Moonlit Fun

“Then it would be my pleasure to assist.” Basilisk said, spreading out his paws and following into the familiar stance of battle. He was a decent height wolf, and had been used as a guard in the past. He had also done a stint as a grunt in rank-and-file. So he had numerous pockets of experience, but nothing long-term. His experience thus far had been rather sporadic. A mixture of healing, massaging, protecting, and general fetch-and-carry. He was curious how well what he knew would translate to today's practice.

“Pleasure to meet you, Student Naiche, I’m Basilisk, Guard to the Esteemed Princess Aslatiel Fatalis.” he did not drop the gentle respect at hearing the man's rank. Even a student ranked above slave, after all. Who knew who Naiche would be once his training was done?

The world grew a little darker right before their battle. A bad dominion, if Bas was inclined to believe in such things. He took a slow breath, digging his feet into sand, sending his tail straight behind him in a banner. His chin he lowered, and his shoulders came forward, protecting a few of his vulnerable spots. He would fall back into such a stance any time he stopped. For the moment? Naiche was looking to him, and he could only assume he had first move.

He lunged forward heavily, aiming to charge straight to Naiche, and then swinging to the side at the last second, and attempting to cuff towards the shoulder of the other wolf. Testing his balance and reaction speeds.

Basilisk vs Naiche for (Spar
Round 1/2?
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Healer & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Total WC: 1035