The first to arrive was a man a bit younger than herself. Though he was fair bit larger, she wasn't entirely deterred. What she lacked in brute strength could surely be made up for in wit and agility. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her tail flicking lightly behind her. Though she was a bit apprehensive, having so little experience with fighting, she had been taught the basics as a child and she was sure she could put up a decent enough fight. She believed in herself, enough to not let nervousness overtake her.
He seemed in a decent mood, no hint of malice in his step as he approached. Instead he grinned and wagged his tail, introducing himself as Laisren Adravendi. He was accompanied by another, an older and considerably larger male with a striking red pelt. It was.. strange, to say the least, and she narrowed her eyes at him skeptically. He introduced himself as well, stating he was simply here to observe his brother. She offered a faint nod to him. "Hard to not mind you with a coat like yours," Ásvor quipped, smiling still as she directed her stare back at Laisren. "I'm Ásvor Finnvi. Just looking for a practice fight, with no serious injuries. You start, if you agree." She wasn't quite sure what to expect, and figured if she could get him to go first she might be at an advantage -- not wanting to be caught by surprise, she leveled her weight on all four limbs, her muscles coiling beneath her as she readied herself in anticipation.
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