Crisp, frozen air swirled around him in the early Dawn. His onyx coat only just beginning to soak up the little tendrils of warmth offered by the rising sun. Puffs of white vapor billowed lazily from his jaws as he walked quietly to the pit. Pausing along the crest, he looked down, a few shapes visible in the shadows of the bowl, but only when they moved. He wasn’t the only one here to test himself. Others wished to do the same. The yearling would shiver, a thrilling feeling rolling through his spine- pushing away the nerves that coiled and twisted in his gut.

He was a member of Wolfbron, he was supposed to be excited to fight. More than that, fighting and a need for it flowed strongly in his veins. The boy no longer wished to suppress that feeling. It was clear from the challenge that Faustine did not shy from battle, she wouldn’t want him to either. At that thought, the boy moved forward, descending into the pit on deaf paws. It was nice to blend into the shadows, he felt comfortable there… but now it was time for the young Svend-Tollaire to emerge into the rising dawn. As if to signal it was time, rays of light spilled into the pit, the sun finally high enough to touch the battlegrounds.

Evren shifted, stepping into the warmth and forsaking the shadowed blanket he’d coveted since leaving the Bluffs that morning. The boy would issue a call, a call beckoning any that wished to test him forward.




Evren vs. @Who
Challenge Type

Winter is a harsh season, and this land is no different. The snow swells and dark, oppressive storms force the creatures to take shelter, starve if they have not prepared, and feast if they have. It is a double-edged sword, however; the lazy will grow fat, weak, if they over indulge in the winter months. Come spring, they are prone to being defenseless to raids. Haakon will not allow himself to become weak.

Despite the chill, he moves quickly, easily. The thick fur of his coat keeps most of the chill away, much to his pleasure. It was an advantage in his homeland, and it is one now. Come summer, he might not be so lucky. That is a problem for another day; for now, Haakon seeks only to warm his bones.

The pit draws him in, and the call further begs an answer. A boy stands tall and proud, clearly looking for a brawl. Young, perhaps not yet trained. The barbarian eases down the steep edge of the pit, ears jutting forward.

"You want a spar, boy?" It'll be a nice warm-up, Haakon decides. "Your move."

@Evren

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He waited in the cold. Impatiently. Jaws clenched with frustration until he saw the lighter colored lion approaching him. His heart would leap, a mixture of both excitement and nervousness. Gaze swept over the man, much older than himself, but somewhat shorter. He’d get his ass whooped. His brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt marring his expression as the other came to a stop. Ears twitched, picking up the words the other spoke, calling him boy. It was still a question though and he would nod in affirmation. The man would offer him the first move and he would nod again, nerves creeping up once more as his heart hammered in his chest- the thumping loud in his ears.

You got this Ev…You got this… The boy would shake himself, trying to shake those nerves away before he moved forward. His pace set at a charge, his body crouched slightly as if he planned on launching himself at the last second. Instead he would simply throw himself, his entire body becoming dead weight in an attempt to slam into the man’s front legs and bowl him over. Not considering that he could end up under the man if he was even remotely successful.




Evren vs. @Haakon
Spar
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 20 + 10 + 19 + 7

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 13 + 1

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 9 + 20 + 10 + 14

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Is that nerves, Haakon senses? He cannot tell; the boy is fairly reserved, offering nothing back but a nod before the fight begins. So be it. The youth drops down as he comes forward, and Haakon braces himself. His legs spread and bend at the joints, lowering his mass, preparing for a pounce of all things -

But Evren bodily throws himself forward instead. Haakon grunts as they collide, his legs taken out from under him - but not before his jaws part and attempt to clamp around the side of the boy’s neck, trying to get a hold of the extra skin and fat under the his mane and pull. He hopes this will be enough leverage to roll them and end up on top, but it entirely depends on how prepared the boy is to be flung.

Haakon vs @Evren
Spar
I of III
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 10 + 2 + 11 + 1 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 11 + 3 + 14 + 16

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 18 + 1 + 13 + 3

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He’d succeeded in catching the man off guard, a feat in and of itself given the mans age and probable experience. For a flickering moment, he would feel a smidge of pride at that. Followed by confusion as the mans jaws found his scruff and then felt the tugging motion as he was quite literally flung. He was airborne for a moment, frozen from the shock, until he was once more thumping into the earth. The boy would gasp for air, realizing quickly that his opponent was on top of him. His legs would thrash, careful not to unsheathe his hind claws as he attempted to kick with his hind legs, aiming for the tender parts of the belly. Simultaneously, his front legs would attempt to press into the tender part of the mans mane- claws unsheathed. He didn’t worry about a lot of damage there.


Evren vs. @Haakon
Spar
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 19 + 5 + 11 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 10 + 17 + 5 + 3

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It works.

Which is both good, and bad.

The good part is that Evren hits the ground, and Haakon ends up on top of him. Paws attempt to press down into the younger male’s chest. The bad part, however, is that there is enough of a size difference between them that Haakon has to scramble to keep the upper hand; the boy’s back legs shove at his underbelly, no doubt attempting to shove him off.

The even worse part is that, at first glance Haakon’s fur does look like a thin mane, but it isn’t. Thick, coarse fur does little against claws, and Haakon doesn’t expect them in a friendly spar. He feels his skin open up under the pressure, quickly staining his ashen pelt red down his chest, and he growls.

Haakon uses the back legs shoving into him to dislodge his back end from the boy, and as he does so, lifts his left front leg and attempts to strike the dark yearling in the face, across the cheek. His claws are out, and seeking to leave a mark - not deep, but enough to sting hopefully. He attempts to push himself away entirely, both to give Evren a moment to stand and to restart.

If he wants to play rough, so be it.

Haakon vs @Evren
Spar
II of III
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 15 + 3 + 6 + 13 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 8 + 12 + 3 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 19 + 9 + 5 + 15

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There was little resistance when his claws met the chest of Haakon, startling the boy. He hadn’t expected that, thus why he had pushed so hard. He’d expected thin scratches, not the gash that he created. His fur was stained red and with it came a deep growl to which Evren responded with one of his own, though it was not menacing. Clearly just an impulse response.

So focused on the man’s chest and what he had done, he did not see the clawed paw swinging at his face, not until his head snapped to the side and he was left with thin claw marks along his cheek that burned rather than stung. It stunned him, giving the man ample opportunity to get off him and reset. When Evren realized this, he would scramble, rolling to his feet with his head low and teeth bared in a fierce grin. He ignored the sting as best he could, but the wrinkle of his cheeks would make him wish he had been paying more attention.

Evren lunged forward yet again, this time keeping his claws sheathed, he would attempt to grasp the man in a bear hug. His head would swing in an attempt to headbutt the side of the man’s skull. Cause…why not? The fight was pretty much over and he wasn’t confident that he was going to win.



Evren vs. @Haakon
Spar
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 15 + 11 + 3 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 7 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 15 + 10 + 17 + 13

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