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    AIN'T IT A FINE LIFE — Ben — BloodClan — He/him

    Ben believed he had been given a sparring session for his weekly task. It was hard to remember, since he had kind of high-tailed it out of that... Well, awkward situation. But despite the weird situation, Ben still had to complete his task. He wasn't the greatest warrior in BloodClan, but hosting a simple session shouldn't be super difficult.


    "Hey, um, everyone gather for a sparring session! I'll partner you up based on ability... Um, say your name and your level on a scale from 1-5 so I can pair you up," The black and white tom called, waving his tail. A fair system, he had decided.



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    A silky ragdoll sauntered up towards Ben, grinning at the prospect of a spar. Oh, she hadn't had a good match in a while! As she came within ear reach, she voiced, "Name's Freya. Skill level 6." No reason to be modest, eh? The elite didn't believe in selling herself short. While, in reality, she was around a five, she would prefer to claim to be a six.

    Nikolaos wasn't necessarily a wreck of a fighter. It was his intellect that compensated for his lack of prowess, and Nikolaos was rather quick. But his speed only came from his calculating predictions and the male wasn't always right. In fact, in genuine honesty, he believed himself to be quite average. He didn't attend nearly enough of the training sessions BloodClan had and most of his training came from sprinting away from angry twolegs or his vile-spitting brethren. "Nikolaos: minus six," he said, smiling towards Taboa and offering her a cheeky wink. He didn't have a reason to wink, nor did he have a reason to degrade himself, but Nikolaos wasn't always too keen with sparring. Although he wouldn't be embarrassed to lose in a battle, he wasn't sure if he wanted the struggle of trying to treat his injuries he'd accumulate like a stockpile of girlscouts badges.

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    Lorcan (Silent/Fierce)/Male/19 moons/Seychellois (albino)/Loner/Cannibal/Mute/Cannot be harmed in battle


    OOC: when you click the wrong template and have to delete the entire thing in order to put the right one up. >_<


    IC: Lorcan appeared last. Now here was a problem... he couldn't state anything as he was mute! A glare was soon to follow as everyone else stared what was needed, and his tail slowly began oscillating in annoyance.


    Lucky loyal subjects...


    His claws dug into the ground, his red eyes narrowed in jealousy.

    AIN'T IT A FINE LIFE — Ben — BloodClan — He/him

    Hmm, three so far, and none of them cooperating completely. Freya seemed to be more than capable of handling herself, and Nik was the closest thing he had to a friend around here. The last guy seemed very angry and apparently didn't want to talk at all. Alright; that was fine. "So, um... Freya, maybe you could teach Nik some s-stuff? So you two can team up, and I'll be with... Um, you." Ben gestured to Lorcan, unsure of what this guy was capable of but willing to see. If any others came, he would sort them accordingly.



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    Their number seemed about right. BloodClan never really got any good turnouts nowadays, but it was a reality Nikolaos had long gotten used to. If someone such as him could be considered important, their loosely joined band of rogues were declining. But since the appearance of his cousin, Wild, and the mysterious mute albino, Nikolaos briefly believed they had a chance. If it wasn't for the days that seemed to drain the life out of him, he would have been much more optimistic. The scientist blinked, hearing Benjamin speak up once again as he looked towards Freya afterwards. Teach him some moves? He guessed it didn't seem so bad but still he felt obliged to speak. "I believe a spar is the best way to teach me new techniques, Miss Freya."

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    Lorcan (Silent/Fierce)/Male/19 moons/Seychellois (albino)/Loner/Cannibal/Mute/Cannot be harmed in battle/crushing on Taboa, his "Queen"


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    IC: The black and white tom was pairing off with him? Ok.. but were they training with claws out? Or sheathed?


    His claw tips gleamed, half exposed. Maybe he'd get the question....


    Flashing a suggestive smirk at Nikolaos for his comment, she replied smoothly, "I'd be more than happy to show you a couple tricks." Lilac tail swishing from side to side, she drew herself closer, ice eyes locked on her opponent's gold ones.

    He didn't usually feel threatened or nervous towards sparring others, but it certainly wasn't an activity he favoured. When he saw the fem's glinting cold eyes, Nikolaos slid himself back, staring deeply into her eyes that entrapped him. His luminaries were like glass, watching her coldly and reflecting the images in front of him like an orb - flickering as intensely as a silent mirror. There was no doubt that Freya was perhaps much more powerful than him, possibly capable of ruining his smooth, glossy pelt but the only thing that quivered werehis lips. His whiskers twitched, eyeing her carefully as he lowered his head. But Nikolaos wasn't one to waste time. Although it would have rather been more polite for him to allow her the first move, Nikolaos found it a little condescending to tell her: "Ladies first." Instead he dashed straight towards her, quickly changing his footing from the fem's side to her front legs as he aimed quickly for her shoulder blade so to knock her to the ground. Although most would naturally go for the sides, Nikolaos figured that going straight for the joints that acted as a feline's foundation was much more likely to reap satisfactory results rather than go for the obvious 'attempt to swipe and tear'. Trickery was also something Nikolaos was fond of; pretending to aim for one thing when really aiming for another was a way he testing the mentality of his opponents. Although he wished not to harm Freya, he was the Clan's official healer. If anything were to harm her, he'd be there to help her. Besides, he'd never dare to aim for her vitals.

    Freya presumed he was as clever as she was physically powerful, evening them out a fair bit. So, when Nikolaos lunged straight for her, she grinned, assuming he would be going for the easy tackle. However, he surprised her. When she lifted her paw to push back on his chest, he caught her off guard by hitting her tendon and causing her to stumble, delivering only a weak push towards Nik's chest. Refusing to remain down for long, she struck out her paw as she rolled, aiming to whack Nikolaos's front leg with a powerful forearm. She would use the momentum to swing her back legs forward and aim to kick him in the face. It was a dirty tactic, but a strategic one. Not one for dodging or going on defense, Freya found herself more often than not adapting to her surroundings.

    He gritted his teeth at the thud against his chest, stumbling just a little as he held her to the ground. Admittedly, the healer fell into the trap of distraction, helplessly watching her as she caused him to stagger backwards then aim directly at his face. Unfortunately, Nikolaos' brain happened to live in the safe cavity of his cranium so he'd rather not receive injuries head on as he swung upwards to let his imbalanced movements lift him and clutch at her hind legs, feeling the thrust of her kick against his belly as he aimed to pull her down. If he succeeded, he'd try to strain the muscles of her leg to greatly decrease the strength of her attacks.

    Freya felt traces of nervousness and surprise when her hind legs were held down, understanding her power would be horribly declined if she strained them. It was one of her most useful advantages in battle. So, she twisted her body around in an attempt to make it difficult for him to keep his grip and would strike out viciously with her back legs in an attempt to kick away, most likely straining her own back legs, though not as severely as Nikolaos intended. Lucky for the ragdoll, she was no stranger to fighting through aches, so she wouldn't take much notice of it.

    Interesting. The fem maneuvered him quickly and spontaneously, finding ways to pull herself out. It would make sense, he then agreed, to contort and twist one's body so to loosen the grip of another. Nikolaos let go, thudding onto the ground as he looked at her with a white face before huffing and pressing a mused smile as he wobbled back onto his paws. Although Nikolaos knew he'd lose the fight, he still welcomed the ragdoll to continue the spar by leaping directly towards her back to pull at her scruff.