Swords Dance
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
age
13+ Years
13+ Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
131
131
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
04-23-2019, 08:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-24-2019, 03:45 PM by Acere.)
Alabaster form stepped upon the battlefield, crimson gaze peeking through the eyes of his armor while the feline claws clicked and moved with his own. Both foxes moved in unison on either side of him; Finn on his left and Lumi on his right. He'd been training the pair since after the tournament, though Finn proved to be more of a head-on fighter than his sister who showed more promise as a tactician or informant. She had a natural ability at potentially gauging their opponent's possible strengths and weaknesses, and an even better eye for the lay of the land. Ace, of course, had decided to train her in her strengths along with teaching her more quick type fighting. He glanced at his two charges, proud at how far they had come since he found them on the mountain.
His purpose today? A rematch with his alpha before he left Abaven to lead his own pack. He respected Rhyme enough and wanted a rematch now that he wasn't tired and stuff, unlike the first time when he first joined Abaven. He stopped with the wind at his back, gaze glancing up at the dark clouded sky for a moment. He could smell rain in the air, but it had yet to fall. Tilting his head back, he howled for Rhyme's presence.
He hoped the alpha knew that at some point, Ace would want a rematch. And today was it. Win or lose, Ace would walk away knowing he tried his best. |
