SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus could pass the rank of privateer off to Whisper and call it a day. But she could feel the itching to explore under her skin. She knew that whisper wouldn't stay around in the typhoon much longer. And really, she couldn't blame her other. Whisper was not like argus. She was free of the responsibility that argus had laid upon herself. So she did not make such an arrangement.

Beside the fact that it would be showing favoritism, and a quick lazy way out. But then again argus was lazy. She trusted rarely and those that she did... well, there was only whisper wasn't there? So no, she couldn't pawn off the title to her 'kid'. There was every bit a reason to complain about it, but she was excited to set up a sparring match anyway. Now she finally had the excuse to do it.

It was approaching dusk now. The sun setting over barracuda bay where argus had set up a little place. There was probably an official fighting ring next to kraken's centoe, but she wanted to watch them tussle in the sand. Sand was harder to grip, harder to fight in, and argus had a natural talent with fighting with the ground. So she had set up a small area to fight. A small dip in the sands was rounded to make an actually pit that was just a step below the normal ground. Sea shells and rocks the like were around the ring. Hell, she even managed to drag over a flat rock to which she could referee! At least, until she jumped into the ring and fought them off herself it would make a good resting spot.

She stood on the rock, a step above ground, Wings outstretched and dark red eyes bright as she called out for a privateer tryouts.

"Get over here if yur interest'd in climbing up the rank ladder! As the officer, i get a pick of the bunch of ya. So let's see who's interested in battle! The grim rays are known as head battle strategists. So we'll be holding a sparring match against yours truly! If you'd like a weapon, then take yur pick. Just be ready for a fight as soon as you step into the ring."

With that said, the white canine stepped into the ring. And waited to see if anyone would dare step in with her.

An// More than one person can enter the ring at a time! The pint is to best argus and either land a critical hit or pull her down. Please state your interest in the rank by joining in! use your other clanmate's moves to try and get a better hit on her. Feel free to double team or work on your own! Winner will not get a garentee spot, but the bragging rights of beating the officer for sure!

SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus was aware of the fact that the typhoon held monsters. As a the head sirenit was her job to be aware of threats both inside and outside of clan. To say she had an ulterior motive with this spar wasn't wrong, but it was nothing as sinister as bringing said monstrous histories to light to exiling any of her clan mates. She was interested in them. and Interest, was a dangerous thing.

Beatirice was here first, and she offered the other a crooked grin. " There is no 'first' or 'next'. When you step in, prepared to be fought." Argus left it simple and the rules open for a reason. Letting others intperet them and twist them to their advantage, she surely would. "Just know there is only one winner, and i am not only looking for a winner as much as i am looking for someone with strategy."

Dark red eyes landed on the fellow immortal, although neither knew full. This was not a challenge to be won by waiting and rather action. Watched him walk into the ring and throw his head back to talk to beautrice, and thought it a good way to start off the battle. As good as any.

Argus used her right wing to kick up sand, and through the dust fog she moved quickly, pulling the hilt of ehr blade from under it's wraps under her wings. Using the back of the blade she swiped it at illija's feet. Aiming to knock him down quickly. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you."

SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus remebered a time when she was very little and cocky in her own battle redness. An apprentice, and she could down a tiger. Or so she had thought. She remembered her first real raid, against another goody-too-show clan that thought they were defeating the enemy. She remembered her clan retreating, and being teamed up. Being torn to shreds by the like of people who saw themselves saviors.

Three warrior's had cornered her behind a dune and tortured her within bloodclan's own lands. They pulled at her wings and clipped them, they pulled out her claws they went for the eyes. And they, the heroes had joked over her still breathing body about sending back a warning. For she was just a kid, was it okay then, to torture a kid to send on a message? Was it fine to torture an innocent? If the heroes of the story went that far, she wondered what it meant to be a villain. What it meant to oppose hero. Surely something worse, right? Something darker than whatever the decrepid world has thrown at her.

In her mind it would always be better, to be dark than to pretend to be light and justify the hurt with something as silly as justice. It was better to be a monster as long as you admitted it to some part of yourself.

Argus' plan to see the darkness in her clan mates has worked well enough. She could feel the power thrumming within the air that was not just her own. Dark red eyes dilated and pupils constricted in her excitement. This is what she had wanted from the start. Interest sparking- in the heat of battle she wanted to see who she would fight alongside, even if now she fought against them. Even if now argus would loose to them all, it would be defined by a sole's actions. She wondered who deserved to win.

The Officer could see clearly within the dust she kicked up, no trouble to someone who has faced the blunt end of sandstorms as they pass- it was like a wasp in comparison to a fly. While she could not see fully around herself, she had a good enough sixth sense to detect someone would make a target out of her back. But her back was far from unguarded. Wings returned to pressed up on her back when Caesar moved to assault her backside. She sprung- her wings jolting outwards in attempts hit Caesar straight on as he came into range of her wingspan. Even at the cost of him cutting up one of her wings, it was a worthy sacrifice for the distance she needed, when they all seemed insistent to push forward.

They were smart in that regard, limiting her space to out maneuver them. Already working together wonderfully. Unknowingly coming up with a battle strategy that would work. Argus relied mostly on speed and her flexibility. Making reckless and sacrificial decisions to get an edge in a battle, and here in the brunt of the ring argus was a breath away from her own savagery.

Darkness seeped out of beatrice's words. Stirring up Argus' own, but none the less she was grinning, offering the other  a bright smile amidst the sand as it was starting to settle back at their feet. Stepping on her sword was a low blow. Halting her frontal assault and making her better reach useless. In a battle with tooth and claws, it was useless to bring a sword into the fight. and she let the katana drop within the sand. Maybe someone would get stupid and cut their paws on it? Well, here's hoping.

Beatrice managed to hit her square on. Her left wing still weak from healing and argus couldn't risk the deflect when the other could easily bite it away. She let out a gasp of breath, feeling her lungs constrict and she let out a snarl. Quickly tucking into herself and limiting space as she pivoted to face the striker, She used her iron sharp talons to personally knock the other to her feet. Aiming to hit the other in the back of her feet and leap up to push her down. If that worked she would use Beatrice as a spring board, attempting to leap off of her and towards the edges of the ring- away from her three challengers to watch them all.