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TOURNAMENT - Hand to Hand

POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:15 am

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The afternoon came quickly, the sun now full and high in the sky. Although it was the warmest point of the day the air was chilled and ground frozen with a thin layer of glistening snow. It would be difficult conditions for fighting normally by the Cavaliers kept their training rings cleared of snow, turning the earth and adding new sand regularly to keep it soft. There was nothing worse than taking a hit only to fall to an icy ground. In the Fort many bags of sand waited to be used. Jazper had personally requested a couple of members to turn the dirt in the rings before the Court dwellers arrived and with the afternoon approaching he had spent the past hour laying a fresh layer of sand for cushioning. Hand-to-Hand combat was a sensitive one and the Sole was not about to have neither Skoll nor Neela harmed by the environment. It any injuries were sustained they would be from each other.

Standing in the middle of the ring the Knight called for the competitors and audience to gather. It did not take long for wolves to gather round but the coal male only took note of the golden boy and the Labor Head. With a smile he nodded to each of them, motioning for them to enter the ring. Ladies and Gentlemen! He called. This evening we have the pleasure of watching Neela Garcia of Casa and Skoll Haskel of the Court fight. This will be a fair fight. No shots to the neck or groin. You may use the ring if you wish but if you leave the ring you forfeit. First one on the ground for more than 5 counts is out.

With a large hand he reached out the lightly colored male and patted him on the shoulder before the friendly giant moved out of the way. Exiting towards Neela he risited the urge to tell her to take it easy on the boy. The Sole had seen Neela angry before, and seen her beat up on her bag of sand many times before, Skoll would need some luck on his side. Once over the barrier his voice rang out announcing the start of the challenge. Begin!




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POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:00 pm

466 Here we go!

Okay, now Skoll was nervous.

The cocky young man had been eager to get to the hand-to-hand portion of the tournament, to prove himself in front of both packs, but now that he walked toward the ring, most of his excitement had been replaced with anxiety. Honestly, it was probably a healthy feeling for one used to outshining others his age as he grew up, but he wasn’t really aware of that. He just knew that this—even more than the brute he’d fought in the woods, even more than his brother—would be his first true opponent, one who had real experience and training and plenty of motivation to win.

He walked through the crowd and saw the dark giant in the ring already, with his opponent likely on the other side. He got to the fence and glanced down at the turned sand, pausing for a moment before someone gave him a nudge from behind. He glanced back to see the dusty-colored Labrador mongrel smirking at him and nodding on, offering a piece of advice that he didn’t quite catch the tail end of, as he was within the ring and listening to Jazper’s voice booming out around them.

The rules were outlined, and Skoll knew they’d be easy enough to follow (though he was perhaps more grateful for the groin amendment than his opponent was). He grinned a little too broadly to hide his nerves, but the Sole patted him on the shoulder, and he gave a nod to the man. His green eyes then darted back to his opponent to size her up a little better than he’d had before.

Neela Garcia turned out to be a rough collie hybrid, a foot and a quarter smaller, though much of what might have been muscle was hidden by thick fur. That detail hit him suddenly, and it took him a minute before an even warmer grin lit up his face as he offered the woman a gallant bow, real gratitude in the gesture. Of course, this was the lady who’d rescued him from the ocean when he’d been a pup! That didn’t mean he’d take it any easier on her, though.

The cry from Jazper marked the start of the match, and Skoll immediately danced backwards a few steps to give him some space, rolling his shoulders back and flexing his hands though he made sure his claws were mostly sheathed; he didn’t want to draw blood even if he doubted he could, with her thick winter coat. After a second, though, he rushed in to swipe at her, taking advantage of his reach though he kept back a second later. This was a new foe, and he was not going to launch himself bodily into the fight until he’d tested her first.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:07 pm


OOC ::

No matter how much she trained, how well she did in fights or how long she had been a high ranking member of a warrior pack, Neela could never rid herself of the little voice inside her head which cried out that she wasn’t a real warrior, that she was just a fisher who couldn’t be trusted to fight. In an actual fight it was easily ignored, adrenaline and anger drowning it out but for a fight like this, with no chance of death and with a crowd of people explicitly watching the fight, it was blaring in her ears louder than ever. Her eyes scanned the crowd restlessly, eventfully fixing on a pale furred male that made his way out on the other side of the ring.. He was tall – a hell of a lot taller than her for sure – but she was used to that and his stature didn’t quite match up to the various knights around Casa. He still outclassed her in terms of pure strength by a mile, but aside from teaching Sidra and Calla, Neela couldn’t remember the last time she had a fight where her opponent hadn’t been stronger than her.


Technique technique technique. Neela would never be able to emulate the feral fighting styles that many Luperci made use of, she just wasn’t strong enough; instead she had honed her technique with old human styles of combat, learnt to use her speed to her advantage and how to stay controlled and precise when her opponent was flailing around relying on pure strength. She just needed to stay calm and focused, wear him down, wait for a mistake and then strike.

Neela knelt down, scratching Grynn and Luca on their heads and then sending them back into the crowd before she stepped forwards, vaulting the fence and landing in the sandy arena. Jazper’s voice boomed out to the masses but Neela’s attention was more taken up by her opponent. Skoll, the name seemed oddly familiar and it seemed that her opponent recognised her as well judging by the flash of recognition in their eyes and the deep bow. Neela returned the gesture, one hand curling into a fist and resting on her stomach as she bowed and then she straightened her limbs, waiting for Jazper’s call. Butterflies beat at the edges of her stomach, trying to break free but she took another deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.

She gave Jazper a quick grin as he walked past her, her attention returning to Skoll just in time to hear Jazper’s voice boom out behind her, signalling the start of the match. Her opponent started by moving straight back and Neela followed quickly, taking two steps forwards for his every one back not for any desire to rush straight in, but to deny him space to manoeuvre. She didn’t follow her rush forwards through but did dance around in front of him to mask her actual intentions, making quick feints forwards to keep his attention on her and not what she was going to do next. She kept the feint regularly timed, trying to lure Skoll into a pattern of when he thought she was going to strike.

Then finally came the time to strike. When Neela ducked backwards from her feint she waited an extra second to throw off Skoll’s timing if he was anticipating her. She dodged forwards to the left, making as though she was going to punch but at the last second dodged right, throwing her body into a half spin, her leg going forwards for a round kick that would have her shin bone hitting into the flesh of Skoll’s thigh. A numbing blow if it hit and very little chance of her hurting her leg if something went wrong.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:14 pm

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The afternoon saw Temeraire moving towards the sparring rings that had been marked out for the hand to hand combat. It was clear that great attention had been given to the maintenance of these rings, especially the one that would be used today. Fresh sand covered the ground that looked to have been churned up so that the cold air did not cause an icy slick that would do nothing but damage the fighters before they'd even reached one another. Temeraire found himself perched on a fence, paws turned back to hook on the plank beneath him while rump rested easily on the top slat. With arms easily over his legs, hands loosely clasped together, blue eyes were fixed on the three wolves now in the vicinity of the rings. The large gold male was at least partially familiar- he'd spotted him on their journey over from the Court and thereby recognised the representative of his new pack. The smaller, slimmer red woman was therefore the Casa challenger, as the dark leader, identified as Jazper from some others talking close by, announced their names and alliance. Skoll Haskel- he had a name to put to the youthfully arrogant face.

He looked a little nervous, Temeraire thought as he approached the ring and stepped inside, as the red woman did also. It was an odd match, the Seigneur thought. The red woman was clearly dog-dominant in heritage and while the gold male appeared to have some also, it was clear who was bigger and stronger. He supposed, however, the fact remained that a smaller wolf could easily best a larger if their skill was greater. Thoughts such as these raced in the males mind as Jazper's voice rang clear as a bell to start the match.

There didn't seem to be immediate action- Skoll did not throw himself towards Neela (as she'd been named by the dark warrior), instead he took steps back to give himself space. The woman denied it, moving forward at the same pace. Of course, her feinting moves caused a flare of irritation from the shadow male- trickery of any kind was unjust in his eyes. Watching, the female was trying to lure the Courtier into a pattern, before she tried to trick him once more, feigning left before twisting right. Was it so difficult to fight straight up, without pretences? He guessed so, but remained silent as the red womans leg curved round, aimed at the golden males leg.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 24, 2013 1:35 pm

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The collie hybrid’s experience and cleverness showed from the first moment, as she advanced and denied him the space he’d tried to create by backing away. His muzzle wrinkled slightly with frustration, but he tried to calm down the pulse in his temples and maintain the movement, a slow circle reminiscent of the ancient wolf easing around its foe.

When Skoll lunged forward to deal her a testing swipe, Neela dodged away from him effortlessly—and then fell into a series of feints, coming in and hopping back out again. His frustration rose again, although he understood her strategy of dancing around was probably working for her. He was bigger and stronger, so if only he could just get a real blow in, then she’d be finished.

The male tried to ignore the building irritation with her movements, following her with his eyes, his lips curled and hands flexing lightly at his sides. He started to reach over to block her as she went in to jab at him, but she reversed direction suddenly, spinning, her leg hitting him in the thigh. At this, Skoll responded with a snarl and lashed out to strike her; he tried to keep his body back out of reach to make up for his disturbed balance, his leg aching.


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POSTED: Sun Jan 27, 2013 11:00 pm


OOC :: Slow reply is slow :c

In and out, in and out. Falling into a pattern of movement was easy, though Neela had to be careful not to let her act get too predictable less her opponent manage to predict her movements. Still ti worked out in the end; the collie managing to twist her body and dodge a swipe from her opponent and goad him into moving at her cue when she finally moved forwards to attack. Her feint worked and Neela’s shin smacked into the younger male’s thigh with a satisfying thud.

Skoll’s snarl was satisfying but Neela couldn’t enjoy it for long as it was followed a split second later by a strike from the boy. With him being as large as he was and her as small as she was even a light – by his standards – blow could do some serious damage to her, and with her in her current position Neela was less able to dodge. Quickly she shifted her foot and kicked off from Skoll’s leg, pushing her body away from him to lessen the impact as his fist caught her in the stomach. Neela went down, gasping for air at the force that the impact had sent driving into her stomach even though her movement had lessened it.

Even through the pain Neela forced herself to keep thinking clearly and most of all, keep moving; if she stopped moving then she had already lost. Neela hit the ground back first and quickly dug her feet in, pushing upwards and using that combined with her momentum to roll over her shoulder and onto her feet. For a moment the lack of air on her lungs and the movement left her dizzy and Neela retreated blindly, her arms thrown up to cover her head as best she could, ready to throw a punch if she got the chance.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:01 am

à trop vouloir s'élever, on tombe

In what felt like no time at all, the hour of hand-to-hand combat arrived, and it was Skoll's turn to shine. Hati spent the late morning in the stables, relaxing in the company of the noble Cavalier horses and making sure his Asagi would be comfortable there for the next several days. At least Jolie had traveled with the Courtiers as well, so the two docile mares could flock to each other amid this unfamiliar herd. Hati rubbed his chestnut mare's velvety nose reassuringly, loathe to part ways with her so soon. But he slipped shyly away, in a hurry to make his way to the ring and not miss out on his littermate's day in the spotlight.

He arrived slightly out of breath from his rushed pace, and found that the match had not yet begun. Skoll already stood in the center, dwarfed by their giant king, Jazper. The champion his brother was facing was a female collie-dog, older and more compact in frame. After the harrowing experience with Keldava, Hati would certainly not underestimate a smaller female assailant, and he hoped Skoll would not let his arrogance impede his judgement. He knew in his heart that his brother could win this, and he would be so proud to see all that feverish training pay off. Did they know his brother patrolled until his paws bled, practiced punching the wooden dummies until they splintered and broke? There was immense power and even more determination in the Haskel male, and Hati knew what it meant for him to be chosen as a champion. Skoll deserved the accolades, more than he had in their youth when success came naturally to the golden boy.

Pale blue eyes swept across the gathered crowd, seeking a friendly face to stand near. He spotted the dark-furred young archer, the newcomer to the Court, but decided ultimately that now was not the best time to introduce himself. He slipped past the gruff dog who smelled of horses, and took his place directly behind the barrier, eyes riveted on the combatants as they sized each other up. Hati jumped in surprise at the powerful cry announcing the start of the fight, and pressed his hands firmly against his chest to try and slow his racing heartbeat and retain his dignity. This wasn't going to be too violent, was it? Blood made him feel ill, and he suddenly regretted having taken a ringside position, though it was far too late to change his mind now.

The action had already burst forth in a flurry of movement, quick footwork sending them dancing along the arena ground. Neela, the opponent, was swift, dodging and feinting Skoll's more straightforward style. Already Hati glimpsed the frustration on Skoll's face, and whined softly, willing his brother to calm down and not let his temper blind him. An experienced opponent wouldn't crumble the way Hati had during their boyhood brawl. The collie landed a solid kick, eliciting a snarl and a ferocious retaliatory strike. Skoll's blow connected with the woman's stomach and sent her tumbling into a roll, though she was nimble and let the movement carry her back upright. Neela was still retreating backward, and Hati tightened his grip on the barrier, leaning forward as the energy of the moment caught up with him. "Go, Skoll, that's your opening! Keep her on the defense, go!" He was too thrilled to even realize that he was shouting aloud, most likely embarrassing himself in the eyes of their hosts. He just wanted to see Skoll win against someone other than himself!

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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:03 pm

-- Alex gave permission for the powerplay. <3

There was sudden pressure on his leg that further compromised his balance, but he'd managed to strike a blow -- one that send her tumbling to the ground. His heart leaped in his throat even as he shuffled back, gritting his teeth at the ache in his limb, but the collie only kissed the sand for an instant before straightening herself up again. He'd knocked the breath out of her, it seemed, but her weakness would only last for a moment, even as she threw her arms up defensively and started to back away.

Skoll panted lightly and started to move forward, his gait a stunning transformation from the norm; rather than the upright posture of a cocky prince, he was the looming, rambling sort of bestial werewolf, clearly showing his feral side. It was how he fought, how he survived -- tooth and nail, without the finesse of Neela's punches but strong.

He hesitated -- just for a moment. It was then that a shout rang out from the crowd, and Skoll recognized his brother's voice, a boyish grin suddenly spreading across his face. With a satisfied growl, he shoved forward and lashed out, fists swinging. Neela caught some of the hits, the sweep of his claws, but kept herself well defended and constantly moving, always finding a way to shrug off the damage and dancing away so he couldn't get a true hit in. Still, Skoll bullied himself toward her, knowing he'd be able to outlast just about anyone -- his endurance excelled where the rest of his abilities fell at average. Even then -- he wanted this done, he wanted to win now, and show the Court especially what the Queen's lowly Squire brother could do.


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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:56 pm


OOC :: Approved PP all up in this joint

Neela hated taking hits. It was something that happened in fighting and the collie could pull herself through the pain but her slight frame seemed to magnify every blow that came her way; blows that would have bruised others number her arms and – a more relevant example – stomach blows that would give others a pause let her almost gasping for breath as she backed off, using the hard bone and muscle of her forearms to block what she could of Skoll’s blows. For the most part the managed to deflect the blows, angling her arms and timing her movements so that they slid off her but even so her arms were soon sore from bruises and little injuries where his claws had scraped her skin and tugged at her fur. Most annoying was where his claws had managed to slip past her guard, opening a small cut above her eye that bled far too much for it’s size in that way that head wounds were wont to do. That blow had resulted in Neela unsheathing her own claws for the first time, aiming a reprisal swipe at his retreating arm though she didn’t catch whether it had caught or not, the distracting scent of her own blood blocking out any possible scent of Skoll’s own.

Neela could tell what type of fight that Skoll was aiming for here and it was one that she couldn’t win. It was a very rare day that Neela would be able to win in a battle of endurance; often even her dodging blows would result in her tiring out quickly unless she could strike a decisive blow. In a real fight that was where her knives made themselves useful; forcing her opponents into opening themselves up to avoid being cut. Devoid of that option here Neela had to get more creative, employing risky tactics that she would never use in a fight where her life was in danger.

Continuing her journey backwards Neela over exaggerated a glance behind her and then seemed to falter for a moment, one leg folding in on itself as though she had tripped. Hopefulyl Skoll would think she had actually tripped but either ways he now found herself inside his guard. Not giving him time to react Neela dropped her hands down to the ground and span, pushing upwards and putting all the momentum and force that she could into a backwards kick to Skoll’s stomach. Neela didn’t take the time to see how effective the kick was – though likely it wouldn’t do that much damage to someone of Skoll’s size – and inside threw herself forwards and past Skoll slightly, muzzle tucking in against her chest as she rolled over her shoulder and span on the ball of her foot, coming up to face Skoll in a fighting stance, this time much more aggressive and ready to take the fight to him.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:14 am

407 Awww yiss.

He was gaining the upper hand, he could see that now -- working hard to keep her on the defensive as Hati had yelled for him to do, looking for an opening to deal the decisive blow. That was all it would take, one good strike to lay her flat out on the sand and claim his win -- and he was getting there, he could see. His wolfish swipes scraped across her arms, though he didn't aim to hurt her truly; he just wanted her to experience enough discomfort to be thrown off a bit, and he was sure there were lines raised on her skin from his claws. One lucky blow caught above her eye sent blood trickling down, and he found himself hoping she'd be half blinded -- though that didn't stop her from swinging back at him.

There was a small trickle of blood down his cream arm now, but he ignored it, only grinning to acknowledge her hit on him. He did not forget that, at its heart, this fight was for the benefit of Cour des Miracles and Casa di Cavalieri's friendship and potential alliance. He respected Neela, more so because she'd saved his life, and was enthusiastic about fighting someone at a more equal level to him, truly testing his skills and letting him know what he needed to work on in the future.

For now, though, the strategy was working -- and when she stumbled after glancing for a clear path behind her, Skoll took advantage and lunged forward. He hoped to get both hands on her, grapple her to the ground -- but suddenly she was spinning again and her foot caught against his stomach and he gasp-yelped and was slack-jawed as she dipped past him before turning again, confident and aggressive.

Skoll curled his lip, giving a toss of his head to shake his hair back out of his face, and traded blows with her -- an ineffectual swipe for a small jab -- but she was still playing her game, drawing this out. Some part of him knew that if he waited, if he was patient, he would win this -- but his emotions took over. He could end this now with one blow, just one -- and he thought he saw an opening, another milisecond when she faltered, and Skoll threw his hand forward with all his weight behind the blow to end this frustrating little game.


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