Typhon vs. Ashiel

Just a few seasons ago Typhon Abraxas would've been inwardly terrified at the thought of sparring against Ashiel. It wasn't that he was older, but in his mind he was a far more.. integral member of the family than he could ever be. He was far more experienced in the ways of their family and their religion, and he couldn't help but feel lesser to him, though the thought didn't bother him as much as it once would've. Typhon had another purpose in this world, one that didn't entirely involve being a foot soldier for their God, though knowing how to properly defend himself and his family was still a priority. Just.. it came second to being a father, now.

He moved away from the group and sought out Ashiel's gaze, his lips quirking in a faint smile. "Ashiel," he greeted his family member fondly, his head dipping in a slightly exaggerated bow. He maintained eye contact as he lifted his head and quickly thought over his next words before speaking. "Let the first move be yours," he suggested lightly, deciding him he owed him the first move as a sign of respect.