There was excitement filtering through her veins, warming her blood. The beads and bird skulls that adorned her skeleton-like body sang a battle cry song in easy movement that carried her body in loose, long stride upon the muddy arena. She will enjoy this mud bath! She needed the training, she needed to distress her mind as she was attacked by the souls of the dead the moment she stepped onto the land of Boreas and what was best if not a call to arms. The spider-witch was filled with envy and anger to those with greeding want that she had encountered upn the land. The fallen King, the beautiful hag, the pregnant harlot. Ignited eyes burned with a fiery passion and a wry cheshire grin that almost never left her beautiful, ghoulish features; her father deviousness ebbed across her dark lips. How exciting the young woman neared the arena with a battle cry of a long, thunderous roar to call whoever was there that would listen to the skies. ------------ Heed, and listen closely.

She was trekking around in the North, checking out all the fascinating new lands that had been previously unknown to her. All her life she remained in a few set territories in the south, but it all changed when a bunch of packs started popping up. She was quite displeased with it, but as a loner there was nothing she could do. Having been displaced, she set to traveling around Boreas, and so far, she had not been disappointed with what she saw and those she came across. She would not be disappointed today either, it seemed. As she was passing the battlefield, a summons was cast into the sky and the fire babe paused. She listened for a moment, and decided she was feeling a bit testy today. Of course, she was also somewhat of a curious creature, so she set herself into motion to seek out the summoner. Only when the black beauty came into view did Paradise slow her pace to study her. She wasn't much taller than the fiery queen. She was all black, nothing to really sneeze at. Though what caught her eye the most was what clung to the woman's fur. The accessories on her bodice were fascinating if a little strange, something Paradise had never really seen before. She stopped several feet away, her head and tail held high as she stood in her usual regal pose. "You looking for a challenge?" Sweet lyrics dripped from her tongue, molten gaze studying the babe with a critical eye. "Talk" "You" Think

A sound escaped the spider-witch almost like a subtle hiss, as their little interaction was interrupted by the sounds of a woman. Orange tendrils plain obsidian coloration – A woman? Through these Woods, such a thing was common and yet she never seen such pigmentation before, and here she was, standing in front of her, several tail away, seeking for a duelist.. She scanned the woman upside down, visibly irritated by how her presence disturbs her cerulean lenses, she was so...bright. She belonged in the light while the black widow was destined to remain crawling within the shadows. Ma'am, She began, voice ringing of slight desperation by being so close to so many energies at once. …being alone on this battlefield seems very unlikely to me without a motive, don’t you think…? the question inquired by her with such a sweet, suave tonality, yet the hissing was ever present as a birth defect. Perhaps we share the same motive. mused out, tilting head to the side, grin fading slowly against ebon, sharp features. Cautious, on guard, regardless of her presence there which only intensified her doubt -- These parts, so dark, covered in obsolete frost, a desolated scenery seemingly perpetually locked through time – It was always strange, how these Fields apparently held still while at the same time having more life in them than that of a newborn barely grazing its surface; Such a place was not for traveling, that was certain. Her muscles tensed as cerulean orbs narrowed, each of her limbs were spread equally upon the terrian, expecting. Your move, I insist. ------------ Heed, and listen closely.

The black babe spoke to her, and her own ears leaned in to catch her lyrics. Her question sounded almost rhetorical, though Paradise offered a small nod in reponse. This woman was strange...she looked beautiful, no doubt about that. Even if she was just a plain black creature, unlike herself. But even beauty could be found in the simplest of forms. "Perhaps we do." She countered softly. She had never been in the battlefield for a fight before. She usually only spectated, but lately, she felt she ought to try her paw at it. Especially if she was going to be traveling around. She no longer wanted to be that sheltered whelp that sat and moped with only boredom for company in her southern home, no. She wanted to get out. To explore the world. To see what it had to offer. To see the beauty and the ugliness of it.

Today would add to her experiences, no doubt.

The ebon woman insisted she take the first move, so Paradise moved to put a few feet between them (about 10), and she threw up her defenses as she did so. Her hackles raised, ears pinning against her crown. Her tail tucking beneath her body, molten gaze narrowing into golden slits as she sized up her opponent. Cordelia was a few inches taller than her, not much of a difference between them so it was likely that they'd be evenly matched. Maybe. She wasn't sure. She bared her fangs and bunched her scruff, shoulders rolling forward before she charged.

Paradise sought to come at Cordelia head on, but when there was a foot or so between them, she attempted to dart to her right (Cordelia's left) in an effort to throw her opponent off and fake her out. The fiery babe moved to nearly come alongside the ebony woman, their fur potentially brushing as she sought to throw the point of her left shoulder into her opponents ribcage (2nd or 3rd rib down). With her head lowered, she tilted her muzzle in towards Cordelia's stomach, seeking then to use her teeth to bite the tender flesh just past her opponents last rib.

Paradise VS Cordelia for Spar
Round 1/2
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"||"You"||Think

As her opponent decided to put some distance between the two of them she took the time to ready her defences. Ears were still pinned back against her cranium and cerulean eyes were narrowed perfectly on Paradise. All four of her  limbs were equally parted and weight was evenly distributed on all of them to aid her balance. Her tail was acting as a rudder and chin was properly tucked as much as it could be. Her lips would peel back to reveal murderous canines as her jaws remained agape and her neck was slightly coiled. Shoulders were rolled forward and limbs were bent at the knees to further aid her balance. Paws were lightly flexed against the soil to enhance her traction and stability and finally her opponent charged at her. Her movements confused Cordelia for a split second and therefore the witty woman first attack landed successfuly. Paradise's left shoulder collided with her ribcage, creating a mild bruise around the area, something she will feel properly the morning after no less. What the other did not calculate in her next move was that the moment the left shoulder collided with her ribcage Cordelia will move along with it, manuvering her body in counter clock wise towards, aligning her front towards Paradise middle. Nonetheless, Paradise's canines did catch a glimps of the soft tissues of skin upon her tail, leaving scratches behind them as she turned counter clockwise. Simultaneously, teeth would surge forward, attempting to rip through the flesh of her mid-right rib-cage. His own left paw would move, attempting to wrap over her back, for now, there would be no time to rise over her, but there would be time to do exactly this. Paradise VS Cordelia for Spar Round 1/2 Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A ------------ Heed, and listen closely.

Her first attack had been successful, and she felt a surge of pride that it had landed. Her second attack, however, hadn't been so lucky. The ebony woman moved away from her attack and Paradise's teeth managed to graze her tail. Paradise continued to move forward. Teacupped paws kept her moving as she danced to try and follow her opponent. She didn't count on the pain that would shock her body for a moment when Cordelia's teeth punctured her side. Paradise pulled away towards Cordelia's hips. And when the slightly larger woman tried to throw one of her legs over her, Paradise practically bucked.

She would kick out with her hind legs in an effort to catch Cordelia's bottom jaw with them and force her jaws shut. Maybe with some luck, she'd bite her own tongue. Then she turned her head towards Cordelia again, aiming an aggressive bite towards the meaty part of the other woman's thigh. She tucked her tail too, just in case. Though it was likely that even if the black woman did bite her tail, she'd get a whole mouthful of fur before she scratched the skin. Even so, Paradise didn't want to risk it.

Paradise VS Cordelia for Spar
Round 2/2
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A

Her blood boiled a sweet melody, rushing in her ears and arousing traces of adrenline -- it was almost over. The witch ears flattened against her skull, muzzle lowering as her jaws gaped and chin tucked to protect her throat, lids narrowed around those sharp cerulean eyes. Her tail was held loose in preparation to aid her balance whilst she shoved her bony shoulder plates up atop her neck, the fine hairs along her shoulders and spine lifting as though to give her a larger than life appearance. Her claws would dig into the earth for traction, limbs spread and bent slightly and with that he defenses were still locked in place just in time for her opponent attack. The attack did not land exactly where the other wanted due to their movements, (she pulled away towards Cordelia hips), however, instead the other female hind legs managed to hit the side of her forehead, causing bruising. The other attack landed successfuly on heir thigh, shooting waves of pain towards her spine, shivers and it caused a viscious snarl to erupt from the witch jaws. She maintained her grip of her opponent of her mid-right rib-cage and attempt to trash her cranium right and forth in order to hopefully increase both lacerations and the amount of blood surging forward. The witch woman attempted to push her thigh inside the other female jaws, causing growls of pain to erupt from her own mouth, instead of trying to pull it because her goal was to hopefully make the other to chocke and release her grip. Paradise VS Cordelia for Spar Round 2/2 Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A ------------ Heed, and listen closely.

And the winner is...

Paradise

Cordelia must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Paradise: 310.4 Cordelia: 219.29

- Judged by Lunarcat7