Thrilled

He replied that it would be a pleasure to spar with her and she smirked. Of course it would be, he was sparring the Cherubim, his future leader. While Erathius had gone up and down in their ranks since her birth, she had to admit he had always been loyal to them. He’d always seemed to have a keen eye for her mother, she’d noticed, but that was to be expected in her mind. The Seraphim was quite the beauty and he obviously wasn’t the only one. Her mother had recently birthed spawn, after all.

He got into his defensive posture, quite effectively she noted, but Kali fought differently. There was no fear in her fights, nothing but calculation and quick movements. Her paws spread apart, her auds pressed to her head, but her fluffy tail curled over her back instead of between her legs. He offered her the first move and she made quick work to take it, leaping forward with open jaws in an attempt to muzzle grab him and force him to the ground. Maybe she’d gotten a bit too much of her mother’s dominant streak.