The goal here is to gain a thread for my mercenary trade, but also to show Fury what he's capable of combat wise.
There was much "big talk" from parties on the day they met. Fury had proclaimed herself a season warrior; and he himself claimed the title of a protege. What use was such talk if there was no proof to back it?
@Fury.
Arashi stalked from behind the woman, tail lifted and chin leveled. There was something he wanted. A challenge he wished to make.
You have claimed yourself a true warrior, but how would I know this without first-hand experience? If I am going to fight for anyone, I need to know that they are not a coward. Fight me and prove that you deserve my loyalty.
Teeth bared, the man was righteous with his words. It was a sudden ambition. He needed proof and he would get it, one way or another.
The Warchief had heard him coming, yet put no breakers on her original pace. She figured he'd catch up, and he did with her name on his tongue.
She turned as he began to speak further, leveling his gaze with one just as cold.
She would not deny him, and as he bared his teeth she herself unsheathed her fangs with a low yet loud growl of acceptance.
A beat or two might pass before she surged forward like a viper, aiming her teeth for his forelegs while she would also throw the sharp brunt of her shoulder for his chest in a sort of body-slam. It was a doubled move of sorts, intended to throw him backwards if not also knock him off balance.
will post a spar thread in dice rolls and tag you!
The War-chief turned at the moment his words came. It was as though she had been prepared for this. By the glint in her eye, he would even assume she looked forward to such an event.
Fury came for him with quick speed. Too quick. Teeth clamped upon a foreleg. Weight pushed itself hard against his chest, knocking the air from him. Both undoubtedly sent him sprawling backwards; though, with what time he was given before the fall, Arashi gaped his jaws, searching for some hold to drag her down with him. If she'd lost her balance too, he would have an advantage and be able to get on his feet faster to administer an attack.
Likely, with the position she'd be placed in, he could better reach a set of a fore-claws upon her belly and send his teeth in a lunge towards her throat. It wasn't much of an original move, but the throat was, most of the time, one to cause enough damage.
Fury was able to knock him to the ground.
But, Arashi was quick to try and pull her down with him, it seems.
The Warnaiden planted her paws as his teeth clamped on her neck fur, and to this, Fury answered by turning her fangs from his foreleg to his own neck, where she would seek to catch him, too, by the throat.
She expected retaliation to come swiftly on his end. Her amber gaze burned with expectation and the thrill of battle.
Stained pearls met Arashi, and not in a kindly manner.
Fury found a hold upon his throat, just as she had within the earth. The pale woman refused to be sent sprawling over the floor; but he intended to change that.
Jerking sideways, the man's frame pulled against both of their weights, hoping to send both tumbling upon their flank. With no resistance in balance, he would quickly have her at a disadvantage.
If successful in this attempt, feet would be sent flailing, claws searching for any flesh to tear and any fur to mangle. She may come out triumphant, but he would have some ounce of her blood nonetheless.
He twisted, jerking Fury suddenly.
She staggered, nearly falling, and losing her grip on his neck, leaving room for Arashi to make a move.
She felt teeth on her inner shoulder from him. The Warmaiden retaliated by pushing into him, aiming teeth for his scruff in another effort to pin him with her mass. Would it work?
Oh, it worked.
Sharp teeth impaled his flesh, drawing a small spout of crimson fluid.
If normally ever vocal when it came to the endurance of pain, he would have been howling by now.
Grown worn and at a loss of motivation, Arashi was quick to give in, letting his figure fall limp beneath the pale woman's hold.
Reaching out a heavy paw, the hound swatted at her snout, signalling that he had surrendered.
She was ferocious, tugging and shaking until Arashi pushed against her, a silent signal of surrender.
Fury let go then, withdrawing a few paces to allows him room to get up. Meanwhile, she would shake out her fur.
Not oft did he give in with such ease, but he couldn't help but admit how sore his body was at this point. The last few nights had been without slumber. He couldn't even remember the last he'd eaten; thus, there was little energy to push forward.
Once Fury released her grip, Arashi stumbled a few steps backward before pushing to a stand. A heavy grunt escaped.
Formidable..
He sputtered, still trying to catch his breath. I'll give you that much credit.
He couldn't say he was butt hurt about the loss, but it was definitely no fun to lose.
The Warmaiden dipped her muzzle slightly as Arashi credited her ability.
"You as well." She commented.
The wardog was not one to boast or rub in a loss.
"Is that all you need from me for now?" Fury asked, leveling her gaze to his. If he so wished, she would patrol with him, or hunt.
Yes.
A short answer, spoken with a brutish tone and a forbidding stare.
That's all.
Arashi had left the air open. The intention was to leave shortly after, but if there was something different she had in mind, then he'd stick around.