Well, this place was kinda grim. Probably better than it was a couple years ago, but. . .still. Obviously something had set this place afire; perhaps it had been beautiful once. There was life blooming, here and there, but right now it was covered in frost.
Vercingetorix trudged through the thin layer of snow, having temporarily removed himself from the others. He really didn't know why
Heda was taking so long. Weren't they, like, right by the sea? Why couldn't they just go to Drageda
now?
But no, she had insisted on Thuringwethil's Tour of Memories, and it seemed never-ending. Well--he would make himself useful when she needed him, but she couldn't fault him for trying to find fun elsewhere. He was tempted to howl and see who answered, but instead he continued to traipse around the barren rise instead, bored out of his goddamn mind.
Jesus, couldn't someone come and like, beat him up or something?
He turned to face the alabaster man, laughing in response. Hell no, man,
Verx exclaimed, grinning. Be sad if it was. What a nightmare.
He padded toward the other, tail swinging behind him. It was interesting, the complete dichotomy between their pelts. Night and day, one might say. Vercingetorix cocked his head, sizing the man up.
What brings you here?
he asked. It's not the real estate, beautiful as it is,
the brute added, with a smirk. If wolves could get off on sarcasm, he'd be a multiple orgasm kind of guy. Alas. . . You as bored as I am?
The man talked funny, like he was giving out riddles. Verx straightened up, eyeing him with one brow raised, a dubious smile coming to his mouth. I dunno what you're talking about,
he responded. Place is ugly, dude. As for my pack. . .you must mean my kru. I've got no pack; only been here for a few days.
He stretched, catlike, suppressing a yawn as he favored sore muscles. But yeah, I suppose I haven't been entertained, much,
Vercingetorix continued. Too much planning, not enough action. You wanna spar?
he asked, head tilted in query. He rose back to his full height again, sizing up the pale stranger. I've got a lot of energy to burn.
4 rounds is fine! I can start Round 1 now? I'm going to start a tabletop thread for us -- let me know if the rules make sense or not
He grinned, happy that the man had taken him up on his offer. He began to steady himself as well, steeling his muscles, locking in on his opponent. His eyes scanned quickly for weak spots, trying to figure out the place to hit first. Not a lot of weak spots on this dude. Hmmm. . .
Verx bristled, fur making him look twice as large, and took menacing, catlike steps toward the pale soldier, straight and steady--
And then he twisted his body round to charge sideways, barrelling into the man's right side in an effort to knock him on his back, expose his belly. The impact came with a muffled, satisfying
thud, flesh against flesh.
Thanks again for taking the time to explain things to me! Very much appreciated.
As the other prepare himself, Rosencrantz took little time to get himself into the roll. His own hackles rose, bristled to give him seemingly more girth, more fluff to try and bite through as a small form of defence; as well as to add some more intimidation, a snarl to boot. Teeth flashed, eyes in a squint as well as ears down to protect them from being accidentally torn.
Instinctively he mimicked the other's movements, making sure that they were facing rather than allowing him to move to a more delicate spot on his body. The battle bred brute was wise to now let pride get the better of him. Bracing himself as the other moved, he widened his stance as to not allow himself to be pushed over, and leaned into the attack, granted it meant he took more bruising by leaning into it, but at least he wasn't on his back.
In retaliation he swung his head in a vicious movement, aiming to thrust his open maw at any flesh he could get from his opponent but more so to the flank depending on how quickly the other moved (flank assuming they were still in the direction of facing one another as Torix attacked? So head to ass kind of deal, his shoulder hitting Rose's butt area?). Although he used his teeth, he aimed more so to cause bruising and minor cuts and scrapes, he held no desire to tear flesh and cause real damage.
ROUND ONE SPAR SUMMARY
- Rose mimics Torix before the lunge
- Rose aims an open mouth attack at Torix's flank - or anywhere that was near his head at this time
DAMMAGE TAKEN
- Mild bruising
rolled a miss
The impact was awesome as fuck, but he didn't manage to knock the man over. Strong guy! Sucking in a deep belly breath, he was just about to round on his opponent again when he felt teeth just graze the side of his ass, snipping off maybe a hair or two.
Jok of!
he laughed aloud, surprised. He knew he had a juicy booty, but this seemed a bit extreme.
The brute wheeled around, icy eyes feverish as he bore down on Rosencrantz. In the best case scenario, he would aim at the flank and twist at the last moment, getting his skull under the man's shoulder and flipping him over. Mind you, that was best case scenario. His many scars made a strong case that best case scenarios often did not pan out.
In any case, it was a good little spar. It got the blood pumping. Hopefully he'd see the pale man again.
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