The young medic had taken it upon herself to hone her own skills. Secretua was currently nothing but family and Warja was reluctant to train with them. She felt coddled by her parents and stifled by their over protectiveness. She understood her dad's desire to keep them safe, but disagreed with him on some of his methods. For example, everything she knew about defending herself she'd learned on her own. No one had taught her how to handle herself. Everything she knew was gathered through experience. That she'd gone elsewhere for knowledge should terrify her parents more than anything else. With skills on her mind, Warja soon found herself at the battlefield. For several long moments she stood still, taking her sweet time in looking over the grounds. The heat of summer had scorched the grass and left it withered and dead. Once vibrant blossoms now lay brown and dried, easily crushed underfoot and carried off by the wind. She'd never been to the battlefield before and so could only guess at what it looked like when not baked by the sun, but from the looks of it, the yearling guessed it to be a decent place. All in all it wasn't what she had expected. Musing over, Warja began her search for a good place for a spar, crushing dried grass with each step and making far too much noise for her liking. She supposed any place was as good as any; after all, this was THE battlefield, and so it was with that final musing that she stopped walking and settled back on her haunches. Lifting her chin slightly, the young fae howled to let any prospective sparring partners out there know that she was looking for a match. Speaking - -Thinking

A howl tore through the hot summer air as the man sleep within his small, comfortable little den, eyelids immediately peeling open to reveal his two-toned gems. A growl would instantly force it's way up his chest. He slowly rolled over and found the soft ground beneath his paws, back arching up and pushing upon the ceiling of his den. Which was a flat boulder. Finally, he crawled out of the warm little space and stretched, aching joints making the fiend scowl with impatience. Whoever this little damsel was...she had it coming. Not only because she had howled for an opponent for a spar...but because she had interrupted his nap. The nap that he never got these days. Especially now that that god damn Walker family had moved into the Polar Sound. Pft. Aldoro found himself prowling a long the battlefield now, pupils dilated, claws kicking up dirt and dust as he walked. It didn't take him too long to see that little ashen figure sitting in the middle of an open clearing...where he figured they'd spare. His eyes ran up and down her slim body, nose taking in her easy aroma. Aldoro giggled softly and lifted his tail into the air, speaking while approaching the girl calmly. ?Oh...what is such a pretty little girl like you doing out here...you might get hurt...? His voice sounded concerned, but really, he'd care less for her. All he wanted...was the taste of her pure blood. The man played an easy, almost dangerous smirk, backing up a few steps and standing before the girl. Before he even got a reply from her he began to set himself up. Knees would casually bend just slightly as his paws became more firm and set into the ground, for balance. Toes would splay and claws would tear and rip into the soft earth covered in weak vegetation. He distributed his weight to each paw evenly, while moving out his bent legs to an even stance. Head and tail would align and straighten out with his spine, while he raised his hackles and easily rolled his shoulders. It was something that Qanik taught him a long time back at Tortuga. His abdomen would tighten, alongside his rippling muscles in preparation to the blows this woman might send toward him. Then, lips would curl back in a violent snarl, and his two-tone eyes would narrow. Brows would crinkle and ears would fold back against his head, never to leave that same spot. Finally, his jaw would slacken, and he would tuck his chin over his neck as protection. He was prepared. Through his snarling maw, the man would mutter a few soft, yet uneasy words. ?Your move, sweetheart...? Warja v Aldoro zero one two Defenses; widened stance, bent knees only slightly, splayed toes, tightened muscles, weight distributed to each limb, abdomen tightened, head and tail straightened out with spine, ears folded back against head, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, lips curled back into a snarl, lower jaw slackened, brows crinkled and eyes narrowed.

A brute would answer her call, his dark figure plodding towards her in a way that suggested he was grumpy. Well, that, or heavy. He was a big guy. Warja watched him approach and each step he drew closer made her stomach pitch. The brute was big and all...adult-like. He probably had a fair amount of experience under his belt. Warja, on the other hand, was still very much learning. Hence the call for a sparring partner. As she eyed him, the little fae began to have second thoughts, like, maybe she should have been more specific, called for someone who was closer to her in experience. Unease settled in the pit of her stomach. The young medic would have stayed nervous had the brute not decided to open his mouth. There were a couple of things he did wrong in addressing her. One, he attempted to demean her by calling her a pretty little girl, like somehow being all of those things made her less, and two, he proved right off the bat that he normally wouldn't be worth the time of day. Warja's eyes narrowed and her hackles lifted as she took an immediate dislike to the big sexist male. All of her reservations left her. He may have been big and most likely experienced, but he was idiot and he was going to underestimate her. Knowing this, she was no longer intimidated. Silently, Warja watched the brute prepare for battle and chose to do the same. Her ears folded to lay flat against her skull. She refused to dignify his words with an answer, choosing instead to pick him apart in her mind. He was bigger than her, so it made sense that he would use his size to his advantage. She stretched, wishing to limber up before the fight, and then lowered her head and rolled her shoulders forward so that her head was level with her spine and the skin along her neck was loose and bunched up. Those two defenses combined would hopefully protect the vital parts of her neck. She eyed the brute, trying to decide if he was the type to abandon strategy in favor of a rabid attack. Warja's tail curled up behind her, not in a show of dominance but in the hopes that it's rudder-like qualities would add to her balance. Lastly, she'd position her limbs squarely beneath her and bend her knees; the effect was a lower center of gravity held in a prime spot for quick movements and balance. The final touch in her defenses was tension. She felt it in her core and along her spine and legs. She was ready. ?Your move, sweetheart...? His voice would reach her ears like the ceaseless droning of an unwanted insect. This time she would reply, head jerking up briefly to lock eyes with him. "I'm nobody's sweetheart." Her piece said, Warja moved towards the brute, aiming to come at him from his right side. She'd attempt to leap towards him, her body moving up in a lunge as if she was going for his shoulder, and then suddenly dive at him, hoping on slithering under him just behind his right forelimb. From there her legs would coil beneath her and then propel her upwards while her jaws parted, sights set on the armpit of his left forelimb in an attempt to grab the joint behind it and crush it. She'd reach up towards it with her weight centered over her left front paw and her hindpaws splayed behind her for balance, as her right paw swung out forcefully in the hopes of catching the brute's right front leg from behind to sweep it out from under him. Round 1 of 2 Attacks: Seeking to dive under him while aiming to crush his left elbow joint in her jaws. Simultaneously, she's using her right paw to catch his right forelimb and push it out from under him. Defenses: Eyes narrowed, hackles raised, ears flattened, head level with spine, shoulders rolled forward, tail held out, limbs centered under mass, knees bent, tensed muscles Injuries: --- Notes: Pm me for questions! :3 Speaking - -Thinking