Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

He practically yawned as Theory told him her life story. Clearly this side of the family was whack. "I wouldn't wanna be associated with a cousin fucker or any of his little brats anyway so don't worry about that," He grinned. His father would likely think the same thing whether Rhyme was his brother or not. Valentine did pretty much strip the Imperialis name from this side of the family anyway. He wasn't afraid of Abaven. Nobody was truth be told. They were a constant running joke among his family and were often the the butt of many jokes in everything they seemed to get involved in. When Valdis spoke though, he turned a curious eye to her and nodded. "I'll take you on that offer. If I win though, then...ya gotta do all my work for me for a month." Not that his work was hard. He mostly did his own thing when he wasn't patrolling anyway.

"So if you're done running your mouth about how great Shaye was and how much of a loser your dad is, let's get this thing started. Since we're on your make believe land, you're move." He licked his fangs as he settled into a defensive position, the Saxe boy eager to get a good work out in. He had never fought Valdis before let alone a melee fight, but he was eager to fight regardless. While he was a cocky shithead, he wasn't about to let his ego get in the way of his ability to fight. If he won, great. Less work for him. If he lost? Well, polishing armor wouldn't be so bad now would it?

Ares Saxe vs Valdis vs Theory for Dominance
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation: Saber fangs (attack)
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A