Take the Shot

He hadn't spent much time with his sister since he'd arrived. The last time he'd seen her was when they'd met on his first day back and they'd been talking to their uncle Syrinx. Since then, Gael had wandered off around Alacritis, subsequently meeting Meili and befriending her. He hadn't been spending much time around Valhalla, except for the last few days, since he didn't really have much of a reason to stick around. No one really needed him, he had no duties to fulfill, no one to really hang around with, so why not go out and explore. But today he was home, taking on a spar with his little sister. He loved Aza, he really did, he just felt kind of...alienated from her. It was mostly his fault, since he'd been the one to leave and he hadn't been making any type of effort to reconnect with her. Perhaps that morning's spar was the jump start they needed to start reconnecting?


Aza moved from her spot beside the white woman, walking off, almost in a semi-circle around him. He slowly began to follow her, mimicking her movements when a flash of familiar timber-hued fur caught his eye; Meili. So she'd come to watch him spar? That was...nice? He flashed her a grin, winking in her direction as he turned away from her, focusing his cerulean gaze on Azalea's amber one. I knew you wouldn't let me down! He noticed the smile that eased its way across her red lips and that made the young man feel slightly more relaxed, though not enough for him to let down his guard. I could disappoint my little sister. He teased playfully, allowing his own playful smile to curl his lips as allowed his body to switch into offensive mode. So, I figured we would keep it short. It's only for practice. Two rounds, clearly no lethal wounds. Anything you would like to add? Oh yeah, you can start. No lethal wounds and he got to start. Good enough for him. He gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement before he was off. Powerful limbs propelled the young man forward, talons digging into the dirt for maximum traction, silvery chin tucked against his broad chest, audits flattened against his skull while his eyes narrowed to slits, open enough to see but not to be prime targets, tail streamline with his spine for balance. He was headed straight towards her, looking to use to larger size as a kind of bulldozer, his main weapon being his shoulders, knocking her straight off her paws and onto her back, that way he could get an easy pin. Were she to anticipate his movement or possibly try to deflect it with her own attack, he would feign at the last moment to decide on another plan of attack.


Round 1/2


Attack: Running straight towards her, looking to barrel into her and knock her over


Defense: Chin tucked, talons digging into the soil, ears flat, eyes narrowed, tail streamline


Injuries: None


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