Fite me

Grimshaw had every intention of heading to the battlefield today in search of a sparring partner different than who was available in the Armada and the training dummies. With his bracers and knife equipped on his forelegs and his neck and skull armor already on, he was eager to arrive. With his wolverine toddling alongside him, Grimshaw arrived at the battlefield just in time. A challenger was already waiting and just called out as he arrived, a smirk settling on his dark features.

He approached quickly, although stopped a distance away with his wolverine beside him. Clearing his throat, he widened his stance quickly and stared the girl down. She smelled familiar, but not like he knew her. It was strange, but he didn't think about it for now. He smirked then, allowing her the first move. "Ladies first."

"Speech."