don't lose your fire
mortis
Killian's attention was turned when he heard pad falls in the distance. Eyes flicked towards the fawn lady as she grew closer. The sight of the hand maiden caused the brute to grin gently as his head dipped in a gentle greeting. Though, before he could offer any dialogue the excited pup beat him to it. Killian quickly looked towards Mortis as he so boldly proclaimed his assumed victory. A swish of Kill's tail was paired with a laugh and a shake of his head. "Mind your tongue you little shit." His laughter continued as playfulness glistened in his eyes. The fight ensued with Mortis quickly closing the distance between them. Killian locked himself into a proper defensive stance. Paws dug into the earth, his form lowered, hackles raised, and eyes narrowed. The brute would then kick off his sturdy paws to meet his opponent, it was never good to be a sitting duck. As the distance was closed and Mortis led with his shoulder, Killian would aim to drop low. The brute would attempt to meet that shoulder with his upper chest as hind paws pressed against the earth in a proposed lurched up and forward. Killian's head rattled with the flapping of wings, but due to his lowered stance he was able to avoid any serious injury to the head. Killian Klein vs Mortis for Spar
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