kneel before todd!

In preparation of a fight Armando rolled his neck and shook out his shoulders. He could do this; he had the training. The world was full of giant predators and he'd been fending them off for years. He'd never sparred with one before, though. In all of his six years the only fights he'd ever gotten into with, say, canines, were the ones where they tried to eat him and he desperately tried to not get eaten. So this whole putting himself out there and inviting fights thing was a little nerve wracking to be honest.

But necessary. He needed to learn. Especially since he'd been spending so much time among predators. It wasn't like the old days when he could count on Atlas to protect him or for the band to back him in a dangerous encounter. He was all by himself. For that reason he needed to hone his skills as a fighter. Or at the very least learn how to defend himself from giants.

Armando raised a paw to his mouth and coughed into it to clear his throat. He then sat back on his hind paws and used his front ones to smooth his chest and make him look presentable. Then, without further ado, he shrieked a challenge to any who wished to spar with him.