brothers from another mother

It didn't take long for someone to answer his call. As he paced in the ring, anticipating someone answering, he began to leave a trench where he was walking back and forth. Once he saw the man approach and knew he had to leave his little pups behind to answer the call, Magnus smirked. He loved sparring with the Warlord, even if it meant he lost. The man was much larger than him, so it wasn't something he didn't anticipate. He was getting stronger and better since his time in the Armada, although his skills weren't necessarily lacking when he'd joined, either.

"I was hoping you'd come." His smirk remained, tail wagging a bit as he stopped pacing as the man entered the ring. Maybe he'd have the advantage today; maybe he'd be tired and sore from laying with Zee and the puppies and not have as much built up strength to win today. Magnus certainly had a fire in his belly that he was ready to let out and was more than happy to give it his all against the warlord instead of holding back for some weaker student.

"Speech!"

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