Rawr

Dunkan went back to the arena wishing to find some new time to perhaps train more in the arts of combat. This time he didn't came with his armor yet. He wanted to fight without it one last time as he was sure he would wear it almost all the time. His companion Urasa stood by his side as both stood there before Dunkan gave a howl to call for whoever was in the mood to spar today. His legs widened just a bit as his head rose proudly with those blue eyes cold as always. And like that he would wait for an opponent.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think