The land was nothing that he had not encountered before in the past. The last toke he stood upon these grounds, was a fight with pepper. Even though the fight was a close one, he did not come out victorious. But that did not say he did not grow and learn from it. He did and that was all that mattered, his stride was strong and determined, his body full of scars that showed his life. To wrap all of this together, the limp from his hind left leg told a story all in it's self.


Ulrike scanned the land that rested underneath his paws. It was indeed a right area to have a brawl, Just barren and void of life, except some brown grass and plants here and there. Ulrike stopped in his tracks and looked up at the blue sky. The sun's rays beamed down upon his white pelt, the winds begun to pick up speed. It was almost like the earth its self was preparing for the battle as well.


This battle is nothing to gain except the saying that you had won the fight. Ulrike needs this brawl to ease some of his radge at Fetisha. He loved her and still dose, but she left with out a trace for a year and that did give him some anger that filled him. Eeven though this is a fight for the heck of it Ulrike was sure that the other was thinking the same thing. Or he hoped the other was thinking that.


Ulrike shook his thoughts out of his head and raiding his muzzle to the sky he bellowed out a call. This call was calling out abaddon to show him self for a battle that was about to happen. He lowered his head and looked off into the distance, waiting for the other to show, who is to win this battle will come out victorious, and have the rights to say he/she had won the fight against the other.

Ulrike

my terrible take at writing a russian accent. also, woo for my first spar in my entire rp life ;3 and i forgot how many rounds you said we were gonna do xD

when death stares a weakened being in the face, that creature can do nothing but stare back. immobilized by fear and legs grounded by immovable weights, they cannot turn and run or look away. they are forced to continually train their gaze upon those glowing eyes, peripheral vision dangerously aware of the tendrils of darkness swirling and toiling at their sides, creeping closer and closer as they stalked forth to claim their prey. they can do nothing but wait for it to wash over them and send them to eternal rest, whether it be to heaven or hell or none of the above.

on the other hand, when death is untimely and stares a more stubborn being in the face, the creature does nothing but resist. the being does nothing but backpedal against the weights of their feet and make an endless effort to escape their 'undeserved' death. the tendrils of darkness around them coil and hiss at the flying talons crashing around them threateningly. the swirling appendages of death slither to the side like snakes, searching for an opening but finding little to work with. they can do nothing but watch and wait for their prey to weaken.

his pads gently kissed the roots of the forest floor and leaf debris, leaving them nearly untouched. the sun beat down without mercy through every gap in the trees, no matter how minuscule. light rained down upon him through these gaps, and he shuddered at every slight change in temperature as the scorching sun drew its pure, warm fingers down his spine as he passed. it was hot in general, but it was a bit cooler in shade of the trees, and he was grateful for the relief. his nares flared in his panicked state, air blasting from them as he crept toward where he had been told the battlefeild was. where he had been told that the gravekeeper was.

his paranoia made him feel like his life was already draining away. no one had mentioned before of vomiting any sort, so now the stoic marshal had become a panicking private, desperate to hold onto his life. if he had been facing a murderer instead of a disease, he would have stubbornly stood up to the being and held his ground until the end, but fighting an enemy that he couldn't see on his own was not something he wished to do.

he had heard of the gravekeeper long ago, but had thought nothing of it. now, his search for survival was driving him to seek the being out and find him on his own accord. his frenzied pace slowed as he began to notice small piles of stones and various other relics in the distance. he drew to a halt, sides heaving and labored breath rasping from thirst and fatigue. a tremor quaked through the bones of the aged general, forcing him to remember. he was to meet ulrike here - an agreeance between two men for a friendly spar. perhaps not his best choice, given the circumstances. lifting his crown from its retired state, it would seem luck had blessed him as he was already standing within proximity to the tortugan warrior. "pl'ase, ex'use my tardiness. we shou' begin, no?" as the harshly accented words fell from a pronounced jaw, the diseased marshal fell into the wide stance of an experienced brawler; spine slightly curled, weight shifted to occupy his back stilts, neck craned inward, banner following the path of his spine while keeping level - the ever patient viper.



round zero of ???


defenses; spine curled with his weight shifted to his hinds so as to allow him a quicker lunge, neck arched inward to protect his throat, tail level with his spine for balance

TABLE + CODING BY TIFF

That is ok and i said 6 rounds if you don't mind.

Ulrike's black eyes gazed upon the site of Abaddon once more, as the brute walked his way towards Ulrike. The accent that Aba had on him was different and had not herd such before. A twitch of Ulrike's ears indicated that he was listening to the words of his opponent."Indeed we shall begin." Ulrike lowered his head,hind back left leg slid back a bit to give Him a better stance.His tail was in level with his spine for balance.


"I wish you the best of luck. He said as his eyes narrowed and focused upon the brute. His ears rested them selves upon his skull, and his lips curled back to expose his teeth. His eyes locked on his target he pulled his head in closer to his body to protect his neck. If he was to get a good shot and make damage, he would need to get in close. Ulrike's tail swished as he pushed off with his hind legs.


the muscles under his pelt rippled with every movement. His large frame carried him towards Abaddon. His teeth bared and a small growl bubbled up and out of his throat. Ulrike was now close as he wanted, he pushed off with his hind legs some more and lunged towards the brutes Muzzle. If he did not move, Ulrike would sink his teeth into the flesh of his opponent. If he gets a good grip on the flesh of Aba Ulrike would leave hid neck unexposed, but his side he would do nothing about it. At this point his neck was the more of importance.


Attack: He aimed his attack on the brutes muzzle. If the male did not move he would sink his fangs in to the flesh of his opponent.

Defense:He took his head and made his neck unexposed.Hind left leg back and tail level to his spine for balance.

Injuries: First round: None Just started.

Ulrike

Round:1/6

Edited to add rounds.