Find Ourselves

Naiche hit the ground as Sirius intended, and tried to come back up, all weapons out. The Warlord let him land a hit, knowing it would neutralize his fangs if he hit something soft. With an elbow in his maw, Sirius used his superior weight to drive that very paw further into Naiche’s mouth, pushing the man hard against the ground. Worsening the damage done to his elbow, but alas.

He leaned his own maw forward, and gentle pressed his teeth against Naiche’s nose. Not enough to damage, just enough to make his point. He had won this match. He released all hold of the wolf and waited to regain his own paw. That done, he leaned back, giving the fighter some space. “Not bad, and against an opponent more in your weight class, you likely would have won. Don’t forget to modulate your fighting skills match by match.” Was his advice. Taking the Warlord on head-first wasn’t generally in his favour. But then, he grinned. “Actually, if someone with my size and experience is bearing down on you, run.” he teased. It wasn’t an attack on the others abilities - sure, he had a lot to learn, but not many could stand up to Sirius.

“I’m impressed with what you’ve shown me, and I’m going to place you into the rank of Student, but it should be only short-term. Learn, work hard, and you’ll find yourself a warrior in only a matter of weeks.”