my existence is a sandal

Determined to rid himself of his entry level ranking in Elysium Rhysand found himself sauntering through the Battlefield once again. The only way he was going to advance was to hone in those preexisting but very raw fighting skills. The male was a decent fighter with speed and height on his side, but he knew he had a long journey to becoming the best he can be. The young and ambitious Wolf envisioned himself to be quite the warrior some day with the ability to obliterate anyone foolish enough to get in his way. But, once again, that was a long ways away...

Rhysand selected one of the many well used fighting rings and positioned himself on one side of the circle. Green eyes took in the landscape before him to ensure he was alone before tossing his head into the air. A challenge filled the air, beckoning anyone with the desire to spar to him. Rhys rolled his shoulders and shook out as he awaiting the arrival of his opponent.