was a good thing. If he wished to climb the ladder of success to lead a pack, no a pride, he would need to be more than adept at fighting. It was a hard thing for the liger to admit since he wanted as much peace as possible.

With his own offensive device attached to his tail, imagine a spikey whip, Raumr prowls across the dusty and barren landscape. He sees not much today for opportunity until a high-pitched howl forces his ears to flicker backward. A dog? Wild? Not wolf? That must be... not right. More curious than intent on fighting, Raumr approaches slowly, carefully. Massive frame lowered toward the ground as he indeed gets close enough to notice the collie. Interesting, indeed.

His gaze flicks to the older boy, not paying him much attention. This would be between him and boy. Laying proper attention onto the collie, Raumr lifts a brow and reveals that humbly sweet smile. "Your move, boy," he rumbles in deepened honeyed tones.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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A cat! Hey, he recognized that cat! The one that had saved him and Baitboy from the shark. Davey is bright eyed, tail wagging as he stares up at the man. Fighting him instead of a predator was going to be more fun, and lower stakes... but still a good challenge. A great challenge, if their previous experience had been any indication.

Without a second thought, Davey hoists his flail. Allowing the head to hit full extension, and swinging it toward the cat's paws as he comes closer. It's a halfhearted lunge, and he's not trying to actually chop the man to pieces. This is practice after all. Still, there's a lot of lion and not a lot of Davey, so they're probably safe.

"speech"

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Davey vs Raumr for spar
Round 1/?
Age: under 1
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: spring loaded axe flail
Companion 1: Atlantic puffin, female - perception
Mutation 1: Neck quills - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Specialty:
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Raumr did not expect the wolfdog to have a flail. Especially one that extended. Surprised and caught off guard, Raumr leaps into the air like a house cat that just touched tin foil on a countertop. A growl of frustration slips from his lips as he dodges the boy's attack.

"Crafty," Raumr hisses as his paws touch back down. Seconds don't pass before he's lunging forward, teeth snapping in the air, attempting to scare the kid just enough to distract him. His paw raises, claws hidden (it is practice so he's not out for blood!), he swipes at the boy's shoulder, attempting to knock him over.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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Raumr vs Davey for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked tail cover
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dark brown leather armor
Companion 1: Miniature Sheep, female - battle
Companion 2: South American Coati, Male -battle
Skills: Expert Hunter & Advanced Fighter

Eager, maybe overly so, as the large man levels the compliment at him. Davey puffs out his chest, standing a little straighter. This is exciting, okay? All of it is exciting, and the lion thinks he's crafty. Hell yeah. He'd been nothing but nice to Davey, and the child is eager to show off in his own way.

The teeth come in, toward his face. Davey backpedals-- this are big teeth. Though he wouldn't be shaken from it, at least, wouldn't be shaken until the massive (soft) paw cuffs him in the shoulder. In retaliation, Davey tries to reach out and grab onto it. It would steady him, and he'd be able to get a chomp at it... hopefully.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma


Davey vs Raumr for spar
Round 2/2
Age: under 1
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: spring loaded axe flail
Companion 1: Atlantic puffin, female - perception
Mutation 1: Neck quills - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Navigator