"Stephen! I thought you were deead!"

As Sephiran snapped at Aresenn’s head, trying to detour him from grabbing his neck, the boy’s positioning changed again. His opponent pivoted to swing his hindered away, stumbling a few steps to the side which kept Sephiran from grabbing ahold of anything significant. With a growl he pushed forward after Aresenn, still snapping his jaws and trying to grab him while throwing his weight forward in a battle of brawn.

A flash of crimson appeared as a blur in front of him, as Aresenn threw one of his front paws over the Saxe boy’s shoulder. Their weight shifted again, as Aresenn pushed down in an attempt to pin him. Sephiran had two options: push forward and try to uproot him from the earth, or try and slip out from under him to attack again. He made the decision quickly, legs buckling as he brought his upper half down towards the ground before taking a step to the right, which allowed him to slip out from under Aresenn.

After stumbling a few steps, he found his footing again before twisting to face Aresenn, should he try to advance after him. Though Sephiran wasn’t the type to come to a stalemate so quickly, he considered Aresenn to be an accomplice. There was no point in tearing each other limb from limb. “If you confront your father like that,” He said referring to their spar. “He’ll know you mean business.” A smirk spread across his face, before his head turned to look over his shoulder and into the abyss of the forest. Surely they could find something to kill to quell the rest of their anger, if Aresenn was up for it.

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