like slapping a fish

After Ashen made the move Incubus found himself exploring the continent south of their home. Previously he hadn't much reason to venture this way but he felt it important to get a lay of the land. It seemed both continents were littered with packs and it'd be resourceful to personally know of their locations. He was no politician so there was no reason for him to approach any of them. But, he'd maintain a mental map of where these other kingdoms maintain their reign.

As the inky male moved through the Boneyard a call moved through the air. The summons of battle. Lips flicked into a mischievous grin as he immediately rerouted his path and moved towards the source. Who was he to deny this stranger the opportunity to spar? Now that his tail was healed he'd be able to fight at his full potential for the first time in a while. Anticipation bubbled in his chest as he drew closer to his proposed opponent.

The journey to the fighting ring was short and that pale gaze fell upon the sight of a black and orange beast. Two rows of inky horns laid on the stranger's forehead and he had a few inches on Incubus. But, the differences were minimal. What it'd come down to is skill. Which Inc had been working on but he knew there were some war torn behemoths in these lands, perhaps this was one of them. The spar would expose such. "Greetings, I am Incubus Klein." A polite nod was seen as he stopped walking, giving them about ten tail lengths of distance. "I am assuming it is you who requested an opponent?" Inc raised a brow as he ensured his weight was evenly distributed between his four legs.

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