It had been worthwhile it seemed taking a look at the festival. Spars were to take place for part of it and the Adravendi boy had been quick to sign himself up and take part. Rune may not have been the biggest fan of socialising with the other packs at times, or so it appeared anyway but Kismet was sure that this would be a good way to sharpen his skills a little more and that would hopefully appeal to the alpha's better nature. Kismet didn't know the person that he would be fighting but that didn't surprise him as he was very sure he didn't know many if any wolves around at the festival. Giving a call out for Mirabelle, he stood and waited for her to arrive for their fight.

Mira had the same mindset as Kismet; sparring - once she heard of it, she was in. There was no way she wouldn't be. It had been a long time since she had sparred, and she was eager of the feeling of the fight again. Her tail was a whirlwind behind her as she stopped in front of the male, following his call as if a pup to mother's milk. She dipped her head in respect, in adknowledgement, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a grin. "I am Mirabelle Talos," she introduced herself softly, head tilting slightly at Kismet, her gaze focused on his face. She was curious, she had to admit, about her opponent - as much curious as she was eager to fight. "Words"

Kismet didn't have many friends in life. It wasn't that he was opposed to making them, it just simply didn't seem to happen all that often though of course mostly that was down to the own decisions he had made in his life. The festival was perhaps a good opportunity to make new friends though Kismet wasn't here now with the intention of doing that. This would be a spar, not the time for small talk. Courteous enough however he would offer his own name in return; it would be completely rude to suddenly launch straight into attack mode after all. "Kismet Adravendi." He responded, he had planned on offering the first attack to her, though if she wanted to stand around and chat he didn't want to wait all day. Perhaps to signal conversation time was over, he was swift to set his defences and ready himself for the fight. He widened his stance, spreading his balance and weight evenly over all four paws, claws gripping into the earth and knees bending slightly to lower his centre of gravity. His tail flicked into position, stretched out behind him to align his spine. Shoulders rolled forwards and the anticipation of the fight ahead had his hackles on end and his chin dipped forwards to protect his throat. Ears pinned back close to his skull, eyes narrowing and the, teeth bared and lips curling into a snarl scrunching up the skin around his face. Any attempt made to attack from this distance would be rather foolish, and so he made his move, quickly charging forwards in a straight line, aligning a little more to Mirabelle's left than her centre, in hope of closing the space between them (shall we say 10 feet?). Kismet's aim wouldn't be to stop upon reaching her, but instead to drive the bony front of his left shoulder into the upper left side of Mirabelle aiming to leave a bruise and perhaps unsettle her balance. Kismet would shift his weight to his hind legs and front right, raising the left in an attempt to bring it down onto Mirabelle's front left paw to cause bruising, ultimately it would hopefully serve as a distraction as he resettled his balance and stance across all four paws. Aiming a bite to the left side of Mirabelle's face, he sought to place his upper jaws over her left eye and lower would settle upon the left cheek. He hoped to hold for a moment though was careful in this scenario not to apply any serious pressure to cause permanent damage though the intent would typically be to sink heavily into the bite in order to blind the eye and leave cuts across the side of her face. KISMET vs MIRABELLE SPAR ROUND 1 OF 2?

And the winner is...

KISMET! Due to Mirabelle not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Kismet's favor. Mirabelle must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.