His slam would partially find its way against the woman's jaws, feeling her fangs pierce his skin but shortly before her head went backwards. But this wouldn't stop his opponent from tangling her paws around his mane, like it would be with a zebra. His nerves jumped at the touch of her talons, feeling their sharp ends walking over his hide, but he let it pass as the adrenaline and excitement drove him away from minding any damage he might sustain himself. He attempted to move his frontal portion of his body to his left(her right) to hopefully do so to better face the woman. Then he rose his opposite fore paw with toes spread, for then attempting to slam it over her shoulder, aiming to force her to let go. But with that he didn't saw her next actions, as she would successfully bite on his cheek, sensing her fangs grasp the skin in there.

Sanson vs @Myra
for spar
2 / 3
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 20 + 9 + 6 + 3 + 4

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 5 + 9 + 14 + 1

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 11 + 1 + 15 + 18 + 19

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For a moment, she steadies, her weight reaching some sort of equilibrium between her hindlegs still planted in the dirt and her front paws buried in the snowy depths of her opponent's mane. It lasts only for a split second however, as the specter is shifting in place to better face her, and she wobbles slightly as the movement places a painful tug on her claws, caught as they are in clumps of his hair.

She is already trying to untangle them, to retract herself far back enough to fully recover her balance, when his forepaw slammed into her shoulder, once again threatening to upend her. With a hiss, she would rip her claws from his mane decisively, possibly taking a few of the snowy strands with her as she dropped heavily to all-fours, effectively staggered.

Her last-ditch effort to grab ahold of him with her jaws is successful, at least, her teeth catching in the delicate flesh of the specter's cheek. The huntress doesn't intend to cause him undue damage, but she does unconsciously grip tighter as she tries to keep herself from reeling any further backwards.

Her right forelimb lifted in an attempt to lash out at his left shoulder, the force behind it somewhat diminished, even for a practice fight. Her claws were still extended, however, and she imagined that the slight prick would be enough to get her intent across.

Myra vs. @Sanson
Spar
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 14 + 9 + 10 + 1 + 18 + 11

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 11 + 14 + 6 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 18 + 2 + 1 + 5

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Their fight was fun and dynamic, two different types of tactics coming together at the same time. Something he was enjoying to not end, joy and purpose he haven't felt as far as he could remember.

He hopped his counter attack would do something to bring some discomfort to his opponent, but doing his best to keep it between a mere spar's limits. Only using a portion of his strength and skills which weren't that of an expert in the area. But fights like this helped him get better.

At the end he felt her claws leave the flesh of his neck. But not too soon to feel safe. In the blink of an eye her jaws found our purchase on his cheek, feeling her fangs nip pick the skin of them. Followed by her left paw colliding with his left shoulder, leaving red trails. Some blood wouldn't bother him. He aimed to once again alma his pack(the same as before) over her shoulder, also with claws out but keeping his blow softer than ever.

Sanson vs @Myra
for spar
3 / 3
hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 12 + 17 + 5 + 19 + 10

dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 16 + 3 + 7 + 12

luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 10 + 16 + 5 + 1

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@Myra VS. @Sanson FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Myra Hits: 4+2+3+1 Luck = 10
Myra Dodges: 2+2+3 = 7

Sanson Hits: 2+2+3+1 Luck = 8
Sanson Dodges: 2+1+2 = 5

Myra Successful Hits: 5
Sanson Successful Hits: 1

@Myra HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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Their battle has been thrilling, the strain in her muscles and the quick-thinking actions perfect for soothing the restlessness that had previously plagued Myra's body and mind. There is a type of ecstasy to be found in the back-and-forth of combat, in the simplicity of her focus narrowing down to just her racing pulse, aching muscles, and the movements of her opponent.

But all things, whether good or bad, must come to an end, and the fatigue and lack of sleep is beginning to catch up with her.

Her claws catch his left shoulder and while she means him no harm, there is still a bloom of satisfaction that swells within her chest at the feeling of his pale skin splitting, though the lacerations are shallow. In a flash, she feels an answering sting in her own left shoulder, droplets of red beading up where @Sanson's claws scraped against her. There is not much force behind the blow, however, and it doesn't quite dislodge her jaws from his cheek.

She lingers for a moment, fangs threatening to break through his delicate skin, before she deliberately releases her hold, shoving her right forepaw with now-retracted claws against his left shoulder to push herself a respectable distance away from him. "Enough." She calls an end to their match, her striped sides heaving from the exertion and adrenaline rush. The cool night air was a relief now, upon her warmed skin.

"You fight well." She offered, regarding him once more with brightened eyes. There'd been moments where she hadn't been sure that she would keep her feet in the face of his larger stature and rapid counters. Though she'd prevailed, she could respect his ability. "The name's Myra. Thanks for entertaining me." He'd done enough to earn her name, at least.

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Paladin exp
+5 Complete a spar or fight
+5 Lose a spar or fight (defaulted or judged)

He finally pulls away, as she also did. His chest goes up and down with the increased activity he just took part in. Knowing it was his defeat he let her last attacks land without doing anything else to stop it. The night's wind felt comforting after the long fight that made his blood and muscles work. He needed to thank her for that, for giving him what he was looking for when he came here. And even if technically he lost, he won, he won in the way of finding this night productive, for exercising well before bed.

"You fight well too, it was fun to fight such a skilled fighter." Truthful were his compliments, impressed by the woman's skill and determination. Something he was working to achieve, slowly bit secure on his path.

"Sanson," He said back smiling tiredly at @Myra. Before he looked at the distance for a brief moment. "Well, I must go back home." Where? Nowhere really but yea. Finally he left not before giving her a soft last smile.

Exit

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There is a benefit in choosing to spar at night, in that the air feels blissfully cool upon her heated skin. The breeze ruffles her short fur, a comfort as she begins to process the worn, tired feeling settling into her muscles. Yes, that little bout had done much to settle the sense of restlessness that had drawn her here in the first place. A good night’s sleep was guaranteed.

She accepted his compliment with a slight incline of her head and a pleased smile. “You kept me on my toes.” The wraith carried a lot of strength is his larger body, and he was a quick thinker too. He would make for a better ally than an enemy, she thinks, especially if he continued to train in this way. But this had been a fun little exchange. No need to take it more seriously than that.

“Until next time then, Sanson. Goodnight.” She bade him farewell, before turning away, her paws set on the path towards home. Hopefully she wouldn’t wake up too late the next morning.

/exit Myra

@Elora

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