Poor poor Senryū. Whilst he was back home stomping his paws and complaining about how unfair life was, Ruin was out here getting shit done. Or at least she was about to. Persuading Dad had been pretty easy, she'd only had to ask and flutter her eyelashes and here she was, standing on the desolate plains of the Battlefield. Old bloodstains marked the soil, somehow not worn away by the elements, but Ruin paid them no heed at all as she strode her way out into the open with not a care in the world. Her old man lingered in the foreground but was wise to let her do her own thing, lest she get him back for it later. She hadn't done must growing over the months but she'd lost most of her puppy fat, leaving her form slim and dainty as she reclined back on her haunches and cracked a yawn. Lyre landed beside her paws with a worried squawk, he'd stored her sunglasses away somewhere safe but he still clearly thought this was a bad idea. Spoilsport.

And then she waited.

Oh! What a gorgeous creature. She was so tiny too, and Keetie didn’t think it was only due to her age, either. She was like a little pocket midget, with the most exquisite facial features. Well, maybe not the most, Keetie had seen her own reflection after all.

The starlit woman had her horned cat riding on her shoulders, and her matching armour piece secured to her head. Not quite as fantastic as a living antler rack, but still rather impressive (Or so she thought).

She stepped into place before Ruin, and grinned at the smaller wolf, her smile open and inviting as she placed a paw forward, and gave a bow over it. “I’ll take this dance, if you’ll have me, wing-eyed beauty”

"Speech"

Ruin wasn't fussy, if this blue woman wanted to fight then so be it. She'd take anyone on and if she beat up an adult maybe that'd made her Dad take her a lil more seriously too. With a grin she got to her paws, shooing Lyre away with a flick of her tail. The lady was all smooth talk and charm, and since Ruin was still young it mostly went over her head. She liked banter as much as anyone but they weren't here for that, were they?

Bursting into a quick dash, Ruin ducked low as she made to grab at the stranger's hind limb. Between her front legs and below her belly, like a giant slayer. She'd kicked her brothers asses before so what was stopping her from doing so again? Small but mighty she was, a force to be beckoned with. The stranger would soon feel the sting of her teeth, of that Ruin was mostly certain. Lyre circled over head, hesitating for a moment before he swooped down, beak ready to peck at the blue ladies' rump.

Ruin Cavaliere-Klein vs Lorikeet Flame Aracari  for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

She grinned at Ruin, as excited at the young wolf to enter into the match. She might have been all lanky with paws too big for her body, but this wolf was going to be a masterpiece once she was fully grown. The potential was all there, with the graceful brush of silver like wings across one eye. The other as black as the night sky. She was going to stomp on hearts when she was older. Keetie wondered if she might have a chance to teach her how to spin a few girls and guys around her fingers.

But, for the moment, fighting was where they were at. The girl ran headlong towards the Aracari. Her movements full of bravado and certainty. Keetie simply lowered her head, the antler crown she wore positioned to skewer the smaller wolf if she intended to keep on her current path towards her. Headlong wasn’t the way to go with antlers in her face.

Her little star-toned cat, spice, ran down her back towards her rump. She opened her little muzzle, and hissed at the bird, aiming a paw to swipe at his diving beak.

Lorikeet Flame Aracari vs Ruin Cavaliere-Klein for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened antler head armor
Companion 1: Cat with antlers, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"

Her opponent was quick to catch onto Ruin's intent, and ducked her head down, brandishing her antler headpiece in a jabbing motion. Ruin was quick to get the hint and darted away, fiendishly light on her paws as she went to strike again, same target, different angle. The stranger towered over her and thus it was easy to work around the bulk of her size, skittering this way and that, doing her best to keep in the corners of her vision. If nothing Ruin was having a grand old time and the lady didn't seem to be feeling overly serious about this either. Lyre called out in alarm as the antlered cat went to swat at him and flapped out of range, he wasn't even trying. The coward.

Ruin Cavaliere-Klein vs Lorikeet Flame Aracari  for spar
Round 2/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: N/A