Sentanta v. Scylla

Scylla  	Mid-stride her body began to shift, going from a relatively upright human woman, to hunched over and more canid as the mantle around her shoulders merged with her skin, fingers taking on a paw-like structure and palms lengthening, of course the digit that was the tip of each finger pushed out from the skin that coated it, and took the form of a sharp claw; keratin and flesh warped around the digit and coated the bone, though it looked a bit too long to be natural at this point and with an audible scrape, she lunged from the stands and her distended ribcage became quite obvious, shoulders shifted seamlessly as a canine- though with lower elbows and slightly shorter feet stood in the arena; the animal measuring a shoulder height of seven and a half hands, white fur bristling as every strand of fur from the nape of her neck to her hips stood on end. It seemed feral; snout lowered to the ground and ears swiveled to catch every noise audible to her. Slow, calculated steps carried the abnormally large animal around the arena.

Sentanta  	whistled innocently, swinging his body from side to side playfully as he approached the ring. "This place seems pretty popular so I thought I'd check it out," The bluenette hummed, scratching his stomach with sigh. "But to be honest, when I got here, I didn't think I'd be beating up on a dog," He frowns, sizing up the wolf shapeshifter a good visual pat-down. Cu was slender, sleek, and by the looks of it, very fast. He was light on his feet even visually, and it helped make him seem that much more of a reasonable component. "Hey, before we beat the snot out of each other, at least tell me your name. I'm Cu Chulainn. Or, Setanta. Wolf of Ireland, I'm sure you've heard of me before."

Scylla  	That was familiar, and she didn't like it. The beast behind her back jerked back seen as a sort of spooked falter, but the body language didn't change at all. The wolf was the size of a horse- in fact a bit larger with a square build closer to a Volkosoby than an actual wolf and with the aggression to match. He could see it breathe as two large breaths left the wolf's nostrils and it again began to circle. A low, deep snarl audible as her ears remained perked and straight. There was no fear in her posture or in her face- lips were not pulled back to reveal rear molars and ears were not pinned back. With a sudden lunge, the beast scrambled towards the blue-haired spearman with a speed all its own; it did run in a zig-zag as claws scraped compacted dirt and sandstone, but she'd slam her forepaws down and duck low with jaws wide to aim a bite with her front canines to sink into his flesh and muscle above his hip and over his stomach; he even might've felt bone crack if she got a good grip, but she didn't stop completely when she slammed her weight down, instead opting to slide forwards and lacerate anything she bit.

Sentanta  	bit back a scream, sweat rising to his skin as he pushed his spear into her teeth, pushing with all his strength, trying to pry her off his torso. Blood gushed from his new wounds, and Cu struggled to start bashing her nose in. It didn't matter that she was big, every big thing had a weakness. It was mostly speed, but this giant didn't seem too held back by her weight. Still, Cu was a servant. A warrior refined for battle. He would not be killed so easily, not when he had so much to show for it. "Damn, I guess I should've seen that coming, huh?" The bluenette grits out, hissing in pain. Should she be pushed off, Cu would suffer internal damage to his organs, which would no doubt kill him quickly. If he wanted to live, he should probably get her off and make preparations to use Gae Bolg. After all, should he waste time and fight, he would probably bleed out. This was interesting. Would she eat him? Cu was a little curious, but not curious enough to actually let himself die.

Scylla The spear colliding with her head was one thing though he'd find her difficult to pry loose, those teeth were like a vice grip and of course it hurt as being punched in the face would- but she didn't release. Instead, standing shoulder height almost as tall as he did at the top of his head, she'd stand up straight and open to thrash him like a ragdoll a few times, once or twice, and he had until the third when she actually would rise off her forelimbs to bring her weight back down quickly and with force, whipping her neck with enough force to send him sprawling as the velocity would shred flesh and muscle- tearing him free but also sending him colliding with the ground as she'd even space her forepaws apart to try and brace, there was something unnatural about this one. "You can do better." She snarled, blood stained her maw. "I know you can do better."