fish fight
raylan
Weaponsmaster
01-13-2022, 06:15 PM
Though he never was a fan of this place - too arid, too dry, too dusty - he swallowed back his inner complaints in lieu of focus. Focus on finding an opponent, and working out his methodology of attacks, offensive and defensive, that he’d learned in his homeland. What to do if an opponent launched forward, from the side, attempted to lurch at his blindspot - he had to consider all avenues. Though, every opponent was different, which he didn’t mind because it’d make him not only more well-rounded was a warrior, but more experienced, too. Chartruse eyes peered across the battlefield in vague disinterest, yet a glimmer of curiosity was present as he picked yet another open, dry spot. Cringing as the dust and heat mixed to create a bone-dry environment not to his taste, he called for another opponent. He enjoyed the spars, they gave him a reason to continue his mission as well. Nothing like being angry over his father abandoning him and his brother to fuel his motivation. |
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—