It seemed that Sephiran had no more advice to offer, not that he expected much help in the rational decision making department. A smirk spread across the other boy’s face, earning a raised eyebrow in question from himself. But at the implication he needed more practice, a wave of mock tension rolled through the space between them. Sephiran began to insert some separation between them, to which his hackles began to reflexively rise.
At the formal invitation to attack, he needed very little prompting. Flexing his nails into the ground, Aresenn lunged forward. Bounding across the distance head on until the last possible moment when he shifted to the side in order to thrust his left shoulder forward to grapple for balance with as much strength as he could muster. Each stride had sent a twinge of pain through his rib cage. However, when he collided with Sephiran, he wasn’t prepared for the shockwave of agony that shot through his body. He forced a sharp inhale through open jaws just as he aimed a shot at his opponent in the side of his neck. It wasn’t a blow meant to break skin- too badly. But in hindsight, maybe this was a bad idea considering they just had their asses handed to them by a massive white bear, which they had promptly evaded by throwing themselves off a cliff.
Aresenn vs Sephiran for Spar Round: 1/2 Age: Over One Year Size: Large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory:Bear Leather Bracers Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Marauder (N/A)
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