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Eitri had followed her friend and fellow reaver, Creve'coeur off and away from their first raid as reavers in the Myrsky Stynyt. He had said something about striking out and finding a new pride where he would not be related to a hugely significant part of the pride. A day later she had made the same decision but not so much for the same reason. She had a large family but was not in Creve's position given that Aesir had so many offspring in the pride who had their children and their own cubs and so on and so on, mostly marked by the distinct forehead marking.

Eitri had stayed about a day behind Creve during her travels. They were friendly but not especially close. Maybe they would be once spending more time together in the new pride, but it wasn't a pressing issue for the female at the moment. Her primary concern was to win a duel for entry. Ideally on her first try, but time would tell. She roared out a challenge at the sparring pits and waited for an answer.

Eitri sized up her opponent as quickly as she could. The other lioness had the advantage of size but maybe Eitri could make that her weakness, too. The now former Stormborn lioness was smaller and she hoped that meant she could be quicker as well. She decided to try a hit before really giving it her all and darted in and swiped at the lioness’ face. She only managed to land a glancing hit but the Firekin female had not been able to fully dodge the hit so that instilled a slight little bit of some hope in the darker black lioness. As she had sailed past Azar, she quickly pivoted to face her once more and see what her first move would be. Soon she should have this lioness figured out and know if she would win or lose.

Eitri allowed herself a small smirk when she managed to avoid the larger lioness’ hit but she quickly wiped it off of her face. She could not afford to get too cocky, not now. The fight had only just begun and hubris could certainly lose it for her. She furrowed her brows and made a quick move to get on Azar’s side instead of face on where she was easier to predict. She got low and threw her shoulder up and into the large lioness’ side, hoping to throw her off her feet. 

Her hit landed and the Firekin huntress staggered backwards and grunted. Eitri hopped back and waited anxiously for the next attack. Could she dodge that one, too?

Even with all of her success so far, Eitri, too was beginning to tire. She had dodged yet another one of the black firekin lioness' attacks successfully but was hoping to put an end to the total ordeal sooner rather than later, for the black ex-Stormborn lioness knew that her luck could expire at any moment. It would only take one small misstep, one poorly timed reaction and a blow could land on her head and knock her out cold. The point of this spar was not to permanently damage one another, but safety was not guaranteed, even between the most honorable combatants.

The lithe black lioness reared up on her back legs and pulled her foreleg back to land a heavy blow. She caught the other lioness near her neck and on her shoulder with a deep thump that she could hear echo through her opponent's body. Would that be enough to end it?

Eitri ducked in close to Azar after having leapt back from dodging the blow and the onyx-black lioness tried to sweep the feet out from under the firekin lioness. She did not have great enough reach to take out all four of them, but she got two of the paws out from under her and the David-esc Stormborn lioness managed to fell the Goliath of the Firekin huntress.

She watched with alert green eyes and the Firekin grunted and struggled on her side to regain her feet.

Eitri eyed her side, open and spilling ruby red blood into the sand. Azar's blood had already turned a dark brown under the baking sun. She roared furiously, not out of anger, but to draw strength from somewhere primal deep within her. She reached out to repay this blood-debt and crashed into Azar. It was not a graceful or well-aimed hit. It probably was a little desperate and didn't do much, but at least she did something. When they separated, she limped back, surprised by how quickly and how badly her side was hurting her.

Eitri was flooded with relief and took the opportunity to sit down as well. She grinned cheekily and laughed, but her joy was also cut short from her battle wounds. She followed, when Azar tilted her head and indicated that Eitri should join her in finding a medic to tend to them, as well as scrounging up some kind of victory meal to reward Eitri for her success and welcome her to the pride.

the end