What Are You Made Of?

Dómari was feeling better after the walk to the Battlefield. The exercise was working some of the tension and anxiety out of his system and now that he was here he wanted to get in a good fight for practice. He'd be as ready for the raid as he could be and comfort himself in the knowledge that this one wasn't going to be a surprise for Valhalla. This one wouldn't be as bloody. Dómari glanced at his pair of fox companions and seeing that they were ready he lifted his head and called for an opponent. He shook himself out, seeking to limber up as he waited. He had impressed Aurielle in their spar by actually winning but part of him wondered if it was dumb luck more than actual skill. He needed to know for sure what he was made of and re-build his confidence.