Shake It Off

Áskell bounded through the battlefield with his dad on his heels. He couldn't wait to fight someone here, even if they were much bigger than him. He didn't care, he was fierce, he was mighty! His ears flicked forward as he heard a call for an opponent. The voice sounded female and not too old. He barked cheerfully to his dad before charging toward the source of the call. He skidded and slowed his pace as he saw a girl with really cool horns.

"I like your horns! You want to spar? I look small, but I'm tough!" Well, not so much tough as he was quick. That was probably he only thing he had going for him in a fight at this age but he would do his best to put up a good fight and make his dad proud.