Show Your Mettle [Torben]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1051
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Their numbers were growing, if not by many. With Torben’s joining, there was the hope of an experienced adult who would be able to help improve the younger wolves of the pack and any future children. He just had to assess the man’s level of skill to know if there was anything Torben could teach. He doubted the man would be a lackluster fighter.
He padded to a stop by the meeting boulder and tipped his muzzle to the sky, calling the man for their test spar. Time to see what the albino dire was made of. Even if his path didn’t lay in the direction of a career warrior, it would be good to be certain he could protect himself in the field.
Ardyn settled into a light stance, balanced and ready. He’d donned his armor, minus the pouches and cloak, and Lyr sat in the oak above him. Lunira and Sädir sat to either side, waiting—in Lunira’s case with cold alertness, and Sädir, younger and eager to please, tried his best to sit as still as the long-coated, metallic looking snow leaopardess, but his tail tip twitched frenetically.
They wouldn’t involve themselves if Torben chose to take up against only Ardyn, but if he was up for a challenge, it would be a good test to learn to work with each other as a team.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.
He had been on the outskirts of the territory when he heard. He made his way at his own pace, taking into account his massive size that made speed somewhat annoying at times. Now that he faced the High King, he dipped his head. Noticing the armor and the companions with him, it didn't take a lot to figure out Ardyn wanted to spar. "I ain't gonna disrespect ye with waitin' for it" he gave a fleeting warning to prepare before Torben launched himself at the King. Pussyfooting around resolved nothing at all; if the man wanted to use his familiars, he would let him. He wore no armor and had no items to use to his advantage. He more or less rushed Ardyn, using his left shoulder to shove into the other wolf. It was a test of strength so far, and Torben would meet the match. |
Torben vs Ardyn for SPAR
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1051
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Torben came into sight in a short time and Ardyn nodded at the man, muzzle dipping in acknowledgement of the man’s warning, as well as tucking to guard his throat.
The albino male rushed the young king, and Ardyn waited until the last heartbeat before Torben was to reach him before shifting his weight subtly toward his own left and dropping his right shoulder forward in a hard jut, letting Torben hopefully drive himself into the armor-covered point of Ardyn’s right shoulder for a bruising impact on the albino man’s left shoulder, just inside the joint.
The flame-black king didn’t remain in place to see if he was successful, aiming to disengage with a large step to his own left and pivot on his hind quarters to his right, aiming to slam the front of his chest into Torben’s left side, behind the foreleg, seeking to stagger the man as his right front paw snapped up in a swift, hard punch toward Torben’s left front leg, aiming to shove the limb off center as his own weight shifted to compensate his balance into his other three limbs, tail flicking like a black, flame-licked torch behind him for balance.
His ears and eyes listened and watched the man closely, taking stock of what Torben might try and ready to adjust his movements should he need to.
Off to the sides, Lunira watched patiently, silvery lilac eyes intent. Sadir shifted, paws kneading excitedly. Lyr crouched on the branch above, wings half-mast in preparation to drop in if needed.
Ardyn vs Torben for Test Spar
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.
Slow and steady had always been his speed. He was not surprised a king and alpha was skilled, for Torben was not an expert in the art of fighting. He had been a peaceful man but not ignorant. Wars had to be won, sieges repelled and raids withstood. All were the calling cards of violence. Especially in multi-community locations. He grunted as he collided with the armor, but his fluffy exterior seemed to cushion some of the blow. He bounced back with the speed of a younger wolf as Ardyn put space between them, pivoting his body. They were both of medium weight, so unbalancing would be equally tough for both. He watched, noticing Ardyn balanced by his tail. But the stagger did work, and he shifted balance to three legs now before he rose both his front legs. Swinging his body back, he had a split second to calculate. The end of the fight was near. It was not drawn out or long. He would seek to finish as best he could. He rose before crashing down, trying to flatten any part of Ardyn he could. Torben was no fighter and he would do this by instinct, using his massive body as a weapon when all else failed. |
Torben vs Ardyn for SPAR
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1051
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
The older male staggered, and Ardyn caught the shift of muscles in the albino male’s haunches as Torben reared and swung toward him.
The young king dropped beneath the man, swerving to his own right and seeking to cross under Torben to the man’s right side. As he went, he sought to snatch the man’s left foreleg in his jaws, well behind the sabers and their serrated back edges, aiming for the man’s wrist. He hoped to use Torben’s own move against him and jerk the leg with him underneath and across Torben to twist the male into toppling to his side as Ardyn’s own hind end swung to his right, leaving the ground as the only thing to flatten.
It was one of his mother’s favorite moves, and for a smaller wolf, she had put Ardyn and Cairo face first in the dirt many times during training with this or similar maneuvers.
Lunira struck at that moment, bounding in and seeking to slam her right shoulder into Torben’s left side behind his shoulder, to assist in the young king’s movement and further send the albino male off his paws.
Sädir jerked in place but held back at a dagger glance from the snow leopard, and sulked into a loafed crouch, tail twitching in disappointment.
Lyr folded his wings, relaxing on his perch but keeping a keen watch to see how things panned out.
Ardyn vs Torben for Test Spar
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.
TORBEN | ARDYN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ARDYN Attack Roll: 34 Defense Roll: 14 Agility Roll: 10 Perception Roll: 24 Total: 82 Attack[34] + 90% Bonus[30.60]: 64.60 Defense[14] + 10% Bonus[1.40]: 15.40 Agility[10] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 10.00 Perception[24] + 10% Bonus[2.40]: 26.40 Total[116.40] + 40% Bonus[46.56]: 162.96 TORBEN Attack Roll: 53 Defense Roll: 84 Agility Roll: 42 Perception Roll: 85 Total: 264 Attack[53] + 15% Bonus[7.95]: 60.95 Defense[84] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 84.00 Agility[42] + 10% Bonus[4.20]: 46.20 Perception[85] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 85.00 Total[276.15] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 276.15 |
"Enough." Torben swung away from the High King, placing distance between them. His fur was ruffled and dirty, and he stared at the other male to make sure he wouldn't pursue another bout. It didn't matter to him if he won or not. Ardyn wanted to see how the Norseman fared in a fight; that was all to it. With the victory went the emotional spoils. Torben knew better to celebrate over just one win. He still had a way to go before becoming a master defender. "S' my skills to yer satisfaction, High King?" The massive albino lowered his head a bit. He was weary after traveling so far, coming to a pack and joining it... Then being forced to fight another Dire in a display. A needless one. He would never be a warrior that pursued battle; his talents lay in defense and navigation. Still, he would protect Valhalla if danger came knocking. For now. His tone was not accusing or sarcastic, just tired. His red eyes drooped somewhat, bags under them. He needed to rest. |