This was something she found to be exciting. Even Shiki was with her today, though the female was unsure how she felt about him potentially participating in the spars. The slate female wanted to protect him, to protect him from anything and everything. If he were to participate today... The female shook her head, waiting until the spar pairings were announced. Thank goodness Shiki wasn't in those announcements. It would have terribly hurt her heart if he had been. But now there was no more time for distraction -- the time of action called. The female would move away from the other wolves gathered and her eyes would seek out her opponent. Her vision, messed up as it was, left her little to go on sadly. But finally a young man would come close to her, recognized only by his scent and size. His shadowy form was tall, almost frighteningly close to her brother's own height of forty two inches. Perhaps he was even already there. That didn't really matter in the end... she was here to spar with this young man and nothing was going to stop her. The female would ready herself, ears pinning flat against her skull and bicolored eyes narrowing. The woman would lower her head, aligning it with her spine, rolling her shoulders forward as she also scrunched her neck. Defenses were an important part of any fight after all. The female would choose to also tuck her chin inward and her tail underneath her body as well. On instinct her jaws would part, her hackles raising. Her muscles were tense, her legs spread to distribute her weight across them. She was ready, and she would take the opportunity to strike first. The slate female would move, her opponent roughly six feet away from her. Her body would move forward with a push of her hind legs, heading for the young man just a few minor degrees to her right. Her set target was his left shoulder as she came in at a charge, aiming first to slam the left side of her chest into the left side of his own. Parted jaws would then seek to clamp down upon the flesh of his upper shoulder. She would seek to worsen the attack by pushing forward with her hind legs in hopes of tearing the flesh on his shoulder with a shove backward. Pamela Vs Regulus Rounds:: 1 / 3 Notes:: Distance and rounds agreed upon by Bri~ <3 "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

Table by:: Riv

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

It was time to test himself; hopefully not against a tiger. The spars had been called, and his name had been paired with someone named Pamela. Definitely not someone he knew. So he had watched the crowd, looking for who reacted to the name. He spotted a slate colored female with mismatched eyes of red and sapphire. She was pretty in her coloring, and way smaller than he was; something he’d already expected, and thank the darkness she wasn't a tiger. He meandered toward her until she saw him, and he offered a friendly wag and smile before following her example and quickly falling into some defenses, those he could remember, squaring his stance, spreading his toes and digging his claws into the turf. His head lowered, chin tucking to protect his throat, jaws gaping and face morphing into a wrinkled snarl expression, eyes squinting to narrow slits as his ears pinned. He rolled his shoulders forward, his tail flagging out behind him level with his spine as he scrunched his neck back, scruff rolling into a fatty defensive layer as his hackles raised along his back and scruff. His mother had drilled the defenses into his head. Lastly, he remembered to tense his abdomen, and bend his legs to lock his center of gravity and make himself less easy to knock off balance. He watched her, and saw her charge at him. He tensed his muscles as she came slightly to his left (her right), and as she slammed into his left breast, he thrust the left point of his shoulder forward, aiming to drive it into into the center of her upper chest, where her windpipe met her breast, while raising his left front paw, shifting his weight onto his other three legs for the moment before aiming to smash his left forepaw down on Pamelas left front paw toes, intending to sprain them. A heavy bruise bloomed where their chests met, spreading the width of his left pectoral. He felt her jaws grasp his shoulder, her upper canines leaving moderate scratches in their wake, but taking only a mouthful of blood tainted red fur with them as she shoved into him. He dug his claws into the ground, bracing against her shove as he sought to snake his head forward, aiming to clamp his jaws on the upper left side of Pamelas scruff, at the central point of her neck, while he used his considerably larger size and heftier size in an attempt to shove forward into Pamelas left chest with his left chest, aiming to knock his opponent off her balance and possibly off her feet. His tail flagged outward like a rudder for balance, claws sinking into the ground for traction. Time to see if his training had helped at all. Regulus vs Pamela for: Spar Round 1/3

Pamela too would be injured from her own charge, the left point of his shoulder driven into the center of her upper chest. The wind would be knocked from the female, a gasp escaping her lips. Dammit. She could feel the bruise forming where the two had connected during the charge. Perhaps coming at an opponent larger than herself had not been such a wise idea after all. Especially when her opponent was coming back at her so hard. Despite the young man’s counter however she still managed to get a hold on him. Her teeth would pierce his shoulder, her upper canines leaving moderate scratches, but she would not be able to keep her hold, left with only a mouthful of his fur and blood instead of the hold that she had been hoping for. She would focus on correcting her balance, her legs spread apart, weight evenly distributed across the limbs. Her head would also be lowered, aligned with her spine, with her neck scrunched. Ears would be pinned, her eyes narrowed, and tail remained tucked as she was left to act more without thinking. Hackles raised, jaws parting, a snarl would rip from her lips in the heat of it all. Pamela would not loose faith, however, and simply give up. If there was one thing the woman had it was a sense of pride in the sort of fighter that she was. She would feel the man get a loose hold on her scruff, in part thanks to her scrunching her neck, but still enough to pose a threat. She would dig her hind legs into the ground, claws biting the soil as she shifted her weight to resist his push. It would deepen the bruise already forming upon her chest, but the woman was stubborn and refused to be felled. The young slate woman would change tactics now, lifting her front left leg, and shifting her weight again to compromise for her balance, before slamming it towards where she assumed the young man’s toes would be. She was seeking to bruise the toes, perhaps even get her claws in the webbing of his paws if she was lucky. It was a horrendously crippling move, but one that might cause him some pain and discomfort during the fight. In addition, braving the moderate tearing of her own flesh upon her scruff, Pamela would twist her head to the left to snap at the soft flesh of his underbelly. She was merely seeking to wound with this bite, not get a hold. The female just wanted him to back off, even if for a moment, so that she was not shoved to the ground. Someone was going to have to give. Pamela vs Regulus for Spar Round:: 2/3 "Speech"

Table by:: Toothless

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Regulus’ left shoulder point met squarely in Pamelas chest, and he heard the rush of air that left her lungs as a gasp caught his pinned ears. He wanted to wince, but this wasn’t quite the time for it. Clear mind, smart moves. His toe slam attempt on Pamelas toes was only half successful, a solid hit, but it slid off and he guessed he had only bruised them. He was okay with that. He didn’t want to cripple her. His attempt to grasp her scruff was successful, and he obtained a loose hold on her scruff, and sought to tighten his grip on the loose skin as he made his push. All four paws were firmly squared, weight distributed over each set of spreading toes. He felt her bracing against his shove, felt her left shoulder flex as her left front leg lifted, and instinctually shifted his left front paw slightly, feeling a moderate bruise flare on the outer two toes of his left front paw as her paw glanced off them. He lifted his left front paw, throwing the point of his left shoulder forward in an attempt to slam her chest again and worsen previous damage as his other three legs took his weight to maintain his balance in the maneuver. His tail flagged, waving for balance like a rudder as he snaked his left front paw forward in an attempt to hook his ankle around her left front leg, intending to yank her leg forward out from under her. His shoulders rolled forward into place over his neck, ears pinning against his head as his toes spread over the ground to add traction as his claws dug into the ground. As she made to bite for his belly, he rammed forward, aiming once more to knock her off balance and deflect her attack on his belly. Still, he felt her canines leave a moderate set of slashes in his flesh. Still, he refused to back off, instead continuing to attempt to shove his weight into her. He growled softly, muffled in fur, eyes squinching to narrow slits, hackles raised, face wrinkled in a scowl. His scruff was scrunched to the best of it’s ability to protect his neck and vertebrae. He kept his left shoulder forward most to block access to that side of his throat, more of his mother and cousins tutelage coming to mind. Meanwhile, his hind claws sank deepest into the dirt to lend more power to his shove attempt. -- Regulus vs Pamela in: Spar! Round 2/3

Pamela would feel pain as she tried to lift her left forepaw away his own left forepaw would come crashing down upon her paw. There was surely some moderate bruising to come her way by how much it ached but that was fine. In spars there was surely no real winners or losers. This festival was focusing on fun, and she had to remind herself of that. It wasn’t shameful to lose, and the way the fight was going, well, she was sure she was going to be announcing her own defeat soon. But Pamela felt no shame... Only excitement as the fight continued. This young man certainly made for a good opponent! Her ears remained pinned against her skull as she fought on. Her eyes were narrowed now not just as a defense, but in determination to keep fighting on. Luckily, though she had gotten her own toes bruised, her own paw stomp had a mild success. She had gotten the last toe, maybe two, with her stomp. Leg would settle upon the earth where it fell. Her legs were spread, weight thrown down evenly among the limbs, would only support her for so long against his larger bulk and weight. Toes too were spread and claws would bite into the soil in a desperate attempt to hold her own against this youth. The woman’s neck would remain scrunched, not wanting to give him a better hold should he try for it. Tail remained safely tucked, hackles raised, and shoulders would remain in their rolled forward position as she braced herself against him. Further pain would flare up on her chest, the bruising heading in the direction of severe now. As if that wasn’t bad enough, so focused on keeping herself bared into the ground, see would neglect the fact his left foreleg was raised once more, and she would feel herself pull forward just as her fangs left their slashes upon his belly. She would stumble, pushing with her back legs to fall lower rather than back. Right leg would slide forward, held by her opponent as he growled into her fur. He refused to back down, and she would make one last attempt before calling it quits. The maneuver may have been seen as desperate, but Pamela did not have many options left. Her opponent was sure to topple her any moment, due to his hold, so unless she managed to make him release it her chances of winning this match were next to none. Trying to catch herself, to keep her weight in, she would take the weight that she had thrown down and push it back upward, aiming to slam herself into his jaws and chest. If all failed she’d be on her back in the next moment, or at least stumbling around like a drunk. She would tear her scruff more surely, to worsen the bite he gave it, but hell, she was stubborn too. Pamela vs Regulus for Spar Rounds:: 3/3 Notes:: So sorry about all the derping Bri! I’m really sorry to the judges too. My medicine really had me derping hardcore in many of these fights. ;-; I thank Bri for her patience with me during this. I know my clarity scores are really going to suffer in this fight... And thank you to whomever takes it on. "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

Table by:: Riv

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

His secondary shove to her chest with his left shoulder point was a success, and though the bruises on his left pectoral and shoulder point were worsened to the point of severe (Zuriel was going to have his hide, he just knew it.), he felt a sense of satisfaction at his success. As his attempt at hooking his left ankle around her left foreleg brought Pamela into a stumble, that satisfaction grew slightly. This was going far better than his first sad attempt of a spar with a tiger. Still, he was beginning to feel the wear and tear of the spar as she braced against his shove, avoiding being toppled. However, he refused to allow that to slow him down. He kept his weight spread evenly between his three legs, while attempting to retain a hold upon Pamelas left foreleg with his left forelegs ankle, his tail extended behind him at the same level as his spine to act as a balancing rudder, his toes spreading to more evenly distribute his weight as his claws dug into the ground to further his traction. His shoulders were rolled forward over his neck, left shoulder especially pushed forward to guard his neck, his ears pinned to his skull as his scruff scrunched in rolls of fatty protection under stiffly raised hackles. He continued to keep his eyes narrowed to protective slits as he tightened his abdominal muscles. He attempted to tighten what hold he had on her scruff as he felt her gathering herself to try something. A little idea clicked in his head, and just as she surged upward, so did he, aiming to jerk her off her front paws as his own forepaws left the ground, his weight shifting to bear evenly over his hind paws, his hind claws digging into the ground for added traction, tail sweeping low for balance as he attempted to angle his upward surge forward, while seeking to raise his right foreleg to drape over Pamelas upper back, seeking a solid hold as he aimed to knock her completely off her paws once again. Her body crashed into his central and left chest, and his grip on her scruff afforded him the opportunity to get his nose smothered in her slate colored fur and bonked hard enough to make his eyes water. It did bring his nose to watering, though his upward rise with her had tamed the damage from what it could have been. The bruise on his chest was definitely severe now, throbbing angrily with his excited pulse. Between his teeth, he tasted blood, that of his opponents, as his teeth tore into her scruff, and he hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him for the injury. --- Regulus vs Pamela for Spar Round Three of Three.

PAMELA vs REGULUS for SPAR ROUND ONE PAMELA: 5 for clarity: -1 “...just a few minor degrees to her right.” I think a bit more clarity is needed here. How many degrees? Is she coming in head on? At an angle? -1 “Her set target was his left shoulder as she came in at a charge, aiming first to slam the left side of her chest into the left side of his own.” I found this statement confusing. You say the target is his left shoulder but then state that she's aiming for the left side of his chest. Which is it? -2 “...aiming first to slam the left side of her chest into the left side of his own. ” What part of the left side of her chest? What part of the left side of his chest? It's a fairly large area. -1 ”Parted jaws would then seek to clamp down upon the flesh of his upper shoulder...” Which shoulder? 9 for powerplaying. -1 “She would seek to worsen the attack by pushing forward with her hind legs...” You're assuming your bite was successful. -0 ...aiming first to...” and “...would then..” These are dangerous statements to make. They tread the line between acceptable and counting as an “if this, then that”. I didn't count off for them, I just wanted you to be aware. 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen to max of 10. 5 for attack. +2 for chest slam +3 for bite +0 for attempt to worsen 10 for injuries. First round. Pamela's round one total: 39/50 REGULUS: 6 for clarity: -1 “He felt her jaws grasp his shoulder...” Where on his shoulder? It's up to you to decide where exactly the blow landed. Even if your opponent hit their intended target it needs to be stated. -2 “...into Pamela's left chest with his left chest...” The whole left chest? Upper left chest? Lower left chest? Those are pretty big areas. -1 “...he thrust the left point of his shoulder forward...” I assume you mean his left shoulder and not the left side of one of his shoulders, but as a judge I can't assume anything. 5 for powerplaying. -2 “...as she slammed into his left breast, he thrust the left point of his shoulder forward...” followed by “a heavy bruise bloomed where their chests met...” That's a counter attack and you need to give your opponent time to react. If it were me I'd have had Reg thrust his shoulder forward and then, instead of listing damage (which pretty much forces your opponent to take damage too), I'd have said something like '[counter; damage pending]' and left it at that -for this round. Next round I'd have listed damage. -1 “...her upper canines leaving moderate scratches in their wake...” Your opponent was at a run and intending to do a fair amount of harm. Since nothing was done to escape or lessen the attack I don't think Regulus could get away with just scratches. -2 I feel there was too much movement in your attacks. In the third paragraph Reg attempts to drive his left shoulder into the center of Pam's chest and then in the fourth paragraph he attempts to ram his left chest into hers. To be fair to your opponent you can't use the same body part more than once in a round. 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen to max of 10. 5 for attack. +2 shoulder thrust +1 paw stomp +2 chest slam 10 for injuries. First round. Regulus' round one total: 36/50 ROUND TWO PAMELA: 5 for clarity: -1 “She would feel the man get a loose hold on her scruff...” Where on her scruff? -1 “at the soft flesh of his underbelly...” Where on his underbelly? -1 “She was seeking to bruise the toes...” The toes of which paw? -2 What happened to Reg's toe stomp? 10 for powerplaying. None seen! 8 for defenses. +1 for each seen 3 for attack. +1 toe smash +2 for bite 5 for injuries. -1 Moderate bruising to chest -2 Moderate bite wound to scruff (damage assigned by judge) -1 worsening of bruise -1 for bruised toes (damage assigned by opponent) Pamela's round two total: 31/50 REGULUS: 5 for clarity:   -1 “...in an attempt to slam her chest again...” Where on her chest? -1 “...around her left front leg...” Where on her foreleg? -1 “As she made to bite for his belly, he rammed forward...” Rammed forward with what? -1 “...aiming once more to knock her off balance and deflect her attack on his belly.” What part of her is he hoping to strike? -1 “Still, he felt her canines leave a moderate set of slashes in his flesh .” Where did she wound him? 8 for powerplaying. -2 “As she made to bite for his belly, he rammed forward...” An attempt to shove was already made with this body part in this round. The latter of the two reads like a counter, so again, in taking damage you're almost forcing your opponent to take damage too. 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen to max of 10 7 for attack. +4 for attempt to maintain bite +1 for shoulder throw +1 for paw swipe +1 for shove 7 for injuries. -1 for moderate bruising of toes -2 for moderate lacerations Regulus' round two total: 37/50 ROUND THREE PAMELA: 4 for clarity: -1 Where on Pamela's left foreleg did Reg's ankle land? -1 “Right leg would slide forward, held by her opponent...” Reg's attempting to hold her left foreleg. -2 “...aiming to slam herself into his jaws and chest.” What part of her body and where on his chest? -2 What happened to Reg's attempt to maintain his grip? Did it do more damage? Was he successful? 10 for powerplaying. None seen! 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen to max of 10 1 for attack. +1 for shove 6 for injuries. -2 for severe bruising -2 worsened bite to scruff (damage assigned by judge) Pamela's round three total: 31/50 REGULUS: 9 for clarity:   -1 “...as he aimed to knock her completely off her paws once again...” How is he planning on knocking her off her paws? 7 for powerplaying. -3 “...his grip on her scruff afforded him the opportunity to get his nose smothered...” and “...as his teeth tore into her scruff...” You're assuming his attempt to maintain his grip is successful. 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen to max of 10 8 for attack. +3 attempt to maintain hold on foreleg +1 foreleg throw 6 for injuries. -2 for severe bruising on shoulder -2 for severe bruising on chest Regulus' round three total: 40/50 Totals: PAMELA: 101/150 REGULUS: 113/150 And the winner is... REGULUS! Pamela must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: Pamela: Severe bite wound to scruff – 2 OOC weeks to heal Severe bruising to chest – 5 OOC days to heal Moderate bruising on toes – 3 OOC days to heal Regulus:   Moderate lacerations – 2 OOC weeks to heal Moderate bruising on toes – 3 OOC days to heal Severe bruising to chest and shoulder – 5 OOC days to heal Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For both: Good fight! My notes (there are some in the deductions above too) are pretty much the same for both you, so here it goes: you lost the most points in clarity. Try to be simple in your wording and be sure to state clearly what your character is doing, what their intentions are and what damage is being done to them. Run on sentences make it harder to decipher both as a judge and as an opponent. If you don't understand what your opponent is trying to do it's better to ask the player (and leave an ooc note in the post saying you did so) for clarity than to assume and/or leave your response vague. Take care not to assume that your attacks are successful and/or hinging other attacks on the success of another. - By [Lazuli]