It was time to see what these lesser beings had in store for him. He had heard about this place, this Battlefield that all the wolves of this land came to to tear into each other. It was rather interesting to him, and while his first intention was to come and watch a few of them, he found that he was rather jealous of the lack of blood around him. It was his turn for a little taste test. So the large beast made his way to a space away from others, two-toned gaze looking around for anyone worthy enough to fight him. He wouldn't mind cutting down some of the worms that came towards him, but he was seeking a challenge. He needed to see what the wolves of this damned land had to offer, and so far it was nothing that interested him. Him and his sister were a cut above the rest, and he doubted that he would find anyone who made it even close to being at their level. No, that was pretty near impossible. And yet... there was still a part of him that hoped for that spark of interest, that one wolf that was above these other foul creatures. Ambrose needed some blood shed, and he wanted prey that fought back. "Burn Baby Burn"

She moved with him, forever at his side, like they were strung together. She couldn't be too far away from her brother, it physically pained to be so far away from him. There was no possible way she could be left in their thicket of willows while he went off having fun! How fair was that. So, without a word, she went with him, not that she expected him to protest. She knew he needed her near just as much as she needed him. But she wouldn't interfere with his fun, just watch, observe, see if these foul creatures were any match to their power and will. So far, they hadn't been...but there were so many of them it was bound to happen eventually. Sometime, somewhere, there will be someone that could give them a run for their money. That didn't necessarily mean they were anywhere near the twins' level, but it could prove to be a little fun. So when he moved to find a place she quickly moved a good distance, ready to watch, to observe. Who knows, perhaps they would find another little servant here in these grasses, someone who would fight for their freedom, yet lose. They always lost. Which wasn't very fun all the time. She would get a kick out of watching one of their prey scurry away, and she would have fun hunting them down again. Oh, just the thought gave her shivers. "Don't disappoint me Amby~" She sang across the distance, though they both knew clearly that there was no way he could. Ambrose, to Roselin, was perfection, just as she was. The only way he could ever disappoint her, was if he broke. "Burn Baby Burn"

The raid against Threar - and his undeniable loss - had ignited a fire in his heart once again. He was not disappointed in himself, no, and yet he knew the gods wished him to win time and time again. Only with practice would he truly refine his skills and prove that he was a force to be reckoned with.

He traveled down from the more northern lands toward the Battlefield. He was familiar with this place. Green eyes would scan the terrain as he walked, his gait strong and certain despite the slight limp he was perpetually burdened with from his mangled hind paw. This place, in all its foul glory, was quite intriguing, and the scent of blood and death that permeated his nose was exhilarating rather than nauseating. Already he could feel adrenaline pounding in his chest, the hollow whirl of the blood rushing to his head echoing between his ears.

The scent of a pair of wolves quickly caught his attention. His body tensed, slinking low to the ground as the small stub of a tail he had left twitching in anticipation behind him. When he spotted them, he crept forward slowly, a grin spreading on his lips. Perhaps he could ambush one of them, since - by their postures - they were here waiting for a fight. At the very least, it would keep things interesting..

Coming from about a fourty-five degree between Ambrose's left and back side, he would aim to rush straight toward his upper hind left flank. As he rushed forward, he made sure his weight was evenly set between all of his limbs, favoring his three non-mangled ones; and his tail remained sticking out straight behind him for balance. As he felt his paws contact with the ground, his toes would spread, gripping the soil for traction so as to not be sent sprawling off-balance with his attempted attack. Likewise, his head was lowered and his shoulders rolled forward, muscles taunt save for his jaws which aimed to spread and take hold of the back of Ambrose's upper left hind flank - he hoped the pressure was great, enough to make the stranger bleed. His hackles were raised in an aggressive display while his lips peeled back to reveal his fangs, and his nose wrinkled as a low snarl was released from the depths of his chest.

As he attempted this, he kept his neck scrunched, protecting the more sensitive areas - his neck in particular. He would also lift his weight up from his front right law to aim to lash out at Ambrose's right hind leg, hoping the sudden pressure might force him to lose his balance and push him into the bite he aimed to hold.

Round 1 / 2 for Spar vs. Ambrose
 

And the winner is...

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