BLEEDING IS NOT PREFERABLE ++ OPEN, KNITTING AND SPARRING??

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    Coralie was a generally peaceful being who violence didn't really settle well with. She would fight to protect others (mainly children if she was being honest with herself), but that didn't necessarily mean she was good at fighting. In fact, Cora had never been given a proper warrior training! At the age of six moons she'd been whisked to medic training, and her father — the late Sharkattack — had done everything in his power to protect her from the violence she wished to avoid. In the short-term, it had seemed like a good idea; now, however, with all the violent attacks in the world, it seemed like a stupid idea.


    She was seated near the middle of the camp, her paws working with her own knitting needles. She was making a sweater for herself — a delicate pink one that would compliment her green eyes and pearl necklace. That was, at least, until someone approached her and asked her to spar.


    She giggled lightly and shook her head in response. "No thanks! I never learned how to fight. It might make you feel good after you knock my ass to the ground, but I assume it will bring me pain," she teased lightly, holding up the knitting needles in her paws. "Would you like a sweater, though? It's good to stay warm while sparring."

    Angeldust had been born to probably two of the most violent people to walk these lands, they had been trained under Suga who was in fact a talented member of the warfare guilt, but when it came to Angeldust themselves they were slightly lacking.Nobody had ever whisked the kitsune into the medical field, but they found their own way there and just become obsessed. It helped that Suga had been the head of medicine at one point, and following in their former mentor's footsteps Angeldust had risen to the exact same rank. So when it came to Coralie being adverse to the idea of sparring, Angeldust truly could sympathise with the other Sunclanner.


    "I too never learnt how to fight, so please don't try to spar me because I hate embarrassment." Appearing almost out of nowhere, Angeldust commented on the fighting situation before they had begun to notice the knitting that Cora was currently partaking in with a curious gaze. It was odd, and rather boring but the kitsune had to admit that the end products were rather helpful. "But a free sweater sounds rather tempting, would I be able to procure one from you? With custom writing?" Suddenly getting a little too excited, Angeldust's blue hues suddenly light up at the thought of a custom sweater.


    (rushed af, in a free period at school rip)


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    Peace was the exact opposite. She knew next to nothing about healing or anything like it, but fighting? That was her fucking life. She was an assassin, for fucks sake, of course fighting was her love. So upon hearing the word 'sparring' thrown around a few times, the wolf just had to come over.


    "You two gonna fight or something? I'll take the winner." the canid rumbled, her heart already beating faster in anticipation. Looking down at what Coralie was working on, Peace would tilt her head slightly in confusion. "You gonna fight with knitting needles? That's pretty fucking hardcore, not gonna lie." The thought of someone using a needle that long for anything but stabbing hadn't even crossed the females mind, much less making a sweater of all things.

    — unlike the three of them, i was experienced in fighting and the medic field. though due to my recent heart attack- it had through my health off the line a little and i usually had to be watched afar by someone in the medic guild in case symptoms of another heart attack had kicked in. but peacekeeper? oh no, she was trying to steal my little gareth from me. i would tolerate someone taking my "grandson" from me, though i was noted as a grandma: i could fuck some bitches up. "spare with me, peace. unless you don't want none of this grandma." i would respond, jokingly taunting the canine as i rasped my tongue across my lips.


    GARETH -




    *:･ﾟ✦ GARETH

    —— the golden boy | tags & information *:･ﾟ✦

    Gareth had followed Ashina ever where since he found her after her heart attack. He was a worry wort and someone who felt too much empathy, so it wasn't terribly surprising. Quietly he shadowed Ashina with a smile, ears perked. "Hi Peacekeeper!" He greeted, tails wagging as the two approached. Hm, what was going on here? Whatever the case was he was delighted to have two of his favorite ladies around. Which sounded a little weird, huh? "What's up?" Politely he nodded toward Angel and Coralie. Oh, it looked like a new person was making sweaters that was cool. Looking Ashina over to make sure she was safe the catsune trotted over to check out the sweater lady. "That's really..." He glanced at Peace with big blue eyes, "hardcore!" The sweater was made with quality, and looked incredibly comfy.


    His attention was pulled away from the sweaters when Ashina offered to spar Peacekeeper. Immediately his ears perked and a look of concern crossed his features. "Ashina I don't know about that," he said nervously. Ashina was her own person, and undeniably pretty badass, but right after a heart attack? It just didn't seem like the right time to spar. Especially with someone younger and with a sword, knife thing. "I mean," he sighed, "I don't want you to get hurt." Chewing on his inner cheek he decided that it was fine. After all, it was just a spar, and surely exercise was good for older animals. "Peacekeeper?" He said, turning to the wolf, "be careful."


    Gareth looked between Angeldust and Coralie Mae, clearly unsure.

    Turning to see who had issued a challenge, Peace would flash a fierce grin. "Oh, you're fucking on granny." The wolf honestly didn't know why everyone called the feline 'Grandma'. She certainly didn't look that old, but whatever. She'd play along. "We using weapons? Or are you scared of a few cuts?"


    Noticing that Gareth had shown up, Peace would turn that grin onto the kid. "Be careful? Trust me, I'm not the one who needs to be careful. Might have to go easy on granny here, lest she breaks a hip." she taunted, turning to face Ash once again. Oh, this was gonna be fucking fun.

    — "I'll make sure not to bite you, the venomous fangs in this body are like that of the venom of the Black Mamba." I would respond with a grin before laughing at the female's request for weapons. "Use your weapons, I have no need for weapons. I'm independent without a piece of steel." I would respond with a smirk, taking a battle stance as my tail moved side to side like a grandfather clock. Thanks to being a hybrid wolf and German Shepard, I was almost the size in height of the female but much lighter which gave this body it's agility.





    Jerseyboy was what you could call a "street fighting man". He, too, had never received proper "warrior" training or whatever it was. When he arrived in the clans, there was organized training sessions and spars and battle preparation and it fascinated him, admittedly. They fought like fucking ninjas or some shit, with the way that maneuvered on the battlefield and swiftly landed attacks. Jerseyboy? He wasn't strategic at all, really. He knew how to pack a punch and tackle someone to the ground and really just throw out attacks like they were free cookies. He had been raised on the backstreets, where you fought and you didn't reason. There was no time for talking things out. You fought to save your life. You fought to defend your pride. Hell, you fought with your friends just for fun. It was a rough life living on the streets, and if you got out of there alive? That was a damn accomplishment.


    He wasn't quite sure what was initially going on when he arrived onto the scene. That Coralie girl was knitting sweaters and some other girl was challenging Ashine to a fight. Ooh, now that was something that he wanted to see. The tuxedo tom sat on his haunches near the sidelines and gave a smirk. "My money's on th' otha' one." And by that, he meant the unfamiliar she-wolf. He was saying that purely just to mess with Ash, but hey, what if she actually lost? Then he'd get money- that is, if someone else challenged him to a bet.


    Peace scoffed slightly as Ash went into detail over how dangerous her fangs were. "Of course it's as bad as a Black Mamba. It's never 'as venomous as a common rattlesnake' or something like that. Compensating for something?" It didn't matter that she was talking to another female, the point still stood. Taking a large step backwards, Peace drew her shortsword and dagger from the simple rings they were hanging through on her leather harness, and at the same time removing her mask from the small bag on her side. The mask was much more intricate then her blades, the metal engraved into the visage of a snarling lion. Flashing her grin one last time, Peace slid the mask into place, gave a quick mock bow, and lowered herself to the ground.


    "Come on granny, I'll let you attack first."

    — the first attack, huh? i would smirk slightly, my oclars focusing the female's stance before darting forward attempting to trick her that i was heading for a straight on tackle. if the female did fall for this, she would, unlike a real fight- i had to go with a whole different tactic. "yeah yeah, whatever jersey." i would respond over my back without directly looking at the male.



    Charging straight forward, what a brilliant strategy. Moving only slightly after Ash, Peace would lunge forward and to the right, avoiding the possible tackle and stabbing out with her shortsword. If this stab connected, peace would then follow it up with a quick jab of her dagger, before leaping backwards to make space.

    — she fell for it, i would smirk under the adrenaline of the fight. the blood rushing through my ears, as the female lunged out with her sword- i would quickly dash to the left and attempt to slam the female in the side and with a powerful blow of my paw: knock her shortsword away. though the only close the female had got was with, due to my previous accident my reaction speed was slightly slow: the sword slightly cutting my flank but was unnoticed.




    Peace took the blow to the side, but kept a solid grip on her blade. Like hell was she getting disarmed. Growling, the wolf swung her sword down pommel first at her opponents head, trying to stun Ash for a moment, and if successful she would stab forwards with her dagger three times. Yes, it was sparring, but a little bloodshed would be fine.

    — feeling the heel of the sword come down on my cranium, i stumbled back as i quickly shook off the effect of the stun. a bite wouldn't be so bad, just don't extract the venom. though the blade had pierced my skin- it didn't bother me really. i would then dart at peace, left and right to lose her focus before finally focusing on the right side of the female but physically it seemed as i was going for her left side. if she fell for the trick, i would attempt to bite her forearm and pull her off her fight and body slam her into the ground.




    Peace had learned many things during her extensive training, one of the most important series of lessons being on feinting. The act of faking an attack to draw attention away from the real blow. It was one of the skills the wolf had taken to quickly, and mastered with ease. So when Ash began to dart back and forth, Peace knew what was coming.


    Having waited until the last possible moment, the canine lunged out of the way of those supposedly deadly fangs, and went for the same forward stab she had first done, following it with the dagger weather she hit or not. No time for backing up now, she wanted to end this quickly.

    — though as i knew what was coming in for me, i would leap backwards from the attack and attempt to slam a strike of her paw with full strength over the female's cranium to daze her- if this worked, i would then attempt to 'end' the female by putting my large jaws near her neck with my teeth exposed: clearly not going to bite the female.




    Instead of moving to avoid the blow, Peace would look straight at the incoming attack, taking it right to the hardened steel of her mask. The inside of the mask was well insulated, so the wolf felt significantly less force from the attack, although the same likely couldn't be said for Ash's paw.


    As Peace wasn't dazed by the blow, she easily moved past those fangs for the second time, and brought her sword around behind her opponents head, trying to smack the back of her skull with the flat of the blade while simultaneously moving to try and press her dagger to Ash's throat.

    — though the steel did cause a throbbing pain through my paw, i quickly moved my neck out of the daggers reach- quickly and attempting to kick peace off her stance with the kick of my two hind legs: much like a horse impact.




    Looking over to the wolf who had arrived, Angeldust didn't know them but knew they weren't going to oblige with her assumptions. Violence was okay as long as it was happening on Angeldust's behalf, and not because the kitsune was apart of it physically. However, the thought of the two warfare-lacking Sunclanners competing together Ang did humour the thought for a moment or two longer than necessary. Before long though, Ashina showed up and the pair of fighters began to do what was on the label. Oh, this was exciting.


    Seeing Gareth's youthful face looking up to the older Goldenblood with concern and need for guidance, Angeldust was ready to completely disappoint the child. "So even if one of them dies, I can still get my sweater yes?" Raising a paw so their query could be noticed by Coralie among the chaos that was unfolding, Angeldust looked completely unfazed by the whole Peace and Ashina fight - despite the fact that perhaps the kitsune should go do something about the bloodshed. Again, Angeldust did gross and terrible things, but didn't fight. "I'm just making sure because I think I've picked out my colours and didn't want to think I'm wasting my time, thanks."


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    Coralie's eyes widened when two of the others actually began to spar. She brought herself to her feet and stared at them, her eyes widened as she stared at the barbarianism in front of her. "Children," she said in a scolding voice. "There is no need to actually fight. If you don't stop I'll have to ..." Vines began spurting out from under the female's skin, slinking their way onto the ground and in the direction of the two sparring clan members. She didn't do anything with them — no, they just sat there, waiting for Coralie to do something with them.


    She then turned her head to the younger one — the kitsune who had requested her sweater. "Of course, dear! What kind of sweater would you like? I can make the yarn any color, and—" She paused, glancing towards the two sparring members with a stern look. "—and I can add any pattern you want to it."