shake it out
03-06-2017, 07:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2017, 07:07 AM by Lark.)
The thought of a spar didn't sound particularly appealing to him. It'd been a long time since he'd practiced his fighting skills and he had no doubt he was going to be rusty. As far as he knew though, Lyre wasn't a skilled fighter either; perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as he worried it might be. Trying to keep from grumbling out loud, he moved away from the gathering, eyeing Lyre as she joined him. His movements were wary and hesitant, as though if he delayed long enough he might bypass training entirely. He was far too relaxed to get into the mood to fight. Slowly he stretched his limbs, his tail lashing out behind him irritably. He'd have to power through this, one way or another. Curiously he eyed Lyre, wondering if she was feeling as uninspired as he was. "So," he started, shuffling his front paws. "You know much about fighting? Where should we start?" He didn't quite know where she was at and didn't feel comfortable hopping into a fight if she wasn't ready for that. |
