He wasn't sure that he had ever stepped foot in the battlefield before today, but it was a place he heard about where others liked to come to fight. Well, he was feeling moody, and he certainly needed the practice, so here he was. The Saxe male sighed as he slowly made his way forward, an almost bored expression on his face. How did this work? Did he seek out someone standing around? Did others call to make their intentions known? Was he supposed to call to let someone know what he was looking for? He had no damn clue. For all the shit he learned in Aerie, this was new to him. He eventually stopped and looked around, but so far he seemed to be alone. Instead of waiting, he threw his head back and called for someone to fight him.

For Delphi, getting stronger was a necessity. Being as small as she was, it made her an easy target. Hell, a bird could pick her up and take her away. Knowing now that she had to be able to defend herself, the young pup made her way toward the Battlefield. At least this time she told Vidarr and Strai where she was headed. If anything were to happen, they'd know where to find her. Making her way across the desolate plains, she doesn't stop until a beckoning call reaches her ears. A wicked grin flicks over her split-colored muzzle as she heads toward the source. "Hey big guy, wanna tango?" Delphi calls out to him as she closes the gap between them.

"Hey big guy, wanna tango?" His attention is drawn to the voice. Only...he wasn't expecting what he saw. Was that...a kid? A very, very small...kid? He glanced around, an incredulous look on his face as he searched for a parent or an adult or...someone that he assumed was babysitting this kid. "Is this a joke?" Was he really supposed to fight a kid!? He frowned as he stared at her, an irritated look on his face as his ear twitched with annoyance. He had come for a fight, not to babysit. "Tch...you sure you know what you're asking for, kid?" He questioned as he set his defenses. The fur along his neck bristled, stance lowering closer to the ground so he had better balance, claws biting the earth for traction as his ears folded back and eyes narrowed. If she wanted a fight then...he supposed he'd take what he could get. He needed the practice, after all. "Your move, runt."

The boy's nasty attitude has Delphi sneering. Her top lip fully pulled up to reveal her teeth as her ears flattened back against her head. A joke? Did it appear that she was joking? Delphi's eyes narrowed as he continued to insult her. That was the last thing she was going to tolerate. "Did I fucking stutter?" She snaps back at him as her own paws move to widen slightly, her toes flexing into the dirt beneath her. The fur along her spine bristles with frustration and anger as she notices he is also preparing for a fight.

Your move, runt.

By the time the last syllable drops from his lips, Delphi is rocketing forward. No one called her a runt. Not even her siblings. The boy had crossed a line and he would pay for it. A snarl ripples from her throat as she dives between his spread legs. If she can make it underneath him, she aims to grab ahold of his left rear leg and bite down with her elongated saber fangs.

Delphi vs Ravage for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with cougar claws
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked collar of bear teeth
Companion 1: Male Binturong, 22” - Battle
Companion 2: Tasmanian Devil, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Spicy blood (Defensive)
Skills: Advanced Healer & Beginner Fighter

He seemed to have hit a nerve. The girl looked angry, and it really showed. He drew up a sneer of his own as his lips played up into a smirk. "Did I fucking stutter?" He laughed. "What's the matter small fry? Can't take a joke?" He replied as she raced toward him. This kid had a mouth on her, that was for sure. The girl was small as fuck, much smaller than anyone he'd fought so far which wasn't saying much because honestly, he hadn't fought much. He was still feeling his way around spars and such, but he'd be damned if he let some little shrimp beat him.

As she got close, he swore he could smell the pack scent on her. Whether he liked it or not, he was sure she had some sort of training if she felt so confident coming out to the battlefield on her own and looking for a fight. Shit. He probably picked the wrong one today, but fuck it. He wasn't going to run away from this.

Jaws snapped for her as she dove beneath him, teeth seeking to grab her tail or rump or whatever the fuck he could grab before she completely escaped him. He tried to back peddle to avoid her fangs, though he winced and snarled as he felt them grasp and pinch his hind leg. Out of reflex, he kicked with the leg she was attacking. Hopefully, he'd manage to kick her square in the nose.

Ravage vs Delphi for Spar
Round: 1/2
Age: 1yr+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

Small fry. Was that all he had in the way of insults? The Thrall could insult her better than that. She almost laughed, but she was too focused on chomping his later to retort. It was almost a little obvious that he was inexperienced. Not that she was any better, but letting her slip through his legs hadn't been a good idea on his part. Her fangs sink into his skin and the warm blood flows onto her tongue.

As she is releasing, pulling back, and trying to pivot for somewhere else, she is suddenly knocked backward. His larger paw launched at her nose and propelled her onto her back. Still, somewhat beneath him, she lets out a growl and kicks both of her back legs upward toward his chest. "Hope you choke, nasty ingrate," she sneers as she pulls her lip up in a sneer before scrambling to hopefully get back onto her paws and put distance between them.

Delphi vs Ravage for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with cougar claws
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked collar of bear teeth
Companion 1: Male Binturong, 22” - Battle
Companion 2: Tasmanian Devil, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Spicy blood (Defensive)
Skills: Advanced Healer & Beginner Fighter

He felt his foot make contact with her, and although his teeth had missed, he would take what he could get. She was tiny, so this fight proved to be difficult for him since he hadn't fought someone so small in a long time. Not since he and his sister had last tussled, and even then those fights were all play. "Hope you choke, nasty ingrate," He laughed at her attempt. "Gotta do better than that, kid." He growled as he looked to see where he was, though just as he did so, she kicked his chest which in turn, briefly knocked the air from his lungs. He gasped for breath as he recoiled a bit, a gargled snarl slipping free.

"I've...had enough...of this!" He hissed. If she was keen on staying underneath him, then he would do what he had to do. He lurched forward a step or two and then dropped his rump. His intention was to sit on her, flatten her to the ground, and pin her there. Tooth and claw be damned, this would work just fine. "Let's define the term babysitting!"

Ravage vs Delphi for Spar
Round: 2/2
Age: 1yr+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

And the winner is...

RAVAGE

DELPHI must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: DELPHI: Attack Roll: 75 Defense Roll: 33 Agility Roll: 10 Perception Roll: 23 Total: 141 Attack[75] + 40% Bonus[30.00]: 105.00 Defense[33] + 35% Bonus[11.55]: 44.55 Agility[10] + 15% Bonus[1.50]: 11.50 Perception[23] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 23.00 Total[184.05] + -15% Bonus[-27.61]: 156.44 RAVAGE: Attack Roll: 46 Defense Roll: 17 Agility Roll: 89 Perception Roll: 41 Total: 193 Attack[46] + 5% Bonus[2.30]: 48.30 Defense[17] + 5% Bonus[0.85]: 17.85 Agility[89] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 89.00 Perception[41] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 41.00 Total[196.15] + 10% Bonus[19.61]: 215.77