Gossamer stretched for a moment before donning her armor and heading to the fight ring where the miniature tournament was being held. News had reached them that her brother Kotori had succeeded in starting a pack and to celebrate Kotori was holding a celebration including a tournament. Now the Armada warriors were fighting to determine the packs champion.

Gossamer fidgeted. She wanted to win this fight but at the same time she wasn't sure she wanted to take on the pressure of being the pack's champion if she did some how manage to make it to the top after the miniature tournament. Still, she wouldn't just throw away a fight and focused on this event as a chance to see how she was stacking up against her fellow warriors. She set her defenses and faced off against Grim. "Ready when you are."

agreed to just to a one round fight rolled ourselves to get this along faster <3

Grimshaw rolled his shoulders as he squared off before one of the Fatalis middle-children, a final swig of his drink taking care of any of his residual stiffness from the surprise tournament. He hadn't been much aware that Kotori had any interest in leading his own pack, but he certainly wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to be the face for the Armada in the tournament.

Her invitation was more than enough for him to suddenly bolt towards the woman, teeth bared and shoulders rolled forward with the intention of barrelling into her head-on. It wasn't his usual approach, but doubled with his muzzle dipping down he wondered if he would also be able to grab her forelimb in the same moment. With the balaclava-style armor attached to the giant skull helmet he wasn't worried about his nape, and so even with the desire to win and represent the Armada, he wanted to try something new.

"Speech!"

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Gossamer steeled herself in preparation, trying to shake the myriad of thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus on this fight and not worry about past or future. He charged toward her and wary of his greater size she slipped to her left as his head dove down, fangs cutting her left front leg just below the elbow but failing to take hold. She kicked off hard, head tilting to the side as she attempted to latch onto his left knee. She kept her ears pinned and her tail tucked, hoping to grab hold and pull her body in close to minimize what was left in reach of Grim. For the mean time her companions watched, their own forms tense and ready to engage should Grim's own companions join the fight.