Cool kid... yada yada ya... oppressed, ect

He lunged at his father and was met, to his surprise, with a chest. Fighting Rhyme was nothing like fighting Ruin and Haiku. His father anticipated his moves with greater ease, and his larger, bulkier, adult frame was hard to move.

The breath went out of the boy, and he staggered, drawing air into his chest with no avail. He tried not to show his alarm, darting to the side of his father to buy himself time. Chest heaving, and vision swimming. No, he was an adult, he was ready. He had to prove himself. He had to. The next breath he sucked in fulled him, and he let out a snarl, turning back towards his father, and diving in.

This time, he didn’t try for frontal assault. He was adapting. He lunged forward, a faint, and then ducking ot the side. Going down Rhyme’s body, and lunging his teeth at the mands underbelly.



senryū Cavaliere-Klein vs Rhyme for spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Common raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Quill Whiskers - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty: N/A