Nobody's prey

The Warlord inclined his head. It was a lot to give - a favour from a Warlord, but he was beginning to realise that Isa could be trusted. She would not take the gain and use it to hurt him or his. Their first spar, when each hit had earned them a question, she had hurt him out of ignorance. He still vividly remembered the burning anger that had followed her questions. They had learned much of each other, and even more since.


The Warlords fighting style was very heavy set, which allowed her to land her hits more easily then if he had been a smaller, more nimble wolf. He didn't find he minded terribly much. 


The fight continued on despite his thoughts, and he felt a nip at his tail, he lashed it, so it snapped in the air near her face. As she pranced away he kept his position relaxed, and then lurched forward suddenly. Bringing him close enough to swipe nip at her shoulder. His hit landed and he moved away once more. "What shall I ask of you. Hmmm.." he eyed her speculatively for a moment, amusement in his gaze. Playful again despite himself. They were in their last round now, and he watched as she circled him again. Letting her stay in motion as he kept her in his sights. As she lunged forward again, he pivoted and brought his head towards her strike. He tapped her before her attack could land. Bringing him to the best of three. He grinned at her. "Ask me your first request. "