Electric and horrifying, Davey is more than ready to get rolling. The skies had begun to resolve, and the autumn around him was something to behold. Brilliant and tense, and breaking away from home more and more. Hell, more than usual, but still not as much as Corsair had. Davey wasn't about to admit to missing his brother, but it's done something to his mood. Dragging it down, throwing it in the garbage-- you know, the like.

An unkindness tugged closely around the boy, nasty expression washed over his face. The call of his bird somewhere far above, Davey makes his appearance. His call is stark, harsh, more of a bark than anything else. All that's left to do is fidget with his axe and wait.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma

The battlefield was no stranger to visitors, but it was a stranger to the flame prince. He had heard of it - wolves coming here to test their strength, increase their skills in martial arts, or simply bask in the echoes of the violence left behind in this place. It wasn't surprising to hear a call break the eerie quiet as he explored, though the sharpness of this bark gave him a pause. It wasn't a challenge but something that demanded acknowledgement, and that alone was enough to pique his interest.

Two ravens circled overhead, their cries cutting through the autumn air as Balrog adjusted the obsidian dagger at his side. The dark plates of his bracers glinted faintly as he moved, his strides measured but deliberate. He knew the kind of wolves drawn to this place; they came looking for something, whether it was strength or blood.

The source of his call soon came into view - a young, wiry wolf with an axe in tow. Balrog's obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the tense set of the stranger's shoulders and the rough expression carved into his face. He stopped about ten feet away, his voice easily carrying over the wind.

"Looks like I'm not the only one out here seeking violence," Balrog said, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement. The ravens settled nearby, their dark forms perching on half buried bones of those that had fallen. "You know how to use that axe?"

His gaze lingered on the stranger's weapon before meeting his eyes. "Name is Balrog," he said, the weight of his presence holding a quiet intensity even in his neutral stance. "I'm ready when you are."

"Balrog"

There's something sinister in him. Something deeply unkind, shifting like the tides and the clouds in the sky above. Davey is ready, and more than that. He's excited. Every bit of him electric, as he shifts his weight forward. The boy before him has a weight advantage, but that's more than alright. Nimble, the boy is already fixing him with the trademark border collie stare. Deep, like he's trying to drive that searing gaze right through his opponent's skull. "No, I'm just out here to look fucking stupid with it. What do you think?" Davey spits the words, caustic where they drip from his maw. Hackles up, quills already flexing.

Without another thought, he springs to life. Hitting the switch on his axe, allowing it to go to full extension only when he's within striking distance. Attempting to chop at his opponent's knees, a deadly picture. Coming in hot, brutal, and bold. Shoulders bowed, quills standing on end, relying on them as a deterrent if his opponent tries to get through his dangerous mid-ranged weapon. Davey will simply take his shot and keep moving, light on his feet and positively erratic.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma


Davey vs Balrog for maim (full acl tear)
Round 1/?
Age: under 1
Size: Titan
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: spring loaded axe flail
Companion 1: Atlantic puffin, female - perception
Mutation 1: Neck quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Mushroom paws - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator

Balrog was no stranger to a wolf so cocky, having grown up with Citadel, but the sheer venom dripping from the smaller wolf’s words struck a nerve. His eyes, those obsidian orbs gleaming with an unnatural sheen, narrowed dangerously. The raven on the nearest perch let out a sharp, rasping cry as if echoing its master’s irritation.

“Cute,” Balrog growled, his voice like gravel underfoot. His muscles tensed instinctively, hackles bristling, as Davey sprang into action. The axe’s sudden extension was a clever trick, and Balrog’s gaze followed the motion with sharp precision.

The strike came low, aiming for his knees, but Balrog’s reflexes were honed by his training. He leapt back just enough to avoid the blade’s edge, the movement more a predator’s glide than a retreat. The sharp air whistled past his legs, but the real sting came from the insult - Davey’s arrogance burned hotter than the threat of steel.

“You’re not even worthy of that axe,” Balrog snarled, his lips pulling back to reveal thick teeth. He lunged forward in retaliation, keeping his weight low as he aimed a vicious strike with one heavily plated foreleg, intending to batter the smaller wolf’s exposed side. His bracers gleamed as they moved with bone-crushing intent.

At the same time, he lashed out with his dagger. The obsidian weapon, glinting with the promise of pain, cut through the air in a tight arc, aimed to at Davey's face in an attempt to get him to drop the axe. Balrog wasn’t aiming to kill - not yet - but the sting of the dagger would be a stark warning if it hit.

“Come on, then,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble as he pressed forward, testing Davey’s speed and resolve. The ravens took flight, circling overhead and cawing loudly, as if heralding the battle below. Balrog’s frustration burned like a fire in his chest, and he was determined to show this reckless boy exactly what it meant to pick a fight with him.

Balrog vs Davey for Maim (acl tear)
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Titan
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Plated Bracers
Companion 1: Raven, Male, 50" (Perception)
Companion 2: Raven, Female, 48" (Perception)
Mutation 1: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Crystal obsidian eyes - Perception
Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Navigator

"Balrog"

Basilisk had an itch, a feeling. Call it parent intuition, but he knew his son was in trouble. Perhaps it was because Balrog was still new to the battlefield, he hadn’t been traversing it as much as his brother.

But when the fight began, Basilisk was nearby, and when the dog went for a more serious attack, Basilisk smoothly moved in. trotting quickly into the frey as he turned the fight into a melee, attempting to grab at his son's opponent by the back leg and pull them away from his son. Lessons and spars were one thing, but he had a feeling this creature was about to take it too far.

Basilisk and Balrog vs Davey for defense against maim
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Shoulder Spurs
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Faux Wings
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Miniature reindeer, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Wyrm, Female, 50" - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Lizard eyes- Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"