[Icewatch Barracks] No pain, no gain (Belgar,Closed)

[Kaevar]

Kaevar 59th of Spring 511AV Today was a good day, a day that made Kaevar ache for a good fight. More often than not when the urges for a good spar overwhelmed him, he could find a willing partner in the barracks. So with that in mind he set off for the barracks at a brisk walk. He probably looked fairly odd, walking around in nothing but a loose pair of pants, but the people around here were fairly used to the kelvic mindset, and he wasn't about to get himself a shirt. No, he would much rather run around stark naked than wear one of those. They got in the way so badly when he wanted to change forms. But he was finally here, at his home, the barracks of the Icewatch. Kaevar walked around asking random people if they were up for a good spar. When he caught sight of someone he knew. "Belgar! You up for a spar this fine day?"

[Belgar]

Belgar had lately become intrigued with the concept of art. He could always appreciate it when it was presented to him, but he had never considered himself artistic. Now, with the death of his first and only bondmate, he found himself searching for ways to fill the emptiness. Perhaps, if he could wrap his head around the art with which she had once been so proud, he could find the outlet he needed.

Or he could get the same distraction out of a good fight. When Kaevar came across the open door to Belgar’s room, he would find the man contemplating a knife and a block of wood with a few nonsense marks carved into it. He looked up at the energetic and eccentric Kelvic with brightened eyes, but a straight face. For one second, he was silent.

Then, with the clatter of his tools against the table, he stood and began to unbutton his shirt. “Of course,” he replied unflinchingly, leaving the room bare-chested and ahead of his younger fellow. The thrill of the suddenly impending fight overshadowed any inclination for thought and reflection.

He did not have to speak to tell Kaevar where he was headed.

[Kaevar]

Kaevar When the older kelvic affirmed the option of a spar, Kaevar's eyes lit up like a child getting a new toy. He loved a good fight, and even if this was only a spar and wouldn't end with the ripping off of a head, it was still going to be fun! He watched in anticipation as Belgar took off his shirt and than began marching towards the sparring grounds. When they arrived, Kae asked a question that he deemed very important. "Shall we fight as is, or in our natural forms?" This question must be decided for them to continue, maybe Belgar would even be willing to fight two matches. One in each form. OOCSorry for the short post. When the action starts I'll bring up the content level.

[Belgar]

Belgar turned around to face his impending opponent as he exited into the brisk outdoors. There was no one else present for the time being, just that great patch of freshly fallen snow waiting to be flattened by their sport. His face was calm and unsmiling, but a happy antagonism glowed in his eyes.

A man of few words, he responded to the question by removing the rest of his clothing and quickly hanging it on the racks designated for just that. Then he stepped back and shifted, stirring the air and the snow around him with his new size. He always figured that those bears who fought in human form did it for themselves; there was no real purpose, in his experience, to learn the muscles of a lesser body. He only ever trained practically and therefore his experience with combat as anything but a beast was subpar. He would never admit that to his competitive kelvic brother, however.

Thick fur on end, he padded attentively to the other side of the pseudo-arena. Once there, he gripped the ground and growled an invitation.

[Kaevar]

Kaevar Kaevar was too excited to notice the lack of verbal response coming from his companion. Too caught up in his anticipation in the coming blows. He was preparing for the pain, and preparing to give pain in return. As Belgar begin taking off his clothing, Kaevar saw his meaning and quickly stripped of his pants, transforming only shortly after his opponent had done so. Kaevar had always attempted to achieve balance in his abilities, while his ability in his bear form was above his human abilities, he was a capable fighter in both. When Belgar gave his challenge in the form of a powerful growl, Kaevar's entire body coursed with adrenaline and he stood as he roared his acceptance. As he finished this, Kaevar leaped towards his opponent growling loudly as he did so. When he came in range of Belgar he increased speed and made a flying leap towards him, while throwing his powerful limbs at his opponents body. His goal being to overwhelm Belgar with the sheer speed of his attack, and by that create an opening for stronger attacks.

[Belgar]

His head turned to the side as Kaevar began to charge, sacrificing vision for protection from the imminent attack. The grumble of ursine grunts continued between the two, the equivalent of competitive taunts between friends. While he was certainly faster than Belgar anticipated, the elder bear thought his challenger foolish. To take to the air was to eliminate all of the balance and control his great weight would have otherwise given him. There was no maneuvering up there, only gravity; only Belgar, waiting to catch him in his fall.

His growl turned to a roar as he reached up with his front arms, leaning forward to brace himself. For a moment they were locked in collision, each pair of claws crashing into the opposing set of shoulders. Belgar’s back feet still gripped the ground, carving shallow dimples into the hard tundra as he was pushed mere inches. He used that foundation to shift the massive momentum of Kaevar’s jump against him. In the next moment, he was throwing the younger bear to the side, attempting to twist his body so that he might land on his flank.

No matter how he landed, Belgar would not remain a passive defender. Keeping at least two feet on the ground at all times, he closed the space between them. He raised an arm and stretched his claws wide, aiming for his eyes in an attempt to daze. Should his attack hit, however, his rival would discover a blow to the fat of his neck—something a little less damaging. He did not want to blind his fellow Kelvic, only teach him a lesson.

[Aspen]

Character: Kaevar Skills: Unarmed Combat +1 Lore: Politely Requesting a Fight, Preparing to Spar, Speed over Balance Character: Blegar Skills: Carving +1, Unarmed Comabat +1 Lore: Preparing to Spar, Protection over Vision Notes: There wasn’t a whole lot I could award, since the thread stopped before you guys really got started. The unarmed skill is obvious, and Belgar got the carving from his first post. Please don’t hesitate to pm me with any questions or queries!