Show Me Your Ways

For the briefest of moments, Artorias was genuinely concerned he'd hurt Sirius more than he'd intended to. Watching the mighty Warlord doubled over on the ground, shaking and groaning in agony, he felt a moment of dread that he'd done something awful. And then Seer was moaning out a lament for Briar's future siblings, sputtering and laughing. Artorias looked at his mentor like he'd gone mad, then ever so slowly a grin crept across the boy's muzzle as he realized that Seer was actually okay and just incapacitated. Sirius declared him the winner though, and Artorias was almost in a state of disbelief. He had won? He had beaten the Warlord of the Armada?!

An incredulous laugh came from the young wolf who stepped closer to nudge Seer's shoulder with his forehead. He couldn't wait to get home to tell his mother how he'd defeated Sirius Fatalis in solo combat! She'd be so proud of him! "Don't tell me the mighty Warlord can't bounce back from a little tap," he teased with a chuckle and a wry grin. "I'm sure your future generations will be fine. Can you stand, or do you want me to snuggle with you on the beach for a bit?" He gave a flick of his head towards the barracks. "I can go get us some more wine if you only feel cuddly when you're drunk."

"Artorias Carpathius"