turn a bad boy into a believer

The cloaked alabaster man had little to say and that was fine with Grimshaw. He was a man of few words himself, but given his rank did his best to come off as otherwise to those that hadn't earned a visit from him for their actions. He spent most of his time in the marketplace either running his bar or patrolling, so it was nice to get out and do something different, even if it wasn't necessarily part of his job. If anything, it was a spar for himself. He couldn't let himself get rusty while his duties remained unused.

"Quite the opposite, actually," he shrugged. His fears made him who he is, gave him the strength to rise through the ranks to protect what he feels is his. This wasn't need to know information for Gabriel, however, and so Grimshaw kept it to himself. There was something strange about the man that he couldn't quite place, but it wasn't as off-putting considering the man seemed to be otherwise friendly and intuitive.

"Yes, that would be correct. If not for the Warlord, then for myself." Finally a smile, bearing the slightly longer set of canines that sat just behind his natural set. The man before him pulled a golden sword from beneath the cream and golden glittered coat he wore. He was used to sparring against those with weapons, though he would admit it was much harder when all he had was a knife. Grimshaw was confident, though, he had beaten Azure for this rank.

He might be a tall man, but his speed is unlike the other large men of the Armada. His light frame gives him the speed he needs to approach quickly and with only a few steps, though his target isn't head on as it appears to be at first. His opponent has a sword that Grimshaw is certain he knows how to use, so he keeps this in mind as he approaches. A tactic he uses often against his weaponized opponents, Grimshaw suddenly skids to a stop and the black sand of the beach flies upwards and towards the pale man. If he would be so lucky, the sand would temporarily blind him and give him the opportunity to hook around to his side as he grabs the knife from the bracer it's held in. He didn't seek to hurt the man of course, however as his body turns to come up on the mans side parallel to him, the hilt of his knife is gripped tightly between muscular jaws with the sharpened tip between the tw

"Speech!"
Grimshaw vs Gabriel for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather foreleg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dire wolf skull head armor
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Black howler monkey, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Melanistic flying fox, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Elongated sharper teeth - Offensive
Mutation 2: Double upper canines - Offensive
Mutation 3: Enhanced vision - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight or Mangler