First Rule Of Fight Club...

Deimos raised a brow with a bit of curiosity as the blue boy that had become today's teacher confirmed their answers, but then told them that their lesson would actually be on how to take down a wolf cloaked in full armor. He hadn't had a set of armor himself since he began his travels—nor had he really found himself in organized combat—so the thought wasn't one that had immediately come to mind. His gaze followed the smaller young man as he moved to a grouping of covered dummies and revealed one with a slightly over dramatic flourish. The straw dummy that loosely resembled a wolf had a leather and chainmail helmet covering its face and neck and heavy leather armor that covered the rest of its body and parts of the legs.

He glanced toward Ricin as he gave the next set of instructions and Deimos gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgment before stepping forward, choosing one of the dummies at the end of the row and beginning to look over it's armor and deciding how he would approach it. He reached a paw up, moving the flexible chainmail away from its neck a bit, and replied, "It wouldn't be all that difficult to get up under the chainmail here to get to the neck. Also, the lower legs and inner thighs are pretty exposed as well." He already knew how he would approach the attack, but since his only instruction was to point out the weak points he stoped there, waiting for the next part of the training.

"Deimos Medacium"