She would walk with confidence into the battlefield, a hop in her walk, a bounce in her step. This girl was turning into a badass, it was bound to happen. She was still inexperienced in the art of sparring, but practice never hurt.Now, she wasn't looking for a full on blood bath, but her last fight with the pup Signy had been too easy for her. Misha would stop on the barren land and tilt her crown back with a howl, calling for anyone to answer her spar offer. Hopefully someone would answer it soon enough. The brown woman would sink to her haunches and sit, waiting for an opponent to show up.

The divinity would stalk towards the lands where blood bathed the ground. His large form rippled with the power he held within his god-like body. The Olympus' name was well known, and those who did not know would learn it soon enough. His family was not one to be trifled with, and those who tried would be quite sorry. He was not an easy one to get along with, and those who played coy or fake with him would find themselves in a situation they did not want to be in. Dual toned silver and and fiery orange eyes seeking out his next prey item, or perhaps one that would attract him so. The beast was a very handsome one, and he knew it. Deviously charming, he swayed those he came across and his dazzling smile sealed the deal. A howl would summon someone, and the regal males ears would perk as he listened to where it came from. Bi-colored eyes would seek out the femmes voice, slender legs carrying him to the point of destination. He weaved in and out of the boulders and broken ground that rose from the ground, muscles rippling beneath his sleek pelt. And soon, he would find her. A female that smelled of a rival pack, or so he was sure. He had never heard of the one he smelled, and so he would seek out who it would be today. If it was a spar she sought, she would be in for a treat...Atlas was a seasoned warrior, and he did not simply play. "And which pack are you from little girl? So that I may tell tales of your weakness when I win." He would say coolly, the cockiness of his voice bubbling through though he did not care what she thought. Speech Thought Others

"Greetings, sir. I am Misha Elaine Cae from the Tortuga pack," she would say politely despite the male's rude words. Misha would dip her crown in a respectful greeting to the male. She would lift her head up and look him over, his pelt of dark greys and browns not at all interesting. Misha knew she wasn't a good sight either, so, in looks, they were pretty much paired up.
"If you wish to spar, make the first move," she would say in a soft voice, melodic chords calling out to the male. The brown woman would splay her limbs out, distributing her wait evenly throughout her body, bending her joints a bit, ready to spring. Her claws gripped the barren land for traction, Misha pinning her ears against her skull and tucking her chin against her chest to protect her throat. The brown woman would align her tail up with her spine for added balance, her muscles tensed and her joints would bend, her hackles raised as she would bear her ivory fangs at the male.
FIGHT
Round 0/3
Misha vs. Atlas for spar
Attacks; None, giving Atlas the first move.
Defenses; Limbs splayed out for balance, claws gripping for traction, ears pinned against her skull, chin tucked against chest to protect throat, tail aligned with spine for more balance, muscles tensed, ready to act upon attack. Hackles raised and teeth bared. Joints bent, ready to spring.

He would chuckle as the little girl gave her name and pack. Brows raising as she seemed to look him over, though she was unattractive herself which made him feel more superior. Then again, it was in the Olympus bloodlines to do so. Bi-colored orbs eyed her, the girl telling him to make the first move. This would only make him laugh, for wasn't it she the one that called for a challenger? Chest heaved up and down in a rumble, tail flicking behind him as it raised in a display of dominance. He tilted his head slightly down, hackles rising as he set his defenses into place. Tail aligned with his spine, though slightly higher then usual in a display of dominance. Toes splayed, claws digging into the soil, shoulders rolling forward as his neck pulled back slightly to bunch his scruff, brows furrowing as he narrowed his eyes to protect his vision, muzzle wrinkling in a bit of a silent snarl as his teeth bared. Head tilted downward to protect his throat, and his ears flattened against his head. "I believe it is you who called for a fight, girl. And as the rule stands, ladies first." He would purr, orange and silver gaze looking her over as her own defenses set. She had called. Thus she would begin. And yet, if she would choose to back down and run away before the fight began, then he would chase her down and show her what happened to runaways. Atlas VS Misha Round: 0/3 Speech Thought Others

An inaudible sigh would escape her ebony lips as he would ask her to make the first move, though his defenses would kick in as well. "Okay," was all she would say, thinking over how she could start. They were practically in the same position as far as defenses, which gave Misha an idea how she might attack the male. She would run at him and slam the side of her body against his chest, attempting to knock the air out of the male, or at least to move him. She would wrap her jaws around his left foreleg around his elbow, twisting her head around to get a better grip on his leg. He jaws would clamp against his leg, and if she succeeded, blood would fall from his leg. Her eyes would narrow to protect her sapphire blue orbs, ears staying pinned against her skull. She would bend her joints, distributing her weight evenly on all fours.
FIGHT
Round 1/3
Misha vs. Atlas for spar
Attacks; Charging at Atlas and slamming the side of her body aginst his chest. Also jaws clamping against left foreleg around his elbow area for blood draw.
Defenses; Narrowing her eyes, ears pinned, weight distributed evenly, joints bent. Also head twisting, to protect her neck.

He would chuckle in amusement as she seemed to struggle with a decision. The given time allowed him to keep defenses in check; eyes narrowed, chin tucked, head tilted downwards, jaws parted as the taste of battle drew near, thus causing saliva to drip from his maw. Toes splayed, claws scraping into the dirt in anticipation as well as traction, tail aligned with his spine, muscled tensed as his shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched. Dual toned orbs would watch her move, for it was a clumsy starter. He had not been directly in front of her, but slightly towards her left at a leftwards angle. She would attempt to charge at him, and his hackles would rise as a growl erupted from his throat. The girl would attempt to slam her body (idk which side of her, so i'm gonna say LEFT.) towards his chest, but he would simply thrust himself forward and meet her. He would attempt to slam his chest into her body, to knock down the smaller girl thus her jaws missed completely the foreleg she was trying to grab as he raised himself upon hind legs, attempting to use his greater weight to force her to the ground. Both of his forelegs would rise, attempting to wrap his right one around her throat and upper chest while his left foreleg attempted to wrap upon her back. Jaws would gape open, seeking to sink his teeth into her spine. If successful, he aimed to grab on and shake, relentlessly. If he managed to attain this hopeful hold, he was sure it would scar and he would also hope to taste blood upon his tongue. Meanwhile, his hind legs would spread to evenly take his weight, toes splayed as his tail lashed side to side. Atlas VS Misha Round: 1/3 Attacks: Rises on hind legs, attempts to wrap right foreleg against her neck/upper chest, left foreleg on her back as he uses his weight in an attempt to push her to the ground; jaws seeking to bite into her center spine and shake relentlessly. Defenses: Paragraph 1; end of Paragraph 2 Injuries: Possible light bruising on his chest. Speech Thought Others

Her attack would somewhat succeed, the girl slamming the left side of her body against his chest. He would act quickly enough, though, avoiding her grip on his left foreleg with her jaw. He would wrap his forelegs on the small brown girl, attempting to bring her down. Though, she would refuse, raising herself on her hind legs, letting a cry out suddenly as his jaws would tug at her scruff, though his aim on her spine would be cut off somewhat, because the fae had unexpectedly risen up on her hind legs. She would twist and turn as a snarl escaped her mouth, attempting to get out of the male's grip. Her struggling would cause more pain, though she needed to be free ti continue fighting. So, she would continue thrashing her head around from side to side, her body moving in the same movement against the male. {OOC; Shittiest spar phone post ever. I apologize xDx} FIGHT Round 2/3 Misha vs. Atlas for spar

He had no idea how she managed to raise herself, his own teeth somehow grasping her scruff as opposed to her spine. With a growl of annoyance, he would keep his hold, however, his head shaking violently as her defenses seemed to have been forgotten. Teeth would be felt sinking into her skin, the male shaking his head as violently as was possible while his blunt claws dug inwards to keep her in his grasp. He would continue to attempt to use his weight, attempting to shove forward more as she thrashed against him. He was seriously getting pissed off now, her fighting was weak and amateur, inexperienced. He was fighting a weakling, then again he was an Olympus. He was far greater then her. He would most definitely tell tales of her defeat. Her weakness. His defenses would remain firmly in place; tail lashing, ears pinned, toes splayed, claws digging in for traction, abdomen tensed, ears pinned, shoulders rolled, scruff bunched, hackles raised, muzzle crinkled as he continued to strive to keep his grip on her scruff where it had previously gotten a hold. He would taste blood upon his tongue, the tearing of flesh would surely leave behind lacerations and scars. He did not aim to play like a child, no. This was not childs play at all, and he would not leave small scars either. For a fleeting second, the male would readjust his grip, this time aiming to slide his teeth down towards the base of her shoulder blades, attempting then to regrip between her shoulder blades at the base of her neck/upper back. He remained on his hind legs, his grip never faltering as he strove to keep his hold on her. Weight pushing forward, growls erupting from his gullet. Atlas VS Misha Round: 2/3 Speech Thought Others

She would let out yet another snarl as the male would continue thrashing her by the scruff, Misha still attempting to get out of his grip. She would feel his grip alter for a second, and she used that time to her advantage. Defenses kicked in as she would display her weight evenly between both of her hind legs, claws scraping against the barren terrain for better traction and balance. Her tail would align with her spine and her hackles would raise, shoulder scruffs moving forward along with her hackles. Her eyes narrowed and her ears pinned against her skull just in time as Atlas would snap his jaw on her shoulder blades once more gripping her with his fangs. Misha would twist her neck around, snapping her jaws near the male's face. If she were to succeed, she would drag her fangs along the left side of the male's cheek/muzzle.
FIGHT
Round 3/3
Misha vs. Atlas for spar

Success! Atlas had managed to attain his grip, teeth digging into his sought location as blood seeped into his mouth, pouring upon his tongue. His head shaking violently would cause her skin and fur to tear, surely scarring her assumed pretty little body. She remained upon her hind legs somehow, though he did not bother to focus on that for too long. However, he would choose to release his grip, readjusting himself to lower upon all four paws again, neck twisting towards the girls throat this time, jaws seeking to grasp her throat and perhaps force out her air, force her to submit. A growl erupted from his own maw, claws scraping into the ground as he lunged forward. Previously, she had not really been in a position to reach him, teeth barely scraping the left? side of his neck though his thick fur would prevent damage save for minor scraping. He would shove forward simultaneously, as his teeth sought to get their grip. Meanwhile, dual toned eyes remained narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, toes splayed, tail lashing for balance, abdomen tenses, claws digging in for traction as he thrust forward, shoulders rolled forth, teeth bared, and scruff bunched. Atlas VS Misha Round: 3/3 Speech Thought Others

MISHA v ATLAS for SPAR Round 1 MISHA: 7 for clarity- is she running at him head on, or at an angle, be sure to specify. which side of her body is she trying to slam against him, what side of his body is she trying to slam against? Which way is her head twisting to grab his leg? 8 for powerplaying. ?she would wrap her jaws around his left foreleg? you are assuming shes able to grab his leg. ?twisting her head? again you are assuming she successfully grabbed his leg. 4 for defenses. you need to mention all your defenses in all your posts for them to count. Eyes narrowed +1, ears pinned +1, legs bent and weight evenly distributed +2. 4 for attack. using her weight to slam into him +2, bite aimed at his upper leg +2 10 for injuries.First round Round one MISHA Total: 33/50 ATLAS: 7 for clarity- Which part of her body is he attempting to slam into? Where on her back is his leg trying to land? What part of her spine is he trying to bite? 9 for powerplaying. you are assuming Misha is attacking from the left rather than discussing it with Misha. 9 for defenses. eyes narrowed, chin tucked, head tilted down, toes splayed, claws digging into ground, tail aligned with spine, shoulders rolled, hackles lifted, legs spread evenly 7 for attack. +2 for using his weight, +3 for attempted bite to the spine, +2 for using legs to attempt and grab her. 10 for injuries.First round Round one ATLAS Total: 42/50 Round 2 MISHA: 7 for clarity- what part of his chest is her body slamming against? What part of the side of her body is colliding with him? What injuries have you obtained throughout the spar? 8 for powerplaying. misha is much smaller and would be unable to rise up beneath Atlas. 0 for defenses. you must list your defenses in each post for them to count. 0 for attack. twisting/turning/thrashing isn?t an attack 8 for injuries. bite/tear injury to her scruff, bruising from their collision Round two MISHA Total: 23/50 ATLAS: 9 for clarity- are his legs still wrapped around her? 10 for powerplaying.none seen 6 for defenses. ears pinned, toes splayed, claws digging into ground, abdomen tense, shoulders rolled forward, hackles raised 4 for attack. aimed bite at the back of her shoulder blades, pushing his weight forward 9 for injuries. bruising to his chest Round two ATLAS Total: 38/50 Round 3 MISHA: 7 for clarity- no clarification of injuries. Watch out for grammar errors. Which way is she twisting her neck? 8 for powerplaying. you are assuming her jaws will get close to Atlas?s face. She couldn?t possibly hold Atlas up for so long. 6 for defenses. weight distributed on both hind legs, claws digging into the ground, tail aligned with spine, hackles raised, eyes narrowed, ears pinned 2 for attack. attempted bite to his cheek 6 for injuries. bite and tearing of her scruff, bruising from their collision Round three MISHA Total: 29/50 ATLAS: 9 for clarity- Which part of her throat is he aiming for? 10 for powerplaying. None seen 7 for defenses. eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, toes splayed, , abdomen tense, claws digging into ground, shoulders rolled forward 5 for attack. attempted grab at her throat, using his weight 8 for injuries. bruising to his chest, minor scraping to the life side of his neck Round three ATLAS Total: 39/50 Totals: MISHA: 85/150 ATLAS: 119/150 And the winner is... Atas! Misha must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: MISHA- Bruising to the collision site on her body, will heal in 5 ooc days. Bite and tearing to her scruff, will heal in 7 occ days, and will scar. ATLAS- Bruising to chest will heal in 5 ooc days, minro scrapes on left side of neck, will heal in 3 ooc days. Notes: Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here) Notes For Misha Watch out for powerplaying issues, your attacks must be realistic. Also be sure to include defenses in every post, as well as more complex attacks. You need to focus on clarity, the position of your wolf, where exactly you are attacking as well as listing an injuries you obtain. For Atlas Your posts were pretty clear, but watch out for powerplaying a bit and focus on more complex attacks. - By [saffie]

She would surrender when he would aim a bite for her throat, sinking under him and exposing her underbelly at him. Her defenses were lost, she had lost. "Good fight, you're a great fighter," she would say with a tinge of pain as her sore scruff would drip with blood. The male had her blood on his ivory fangs, and he seemed to like it. This was the first real fight she had experienced, one to cause her scars. She had never experienced scarring except for emotional ones, the feeling of the burning pain on her scruff a new sensation to her. It was over, their spar was over.