Fight Training! [Armada Warriors]

Well, ready or not, the training was underway. Gossamer began to explain defenses, basics that every fighter should know and get comfortable with. Charlie focused on her as she explained, a thoughtful frown upon his muzzle. The reason for defenses was straight forward - you didn’t want to leave anything open and vulnerable for your opponent to grab and, potentially, try to rip away from your body. Putting it into practice though…? That was where it was really going to be interesting. He didn’t feel very certain about his abilities to put it into practice just yet, he hadn’t even tried to mimic Gossamer’s examples yet, and she was pairing them off for a two on two match! Wait wait wait - he glanced at Andromeda and the younger pups. It was boys versus girls but, out of them, he was sure Andy had the most experience. He frowned…

…but he was a Fatalis, wasn’t he? Fighting should be in his blood, even if he hadn’t trained in it as early as all of his siblings had. The saber-toothed boy drew in a breath. Alright then, fine. He was going to do this. He would rise and move to the opposite area as Andromeda. It felt… strange… that they were on opposite teams. His mixed emotions were clear as day on his face, but as he prepared himself, trying to mimic the defenses his older sister demonstrated, Yorrick shifted on the outskirts near him. The fisher wouldn’t leap into the fray against one of the younger pups but he could certainly be a factor to catch Charlie’s littermate off guard. Silveris, ever nearby, crossed above the four would-be combatants as they got ready.

Then things got started. The she-pup, Tethys, was coming at him. Charlie growled at her seeking to attempt side stepping to his left to get out of her range. Which, if he had been more knowledgeable about this sort of thing and the distance a wolf might be able to reach, he might have calculated better. He felt Tethys ram into him, the boy using his weight as an anchor of sorts, dropping his center of gravity down to keep from stumbling back. Focused more on his right side now, yet still before him, the she-pup managed to get a loose grip on the scruff of his right shoulder. Teeth pinched skin as Charlie attempted to retaliate - focusing on an attempt of using his heavier weight and taller height to his advantage. Not that it’d last forever - this girl was looking like she was going to be huge!

Charlie’s move was simple enough - an attempt to hook his left foreleg over Tethys with the intent of shifting his weight forward into the leg as he brought it downward. Would he be able to wrestle her to the earth, though? His jaws would also twist to his right, toward Tethys’ neck and shoulder area. The boy would part his own jaws and make a move to deliver a sharp, yet mostly harmless bite to her in hopes it would encourage her to release her own hold.

"Speech," 'Thought.'