Alaric was waiting for this. Ever since Ultyr stepped foot on his gaze, ever since the brown male first spoke, Alaric wanted to test the male. Ultyr had successfully won against Azriel, the future King, and had scarred Azriel. Now it was Alaric's turn. Alaric raised his head to the sky and let out a summoning howl, deep and prideful. His song ran out along the trees until it died out. The Warmaw waited patiently for Ultyr's arrival. When the male arrive, Alaric greeted him with a smirk. "You did a number on Azriel. We never got formally introduced. I'm Alaric Warmaw. General to the Judila Army." He stated, flicking an ear.His orange gaze shot to Maul and Cinder, who waited behind him eagerly. "No companions. Just me and you." He told the so called "God". Maul.and Cinder stepped back, settling to their hinds a little bit away. He waited for the response. "You go first." He told the male and began to set his defenses.

A sound echoed over the dam, a call for him. Ultyr shot his lovers a delighted smile dripping with smugness. Another chance to show his skills? Gladly. There was a reason they called him a god, a demon, a prince.

He rolled up to the white male. Matching cinder eyes locked together as the male fully introduced himself. Ultyr let the man speak, raising a brow as he declared himself General of the Judilan Army.

"Perhaps when we are done here I can approach Atreyu about being the General instead." He mused aloud, an audacious and self-righteous grin creasing his maw. The thought of him losing was not even a whisper in his mind.

Ultyr began to sidestep with his head low and his ears pinned back while the other male set his defenses. He rolled his shoulders and dug into the soil with his claws as he walked, spreading his weight evenly over the earth and crouching low. He measured the other male's defenses with a critical eye and then launched toward him. With his mouth agape he aimed to sink his teeth into Alaric's shoulder and use his left paw to push against Alaric's cheek.





Ultyr vs Alaric for Maim - Shoulder Scar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Titan
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty:

Alaric's orange eyes narrowed dangerously. He was about the speak, to say something back, but swallowed his words. No, patience. He wanted to see the outcome first. He wanted Ultyr defeated and in his mercy before he delivered some harsh truths. His stance widened slightly for better balance, his chin tucked to protect his vitals, and his tail rose equal along his spine for better balance. Once all defenses were set, he prepared himself for the attack that followed shortly after. Ultyr rushed him, the brown wolf's maws were aiming for his shoulder while a paw was coming for his face. Alaric swerved his head out of the paw's reach, avoiding his cheek from being slammed into. However, his shoulder was still being targeted. A smirk formed on the Warmaw's black lips. He would let Ultyr have his shoulder, but not without repercussion. Alaric moved his body forward, attempting to slam his shoulder directly into the nose and front jaws of Ultyr harshly before the section was bit into. Pain filled his shoulder as fangs burrowed deep into his flesh. His black maws parted and aimed to wrap them around the side of the neck of the "God". He was trying to leave a long, deep, scar across the side of the neck. Something to remember him by. Something to make Ultyr see his mortality.

Alaric vs Ultyr for maim - neck scar
Round 1/2
Age: Over one year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

He expected a retaliation but he did not expect his jaw to be forcibly spread as the other man shoved his shoulder into his face. He landed the bite but at what cost? He clamped down hard and a raucous snarl escaped his maw as he felt Alaric grab his neck.

In a flash, Ultyr attempted to hook his left paw under the right leg of his opponent and pull back. Simultaneously he swung his hind quarters to hip-check the other in an attempt to send him rolling. Ultyr had never lost a fight before. He was the God Prince! No one dared to lift a claw against him! He would make general and then aim for king come hell or high water.



Ultyr vs Alaric for Maim - Shoulder Scar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Titan
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Expert Hunter

Alaric's flet the bite of Ultyr on his shoulder, a muffle snarl rippled through the Warmaw as his bite landed successfully on Ultyr's side of neck. He would dig his fangs in deep, piercing past layers of fur and skin to leave a deep bite. Alaric felt Ultyr's paw go to hook under his right leg, to which Alaric released his grip on the neck and spar out a mixture of blood and fur. He saw the hip check coming just in time and moved his lower body out of the range of motion, so the impact was not enough to see the prepared Alaric rolling. The impact made him budge, but not completely roll onto his side.

Alaric's maws part once more as a he aimed for his last attack. He sought the under throat of Ultyr. His fangs attempted to clasp the area where the throat met the chin, given he was shorter than the Ultyr made for some slight easier access to the unguarded area.

Alaric vs Ultyr for maim - neck scar
Round 2/2
Age: Over one year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

And the winner is...

ALARIC

ULTYR must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. ALARIC'S maim is successful. Totals: ULTYR: Attack Roll: 71 Defense Roll: 100 Critical block! Agility Roll: 16 Perception Roll: 88 Total: 275 Attack[71] + 35% Bonus[24.85]: 95.85 Defense[100] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 100.00 Agility[16] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 16.00 Perception[88] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 88.00 Total[299.85] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 299.85 ALARIC: Attack Roll: 63 Defense Roll: 79 Agility Roll: 53 Perception Roll: 12 Total: 207 Attack[63] + 75% Bonus[47.25]: 110.25 Defense[79] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 79.00 Agility[53] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 53.00 Perception[12] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 12.00 Total[254.25] + 25% Bonus[63.56]: 317.81

(OOC: got permission from LadyElin to post after judge! Also got permission to power at Ultyr)

It was over. Alaric had won. His black maws had wrapped around Ultyr's throat and he squeezed mercilessly. His fangs burrowed into deep, past the fur and dug deep into the skin. Blood poured as he pulled his fangs across Ultyr's throat, leaving behind a long, deep, wound that would definitely scar into a long lasting reminder of the day. However, the General wasn't done with the false prophet. His grip only tightened as he pulled back on Ultyr, he took several steps back before spurring forwards and tossing the brown male a few feet away across the grassy floor. It wasn't very far, as Ultyr was quite heavier and larger than Alaric but enough to send a message. Alaric stalked towards Ultyr, a cold, predatory, gleam in his Hellfire eyes. He stood over the male and snorted, his maws wrinkling in disgust. "Such a small man inside that titan sized body." He spat out, leaning down to whisper in Ultyr's ears. "Don't come for what is mine unless you're willing to bleed." He growled lowly, pulling back. The old Alaric wouldn't have cared for fancy titles or those who proclaimed themselves of a higher status. Yet, he cared now. He cared for what was entrusted to him by Atreyu and Azriel. He stepped away from Ultyr, allowing the man to stand but not turning his back on the brown wolf. He wouldn't leave until Ultyr got the message: God or no God, Alaric would make them bleed. Alaric was He Who Is Without Master. He refused to bend to any mortal or God.

Searing pain like nothing he had ever known blossomed across his throat as he sputtered and choked against Alaric's ruthless onslaught. His eyesight danced with stars as his breath rattled against the tear. He pushed and flailed against the General as he felt the weight of the white male shift, pull then toss the prince to the ground. Ultyr barely had time to catch himself. His limbs trembled from the pain as he attempted to rise. Coughing and spluttering. He pinned his ears as the General loomed over him.

A growl gurgled in the back of his throat at the words but he sputtered instead. He tried to clack his teeth at Alaric but he had to turn away to cough. His breathing was ragged and harsh against his throat. Ultyr wheezed as he finally rose, his head low, his eyes cast away like a thoroughly trounced soldier put in his place.

Ultyr slunk away, he had no words to say to the man. He needed to find one of the healers, preferably Gany, to treat his wound.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn't heard the call for Ultyr, watched him go wearing that smug look, and had his interest peaked, ears twitching and swiveling as he tightened his forelimb splint almost painfully. He had time, that sounded like a call to a challenge. A fight, a spar, something used to work out differences or practice to better themselves on the chance of dealing with real enemies someday. It was a stupid hope that Ultyr would behave himself and treat it like a way to learn. The call hadn't sounded like Azriel, and it was doubtful to be Oath….and with Vayne gone….a line of thought best left alone before he picked at it too much. A sharp pull and adjustment to the bindings pulled him from his thoughts with the pain it brought. That left the white-pelted man tipped with black. Pulling himself slowly to his feet, he dawned the gold and black pelt across his shoulders draped down his sides and over his haunches. A haunt in another wolf’s skin, Atreyu called it his dollskin which he felt was suiting. Slung around his middle underneath the coat was his apothecary pouch, softly tinkling with the small jars and items he kept within.

Gany didn't think he’d need the pouch, it was simply a spar after all between band members, but he kept it with him regardless as a precaution. But finally approaching the place of the spar made him realize exactly how wrong he was on that front. Pale lavender eyes took in the scene quietly, the blood-stained coats and the damage done. Both minor and major, to a shoulder and a throat. "So I see time with my sisters and brothers has taught you to…maim your bandmates in a spar? Nope, no, I doubt this is their fault and I heavily disbelieve that they would condone this kind of behavior." He speaks from deep in his chest, keeping his words even and clear as he surveys the pair but those words were for the snow and soot man but he drifted his eyes to the burnished bronze male. "You both should have known better, what happens if an actual enemy comes charging in to take this place from us or decides they want what we have? Do you think you two injured is what we need to remain strong and able-bodied?" His words are biting now, anger simmering below the surface as he stalked into the clearing doing his best to ignore the painful twinging in his right front leg from the break.

"Oh I'm sure you have some big man speeches, the both of you, about how you could still fight ‘even if your limbs were broken and you were bleeding out’. Soldier types always have that mindset, I've seen it from Azriel too, but those injuries still hinder you. And any form of hindrance is a chance for your enemies to kill someone you love or take something from you. You’d do best to learn that before pulling more stunts like this." Shrugging the pelt from his shoulders to the floor, he pointed at Ultyr and then to the pelt as he settled on his haunches to dig through his pouch for the jars he needed to staunch the bleeding and clean the wound. Bites could be a nasty business after all.

"speech"

"other’s speech"

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