A matronly coydog whose gray fur bears white brindling bustles up to the fighters and looks them over. Her eyes fall on Banshee and Pyrrhic , and she is quick to gather the pair of them together. "Come along dears," she coos to the two of them, and bundles them over to a circle of stones set into a ring in the ground. "All right then, sweeties, make sure you stay inside the ring, ok? If you step out I'll have to disqualify you, I'm afraid. I'll declare a winner when we are ready, but remember that its having fun that counts. Darling, you go ahead and go first," she adds to Banshee.

Banshee was radiating excitement as her name was called into the ring. This was the first time the head strong babe could really prove herself. She was less then half the age of her opponent and much smaller, but the earth toned pup was ready to rumble nonetheless. Her form made it's way into the ring and she nodded tot he Coydog rather quickly. She had been watching the other puppy brawls and got tons of great ideas for her own fight. Firstly, she tried to secure a few commonly known defenses. Banshee mimicked the adults with a lowered head, a semi menacing snarl, flat ears, and narrowed eyes. Though, her tail wagged uncontrollably the entire time.

"I am gonna beat your sandy cheeks!" A flurry of giggles could be heard before the pup bounded forwards towards her opponent. Banshee aimed her run head on and at the last minute moved to leap upward in order to try and get Phyrric into a Bear hug. Hind legs bent and paws dug into the earth as her two front paws aimed to land at the yearlings shoulders. A little growl could be heard as she went in for a sharp puppy bite at the right side of his face. The cheek region just below the eye. She aimed to at least nip at the tender flesh but with her lack of skills and cumbersome ways Banshee would likely be unable to really do too much damage.

Banshee vs Phyrric for Dominance for Tournament
Round 1/2
Size: XL
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: --
Defensive Accessory: --
Companion 1: --
Companion 2: --
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: --

Banshee

His shame, it seemed, knew no end. Not only did he get a second undesirable referee, but he got yet another toddler for an opponent! He was damned no matter what. If he lost to a baby he'd be a joke and if he beat a baby, he'd just be that guy that tossed a baby around the ring. This was so embarrassing. Pyrrhic frowned disapprovingly at his opponent's threat and then sneaked a glanced at Benkos to see if he was paying attention. Much to Pyrrhic's chagrin, the mandrill had seated himself on one of the rocks that lined the ring and he was paying attention. Instead of replying to Banshee, Pyrrhic just sighed. He stood still as the girl charged at him, letting her leap at him and wrap her forelegs around his neck. She was so small that he didn't have much to fear from her first attack. The second, however, was enough of a threat to force him to act. Pyrrhic jerked his head back quickly so that Banshee's teeth sheered off some of the fluff on his cheek instead of finding purchase. Okay, his turn. Pyrrhic jutted his chest out and shoved forward while simultaneously using his left forepaw to swipe at Banshee's hind paws. His goal was to knock both of her little paws out from under her while shoving her over backwards onto her back. He intended to follow her to the ground; his heftier weight pinning her helplessly beneath him. PYRRHIC versus BANSHEE for TOURNAMENT Round ONE of TWO Size: Extra Large Build: Heavy Companion: Mandrill - Battle Fight Skill Level: Intermediate

And the winner is...

PYRRHIC

Due to not posting within the three day default time limit, BANSHEE loses the match and must now submit, pass out, or run away.

- Judged with Love by Tea