With Magnus having returned, the ratio of pack members who didn't entirely hate him had shifted. Az's dreams of winning the heir race weren't completely yet destroyed, and so he figured he should take advantage by luring maybe a few more to his side. Naiche was a decent fighter, in the competition for reaper and a friend of Asla's. He seemed the most likely candidate for team Azure, and he had asked for another spar in the future. Well the future was now. Azure trotted casually into the center of the area and flexed his toes in the sand. Today he had something a little different in mind for the in-training warrior. He tipped his head back to howl for the yellow man, the ghost of a smile upon his lips. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Naiche had been focusing on Pan improving his skills a bit.  It had taken him a while to decide what Pan could really even do.  The little guy had claws but he wasn’t meant for charging in and out of a close combat fight.  His outer body could protect him from injury but standing the belly and face would be vulnerable to attack.  The truth was Naiche didn’t see much room for Pan in a spar, but that was fine.  The little guy had already proved dropping down from a height he could be affective which could be useful many areas near the armada lands even if not directly within them. Naiche was working some other ideas but for now, he was sitting near a tree watching Pan climb it.  It was a matter of climbing up, then dropping down to land on Naiche’s back.  In an actual fight, it would be well-aimed claws instead of the body landing on the target. So there they were Pan making his way along a branch to find the perfect spot to drop on Naiche when they heard Azure howl. “Hurry on then Pan,” Naiche was surprised that Azure would call him.  The guy had seemed more tolerant of him at the end of the spar but he’d had the sense would rather not deal with Naiche. Once Pan climbed on Naiche took off at a lope till near the end of the plans then would make his way in a long-strided trot till he slowed to a walk when spotting Azure. “Azure,” polite curiosity in the name, “how can I help?”[/b][/color] There was a time for informality, a time for snarling and glaring, or a time to be polite.  Until the guy gave him a reason to get pissed off he’d go with polite and respectful. Speech:"Live to fight" Think

Naiche arrived promptly and Az gave the man a stiff nod in greeting. He seemed to be in a pleasant - or at least polite - mood, so perhaps the day they'd met he was simply grouchy at fighting off a lion. Az could at least appreciate the mood swings of a pained wolf, and for now he reserved judgement on the budding warrior. "Naiche. Your wounds look healed, that's good. I think it's time for our rematch."[/b] The last time they'd fought Naiche had done his best but ended the battle at his paws. Surely the yellow man had learned something in the encounter, whether general strategy or merely a way to counter Az's own he wasn't sure. Regardless, he did not intend on giving Nai a 'do-over'. This would be something new, and harder. He shook out his shoulders, causing the taxidermy armor upon his back to flutter it's feathers. From behind one paw his clouded leopard peeked out, and his bat came to land upon his hindquarters. Az would use every benefit available to him, and thus so could Naiche. "I'd like you to call for someone - anyone." He started, glancing up at the sky and wondering how much time they'd have before the ride rose and wet the arena at their feet. "Whomever you'd like, but preferably a fighter. They'll fight at my side against you, and we'll see how you do when you're outmatched in number." And skill. Azure did not verbalize his insult, no matter how badly he might have wished to. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Naiche really had thought this guy wanted as little to do with him as possible so this was quite the surprise.  Naiche was always in a good mood after a fight so he hadn’t given a damn what Az thought last time as long as part of the thought was a fight again was future and that he didn’t totally hate Naiche’s guts.  Maybe he had done better than expected at getting Az to at least consider accepting him? The armor and the pets this time? Naiche hadn’t even won when he was wearing nothing prior.  That would make the win that much better! Lowering one of his shoulders Naiche made it easier for Pan to climb down.  If only there was a tree for them to use the attack Pan had been working to learn, oh well. Another wolf also? Now Naiche opened his mouth with a giant grin and bright eyes.  This was gonna be fun! “Sounds fun,” said whole heartedly. Naiche replied merrily as his mind ran off a list of wolves in his mind.  A small smirk crossed his features when he came to a decision.  Naiche let out his own howl, calling for Bas, a challenge to a fight issued.  Asla’s pet could learn the details when he arrived.  He imagined the wolf would then have to ask Asla, would she let him come play? Naiche looked to Pan, “You do what we talked about once, and try not to get yourself killed.”  Naiche was teasing, though it was with a serious tone.  So long as Pan curled up when teeth were pointed at him then nothing would get through, and some might regret biting those scales if they got lucky.   Pan for his part looked from Naiche to the opponents, sitting down and calmly waiting. Speech:"Live to fight" Think

A howl rang out for the slave, and he raised his head with some surprise. It had been a while since anyone had called out for him. In his old life, he was accustomed to being dragged from one task to the next with no time between. But here? He had little to do, other then tend to Asla and his slowly growing garden. Curious, and with the ingrained obedience of obeying a call, he got to his feet. Asla was off, perhaps hunting somewhere, and his garden wouldn’t be hindered being left for a few hours. He carefully laid down his tools, and trotted off to find the one that had summoned him. He was pretty sure he had recognised the voice behind the caller, and that was confirmed when he arrived. He fleetingly recognised the bear-wolf as one of the welps of the Warlord, making him a brother to his Mistress. He dipped his head in respect first to the higher ranking wolf, and held the position “Prince Azure, it is a great honour, how can I serve?” he would not and could not acknowledge the secondary wolf until Azure had spoken. The slave knew the drill. "Speech"

Naiche to his credit seemed excited by the prospect and not put off that Az was placing him in a two-versus-one situation. He didn't take long to consider before tipping his head back and calling for Basilisk - the new student who had taken a liking to his little sister. Az hadn't met the man yet, and he pursed his lips in thought. It would be a good opportunity to see the wolf Asla had been spending so much time with, as well as provide a challenge for Naiche. When Basilisk approached Az remained silent, his gaze falling off the man while he awaited the explanation from Naiche and the challenge to begin. When the guard bowed before him, the yearling's brows raised in shock. A grin slowly spread across his face and he looked from Basilisk to Naiche back and forth with an expression that said 'see? see?' After a moment he let out a laugh. "Oh, Basilisk. I like you already. You may rise." No wonder Asla had taken to the man so well - she'd found someone to make her feel as important as Hana made Az feel. If only he could steal Basilisk away without upsetting his little sister. "You've been called here to fight beside me against Naiche in a spar. It's a test for you both." With a nod towards Naiche, he continued. "I'm ready. You may have the first move." He shifted over in the arena, giving Basilisk a place beside him wordlessly. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Naiche watched Bas approach and appeared to have the same idea he would be explaining why he called for Bas.  Needless to say when the wolf ignored him to instead go report to Azure it was a bit of a shock.  Sure, Az was the higher ranking of the two but this seemed extreme, hell who was to say Az even had an interest in the guy anyway?   Whatever, it wasn’t important.  Naiche ignored Az’s look as he started watching the two, but with his thoughts turned more inward, plotting.  Naiche hadn’t expected to be up against two opponents at once and certainly not when one was Azure.  This would be a great test but who would he attack first?  Naiche’s pride wanted to go after Azure but was that the smart move or the proud one.   Naiche stirred and nodded at Az when he advised they were ready, well Az was ready and that was good enough for Naiche.   Asla’s pet had better be ready when Naiche started.  Recalling that Az knew Naiche’s newest move it was a good reason to decide Bas first, though As might expect that? Damn it all! Too much thinking got him nowhere. Naiche started a long-striding lope around them, trying to get so that Bas would be in between him and Azure.  Naiche would aim a fast snapping bite at the backside of one of Bas’ front legs, and certainly not bothering to try and keep a grip even if he bit it.  This would be a game of weaving in and out for sure. Naiche Dauner vs Azure and Basilisk for spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Companion 1: Sunda pangolin, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Navigator Specialty: Knight Current time: 10-20-2020, 01:02 AM Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2020 MyBB Group. Speech:"Live to fight" Think