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*Pyrrhic* · 05-24-2019, 09:57 PM

Pyrrhic watched with an approving expression as Iroh calmed himself and then set his defenses. "Not bad for one so young," he thought. His little cousin showed promise. While he couldn't promise the boy the General position, Pyrrhic could hope he worked hard enough to earn the rank. Someday, if Iroh trained hard and devoted himself to the Fallen God, he could reach his goal.

"Very good," he said approvingly. "Tell me..." He padded closer; adopting the low, slinking stance of a stalking predator as he did so. "What would you do if your opponent tried to grab one of your legs and pull it out from under you?"

Pyrrhic lunged forward suddenly and pretended to swipe at Iroh's left foreleg with his right forepaw. He stopped shy of actually striking the limb, but the intent was unmistakable. Hopefully that paired with his question would prompt the boy to think about his defenses and how they needed to adapt during fights. It was easy to think of them as rigid, unchangeable things, but that belief was a costly one. Attacks were fluid and changeable; to be effective defenses had to be too.

"Pyrrhic" "Benkos"

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