left the nest

The Warlord had to laugh softly at her words. He did not mean them as an insult, though he found amusement (and pride) in her determination. "I am not your enemy, your great obstruction. I am your greatest champion. I train to be undefeatable so that I might be in the greatest position to be your shield and your vanguard." It came as some surprise to him to see how greatly she wished to defeat him.

It had been a long time since his battles had been more even. And even now, his sporadic loses had been more a moment of ill-luck. As no wolf could be utterly without fault in battle. Sometimes a defeat, or even a death, had nothing to do with lack of skill, and just the occurance of the wrong place, and wrong time. He worked on creating the illusion of invincibility. Every battle turned away by his reputation was a battle won. He would not give away that shield, not even for the sake of Venoms pride. "I am available to spar any day you wish it. Just remember, I give no quarter, no matter who I'm fighting. Losing to me is not an insult, I mean it without pretension, only fact. I am your blade. Polished to greatness for the sake of Deathbelle, of you, and of the Empire."