He was just itching for a fight, something fun to hone his skills. Although he'd been having a great time here for reasons he wasn't ready to explain, he felt like he was slacking in his training. The battlefield was close enough to insomnia that it only took him part of the morning to travel there, leaving him plenty of time to find an opponent. He didn't know how often others traveled around, so he was expecting to wait a while for someone to show.

When he arrived, as expected, no one was around. He had hoped to catch a fight mid-brawl, but not this morning. Perhaps he could find a challenger though, then someone else could appear and watch them? That sounded like a fun time.

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

Hammer. Whip. He's still learning how to wield it, still figuring out exactly how the weapon plays by his hands. Björn would put the work in, and he'd only get better at it. The rot prince returned to the battlefield, eyes peeled for something. Anything. Anyone of use, or of value.

Moving with his unsettling, catlike grace across the dusty ground, Björn takes it all in. Drinks in the scent of drying blood and decay, the dusty and the drab of it. He doesn't need to explore alone for long, though, closing in on the stranger with steely eyes narrowed. "You came to spar." An observation, an invitation. Shoulders rolling forward, grip tightening on his whip, Björn is ready. More than ready.

"Björn"

Weapons were not strange back home, but it felt strange seeing them here. Perhaps because he didn't have any, or any armor to protect him from the weapons? He would have to get on that certainly, because as his opponent approached with a whip in paw, Genesis was admittedly a bit nervous. He didn't let it show though- his poker face was far too practiced for that. Instead, there was nothing but a smug smirk on his face reeking of frat boy confidence. He even kinda smelled like one.

"Of course, but I'm open to options~ That's a big whip you have there." He couldn't help himself. How could he with such a man before him? Even if he had Epi to curl up with whenever he wanted, he couldn't help but flirt with attractive men.

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

Well armed and well appointed, Björn gazes steadily at his opponent. A lithe man, though he stood at a similar height. One tenuous swing, and then another, as he drew ever closer. Pure menace in his steely gaze, gait careful over the dirt and the ground. High headed, squinting. Gods, what was that smell?

Unfortunately, he's the oblivious sort. Jaw set around the whip handle, Björn's patience grows thin. "There is no option, only blood." The rot prince lunges, a sweep of the whip as he closes the gap. Squeezing his eyes closed shut for a moment, scrunching his face through the bridge of his nose. Allowing the pressure to build, and then the blood to flow down his face as he makes his charge. A gruesome sight, unless you're into that sort of thing.

"Björn"

Björn Trygg vs Genesis for dominance
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator

The whip wielding man before him was apparently a stiff- boring, at best. They could have had a lot of fun! Though he supposed, either way, they were. Genesis always loved a good spar, even if flirting wasn't involved or was at least one sided. "So be it, how familiar are you with yours?" he asked with a smirk as the strange man lunged for him.

The whip snaps and cracks through the air, kissing the ground before his paws and kicking up dirt. Close, but not quite. Perhaps a distraction though, to miss the oncoming freight train of a man headed straight for him. He dipped out of the way quickly and to his left, his pace quick as he moved in an arc like fashion back around towards the strangers side. With parted jaws he surged forward suddenly, as if briefly powered by nitrous, and snapped his jaws low and towards the mans left elbow.

Genesis vs Bjorn for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Debuffs: Sprained front left paw (Minor)


Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

At least in these moments, still reeling and raw from the loss and the pain and all things strange, Björn isn't much fun. Muscles flexing, surging forward. Barely hanging on to the threads of his mind, and enjoying himself far too much. "I know only blood," Björn snarls. Shoulders rolling forward, blood dripping down his face. Covering his face and dripping down his forequarters, he's living for it.

Let the stranger have his side, he doesn't give a shit. Björn would take the hit in stride, using the close quarters to his advantage. Throwing his weight at the lighter man, he drops the whip. Let it be a hazard on the field, one that he's more familiar with than any. Despite his weight, Björn is light on his feet. Driving himself at the man, striking blindly with his antlers as he does.

"Björn"

Björn Trygg vs Genesis for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator