Work Is Never Done

Ares - Chaos' son, so her... nephew - meandered up with a irreverently casual greeting that had Torrent simply blink slowly at him expressionlessly. She'd never quite known what to make of him, so she just arched her neck and tilted her muzzle to stare down at him without reply. She didn't know if he was a fighter, though with his father being who he was she couldn't imagine he hadn't at least been trained in it, but if he was that would make her the least trained and experienced of all of them and she wouldn't be happy if he managed to disrupt her opportunity.

Valdis at least seemed eager to share her knowledge of battle, which held Torrent's attention riveted to her so it couldn't wander to the volcano. Her mismatched eyes tracked the older warrior with interest when she began demonstrating what use difficult terrain could be in a fight, ducking behind a tree and back out again. When she asked for input, Torrent let her eyes rove around them thoughtfully. "Tree roots," she said slowly. "They can trip you, or catch your paws." After a beat of thought, working through what Valdis had said and extrapolating about being able to use trees against your opponent, she added "If force your opponent to back up over tree roots they could stumble and give you the opportunity to strike."

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