SAIL (Festival Spar)
08-09-2014, 11:20 AM
Drashiel picked out a clearing that was yet to be occupied. Around him rang the sound of battle and the prince was itching to join in the fray but as always he held himself to a royal standard of composure. His mind lay veiled to all but himself. The youth lifted his voice to howl for his opponent, a man named Frith that Drashiel knew next to nothing about. Hopefully, though, he'd be able to glean a sense of the man and his pack from this battle. Stretching, Drashiel rolled his shoulders forward and back again, limbering up for the physical exertion. It occured to him he'd forgotten to ask the standards for such spars. Drashiel typically only had one mode. Every fight was fought with urgency and violence. He did not care much for fisticuffs.