Dagrún stretched and took another swig of wine, eager for her turn in the tournament. They'd rolled bones to see who was paired with who and she found her opponent a younger boy with a gorgeous blue pelt. He looked tough and she grinned as she bounded into the ring. She was feeling really good after a few drinks and though tipsy she wasn't drunk and fairly certain she could hold her own in the fights. Races were another thing but a fight was just what the doctor order. Dag readied herself and set her defenses before looking over to the boy. "Shall I take the first move?" She was good either way.

Truthfully Bronze wasn't completely sure why he'd come here in the first place. Socializing wasn't really his thing, especially not with strangers, though he supposed that getting to know all sorts of wolves was only smart. It'd teach him how to better protect himself and his family, knowing the sort of wolves that were out there. That, and getting some actual fight practice in was always a plus. He just hated being so far from home without his siblings, but he decided to distract himself with a fight he'd signed up for, pacing as he waited for his opponent to be named. She looked like a good opponent. A bit smaller than him, but she seemed feisty and willing to start right away. He nodded, silently for a long moment as he looked her over and hunkered down, readying himself in case she struck fast. His own fighting style was more careful and deliberate; he wasn't sure how he'd fare against someone more unpredictable. "Sure, go for it," he encouraged her as his tail lashed out behind him to aid in his balance.

Dagrún grinned as the boy agreed to give her the first move. She finished setting her defenses, double-checking that her ears were pinned and her tail tucked. She eyed the boy for a moment more before she kicked off hard against the ground and charged for him. She attempted to dive along his right side, aiming to bite onto his left leg just above the knee. At the same time she tried to scratch his underbelly with her right claws. Beyond the initial movements she didn't have much of a plan. While tactical in her everyday life she was still learning to apply that tact to fighting. More often she would just go with the flow, rarely thinking about what she was doing.

Dagrún vs Bronze for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

He'd only really fought against his sister before, and truthfully he hadn't gone all out, not wanting to hurt her. Bronze mirrored her movements as best as he could - he realized all at once that he was visibly younger than most of the wolves here, but he liked to think his personality made him seem a bit older. Either way it wasn't time to back out now, and he squared his shoulders and tucked his tail as she charged at him. His honest instinct was to flinch away from her. He imagined her not adjusting for his movement and crashing hard into the ground. He wasn't sure that was how things would unfold though. Wrinkling his nose, he braced himself instead for attack, expecting the way her jaws clamped down on his left leg - but not the claws on his belly. He tried to adjust himself away, twisting his hindquarters around to the left with an awkward hop in an attempt to make it harder for her to get at his stomach. He was a little taller than her so he tried using that to his advantage, lunging forward slightly further into her grip and making an attempt to grab hard onto her scruff and give his head a hard shake. Bronze vs Dagrún for Spar Round 1 / 2 Age: Under 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter