The brute was not surprised when Marx asked him to spar. He knew how this pack worked and they did not gather just to socialize and talk, that was not how they functioned around here. There was always a point to their actions and to their words. There were no forced niceties and casual conversations, the wolves here always worked with a purpose. The rain continued to fall down on the two large, grey males, getting ready to square off for a match. Before they began they were joined by another soldier, Halina. She spoke to Nova, and then to Enigma, making a jest at the two brutes that he ignored. He had to focus on the brute before him, and not the conversations that were going on beside him. He knew that he was in no life or death danger, but his blood still pumped with adrenaline at the anticipation of the imminent fight.
The brute was aware of his surroundings, knowing that his first move was going to be risky with the muddy terrain, but going in for a traditional attack and nothing more was not how him or Marx normally fought. This was not the first time he sparred with the older brute, and he knew that they could stand here all day before Marx attacked first, just as he was sure that Marx knew how he liked to fight and that there was a good chance that he would have some tricks to play around with. And then Grey Wind took off, focusing on making sure that his paws did not slip in the mud as the rain continued to be an obstacle for the two to work through. Marx had always been a unique fighter, but the other brute was still surprised when he did not attempt to dodge his attack at all, but it took it full force. Grey Wind was able to knock Marx off his paws and onto his side, while his teeth connected with flesh and he felt the blood of his commander fill his mouth.
Before Grey Wind could attempt to force the other brute onto his back, Marx’ fangs met their mark in Grey Wind’s forelimb. A growl escaped his throat when he felt the other male’s teeth connect with his flesh. Grey Wind felt Marx pull him forward, and he knew he would do more damage to himself if he pulled backwards like his instincts told him to do, so he went with the moment and went forward, knowing that he too would end up in the mud. There was no part of his mind that thought that he was going to come out of this clean and unscathed. The brute felt himself go off balance with Marx’s force, and the two switched positions. Marx quickly got himself back to his paws while Grey Wind rolled in the dirt, ignoring the pain in his limb as he too worked on righting himself. When the commander got back to standing, he did not put much distance between himself and his opponent as most would, but charged at him again quickly. The mud made balance for both of them difficult, and as Marx charged he hit Grey Wind, but not head on. The brute was able to partially dodge, the mud preventing him from fully dodging the other soldiers’ attack. Luckily for Grey Wind, he slipped in the mud but did not fully lose his footing and was able to stay on all four paws.
Both brutes now had wounds that were adding blood to the muddy mess on the ground. Neither had a life threatening injury, so of course the spar continued. Marx taunted his soldier as he circled him, no doubt looking for the next spot to attack, “You can do better than that.” Grey Wind ignored the comment, keeping his yellow orbs on the other warrior, ready for him to attack again. The pair exchanged growls and snarls, as Grey waited to see if Marx was going to take an opportunity to attack, but he made no moves towards him. He knew, once again, that Marx would not attack first, and the two would circle each other all day if he did not advance. And so, once more, Grey Wind began his attack. He knew that Marx’s left neck was where he had already caused one injury, so he thought maybe if he could make him fall onto his left side, then he would have a better chance of getting the commander on his back. So he gripped what areas of the ground he could, and quickly launched himself at his opponent, angling himself so his right side was going to be beside Marx’s right as well. He quickly tried to slam his well-muscled body into the commander while trying to kick out his front limb with his own uninjured right limn. He could not rely on Marx taking the hit full force like last time, so he also turned his head to his right, trying to connect his daggers to Marx’s side or back, depending on how he reacted.
"Fight back,"He snarled.
||Grey Wind||Soldier||Adult||Untied||Father to None||Head Soldier and Gamma of Abentrot||Brother to Summer, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon, and Ghost||
Table and picture credit to PixieEclipse <3
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