But if it had to perish twice,

He half expected to see Tamsyn jumping up and down and waving her paws in anger at Art’s declaration that it had been his job to protect her. But he was also right. Sirius called her his General still, and that made him her Warlord. The protector. Instead, he had let his anger carry him from the burnt place to the pack, letting her suffer all the while. Now he had hell to pay for that. He could only hope that Art could deliver it.

Teaching the boy this lesson on responsibility had almost drowned out the memory of Zee and Azure, he almost smiled as Art picked up his sword and dove for him.

He rolled his shoulders, and dug his claws into the earth, letting the boy finish his charge and come at him. The blade was wood, not metal, more’s the pity. The blue boy darted in, before darting to the side, and striking forward with his sword.

The Warlord let the blow hit him, holding steady like the calm before the storm. “Is that the best you’ve got?” he taunted the boy. A love tap with a bit of wood wasn’t going to get him anywhere. It wasn’t going to make the Warlord bleed He wiped out his bloodied bracer knife, releasing it from its hold, and dropping it to the earth between them. " Fight me." He ordered again.

"Speech"