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Tam



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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05-08-2020, 12:40 AM (This post was last modified: 05-08-2020, 12:50 AM by Sirius.)

The Armada Warlord had taken one of his pupils out of the Armada territory on a day journey. A chance to stretch both their legs, and fight in territory that was not familiar to either of them. The Armada hadn’t been hit too badly with snow, the beach especially seemed to keep the cold at bay. Redbud Nook was not so lucky, and a decent layer of the stuff covered the territory beneath them. It was going to make for an interesting match.

He had Tamsyn running drills, repeating moves, and getting accustomed to the feel of her body in battle. The wind had begun to pick up, and it tossed about some of the more loose snow around their feet. He ignored it, as he did most things that he felt did not concern him.

When the wind picked up a little more, the snow that was being thrown around made visibility a little harder. He debated keeping them going, but in the end decided against it. They weren’t in the Armada territory, and he didn’t want to get stuck out here.

He relaxed his stance, and was just about to order them back to the Armada, when the storm suddenly kicked up in earnest, and visibility was lost. He pressed himself closer to Tamsyn, shielding her as much as he could from the twirling snow. He turned his head to her. “Don’t panic, stay beside me!” he ordered over the wind.


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