He stalked back to the field, head low as he called for another challenger. The Ergi had yet to meet with the children of Odin but he had decided already that he would be sufficiently prepared before he did. He couldn’t say how they would take one such as him, but he intended to show them that his practice was not the most important factor in who he was. His great size certainly made things easier for him, but soon he would need weapons and armor, and familiars if he intended to prove himself to anyone. All in due time, he assured himself, for now his prowess on the battle field would come from himself. speaking

Sufficient time had been given for the woman to rest her body after her flight from Lyenne. The storm that greeted her upon arrival was long gone… and Bells found herself wandering away from where she had first met him. A stranger… so different from those in her homeland it baffled her. He was weird… but… she found herself able to hang around him longer than she thought she might. Admittedly, in some ways, she found his presence… nice she supposed. Different from Ears or Whiskers when they were with her… but she wouldn’t mind if she saw his face again.

Beside her, at the moment, only Ears followed the woman he saw more as a sister than a master. They were… a dysfunctional family… The two of them broken while Mama Whiskers did her best to try and make sure the two idiots didn’t pull a stupid.

But when Mama’s away the kids will play…

The call of a stranger caught her attention and Bellamy lifted her head. Ears twitched curiously as her green eyes narrowed. Fighting… She had been doing that she was young… but she knew she needed far more experience. She was taller than a lot of creatures… but there were still others who surpassed her in size. She had been lucky to do what she had done in the Kedieo Empire and live to tell the tale… even Bells wouldn’t say that out loud.

She had to be ready.

Ears watched the woman quietly, examining her expression. With a thoughtful motion of her muzzle she started in the direction of the call.

They would answer the challenge.

The one they found was larger than Bellamy… both in general size and height. Scars littered his coat and the way he held himself probably should have appeared intimidating to the woman… if she knew fear.

Bellamy lifted her head to meet his gaze and let her eyes reflect her intent. He had called… she had come. Without a word Bells shifted her weight, distributing it across her four legs and gave a nod. Courtesy was… a foregin thing… but he wasn’t an enemy. She didn’t need to just charge at him like some berserker ready to tear into flesh… at least that was what Whiskers had told her.

Ears gave a nod of approval as he focused on the male.

“Make it interesting, yeh?” The devil rumbled.

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Bellamy of Foi vs Sten for Spar
Round:: 0 / ?
Age:: Over One Year {Two Years}
Size:: Extra Large
Build:: Medium
Offensive Accessory:: N/A
Defensive Accessory:: N/A
Companion 1:: Tasmanian Devil || Battle
Companion 2:: N/A {Not Present In Thread}
Mutation:: N/A {Mane}
Disability:: N/A
Fight Skill Level:: Beginner
Specialty:: N/A

He surged forward all fangs and fur snarling as he lifted onto his back legs and made a move for her throat, the Ergi didn’t intend to show up at Odindoter’s door unseasoned and now he showed it with his fervor for battle. His jaws parted, nose lifted, tail flagging out behind him, legs spread equally apart as his midsection twisted toward the girl’s throat, his front legs in the air and braced ready to make contact with the earth as his paws connected to the ground. This was a battle just like any other, he intended to treat it as such. Sten Isneven vs Bellefor spar Round 1|2 Age: Over one year Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy 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 speaking