A pale silver bitch with even paler brindle stomps up to the group and looks them over with an air of disgust. "You and you," she snaps at Dylas and Tyto, her tone making it clear she doesn't think they were any better of a choice than any of the other ones, but she's making do with what she has. She stalks over to a circle of stones set into a ring in the ground without even glancing back to see if they're following. "Don't step out of the circle or you're disqualified. I'll decide who wins when you finish flailing at each other," she sneers. "If that's clear enough for you, you may as well go first," she says as she indicates Dylas.

He and his brother decided to come and check this thing out, and upon doing so, ended up joining in the tournament! He had little fighting experience, but if his brother managed to win his fight, then Dylas wsa confident he'd win his fight, too. He couldn't wait for the first rounds to end because he was eager to get started. The moment he spotted the silver coydog stomp his way, he knew it was time! Oh yeah this would be great! He could show off and beat a...a runt?! Okay, maybe runt wasn't what he was fighting, but the pup he was facing off against was way younger than he was. He glanced at the coydog and almost had the mind to ask if this was actually going to be his opponent, but he didn't want to risk her wrath. She looked way too grumpy... Turning his attention back to the younger pup, Dylas shook his hair out of his face and squared his stance. Okay, beating this kid would be easy as pie! With a grin, he bounded towards Tyto with the goal of knocking the boy over and keeping him on his back. Easy enough. He was sure he had the weight to keep him down for sure! When he got close enough, he swatted at the boys head with one paw and aimed to swat the boys rear with the other. Hopefully, with enough force, the kid would spin around like a top and just stumble out of the ring if he got dizzy enough. Dylas vs Tyto for TOURNAMENT SPAR Round 1/2 Size: Extra large (pup) Build: Medium Offensive Accessory: n/a Defensive Accessory: n/a Companion 1: N/A Companion 2:N/A Mutation: Saber fangs Disability: N/A Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: n/a speech action

With his first win under his belt, Tyto was of course, very proud of himself. He held himself proudly with his chest puffed out and mimicking his father's alpha stance. But then when he was paired up for another fight and he saw how big his opponent was, he almost seemed to deflate for a moment. Oh boy...this guy was larger than the girl he'd fought before! And he had...fangs? And long fur on his head? He couldn't say he wasn't fascinated by him.

It would be his luck though that he stared too long wondering if he'd ever grow fangs and get that big. By the time he realized the fight had started, the other boy was already on him. Tyto would use his smaller pup size to his advantage, diving straight between Dylas' legs to avoid the hit to his head. His opponent only managed to smack his back end, but it did little to stop Tyto.

He dove right for the larger boys back leg as he aimed to throw his body into it and make him stumble or fall over. Then he would seek to dig pointed teeth into his back foot.

Tyto vs Dylas for Tournament Spar
Round: 1/2
Size: extra large
Build: medium
Fight skill: beginner

And the winner is...

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

- Judged with Love by Tea