didn't know what I was in for

Young as he is, Dread knows that he has a lot to learn. Maybe too hard on himself as a rule, the boy is ready to come into this one and get his ass borderline handed to him. Sure, there's a lot that's expected of him now, and maybe... maybe he expects himself to fail. Is that right? Was he setting himself up in the worst way? Why was he so deep in his own head lately? Whatever. Whatever. Focus on the spar in front of him, and all that.

Bronze. He seemed normal enough, and that was... well, that was more than enough. As the man charges in his direction, Dread knows better than to stay still. He'd charge in to meet the man head on. Though Bronze's paws went up, Dread moved to slam forward with his shoulder. He wants to plow directly into his adversary, hopefully hard enough to stagger him some. Any contact will illicit an audible oof-- neither of them were small, and Dread was largely unprepared for just how hard they'd hit.

He works to maintain a close proximity with his adversary, trying to stay up close and personal. He's not the fastest, but as long as he was close, then maybe he could be the strongest?

"Dread Fatalis"