Foolish me for thinking I won't fall back and slip

He's fascinated by her methods. Though Gabriel is quick to the punch, without his sword and a proper sparring environment, it's a little awkward. He watched quizzically as Hazel slips away, explaining how his movements are incredibly predictable if he starts from a standing position. The angelic male tilts his head as if taking in the words seriously and in earnest. Is this how wolves of this mortal plane practiced the art of strategy? The skills of stealth and surprise to give them the upper hand in combat?

How..interesting.

There was no complaint on his end, of course. Gabriel had yet to fully grasp the customs of this pack, much less the widespread customs of wolves upon this continent he found himself upon. If this is how Hazel wished to train him, he'd follow along. Even if he didn't quite comprehend the way she was going about it with a child's game. He'd shift his methods, then, as she wished. The pallid creature picked up a steady trot behind Hazel's bouncy jog, engaging her egging demeanor with his own brisk pace -- he then aimed to leap, front end forward, to suddenly block her path. Of course, if she tried to turn around, he'd spin on his heel and shift to block the other direction too. Towards the middle? He'd shift to block her there as well. If she slipped past, he'd continue to pursue with a pace matching hers. He wasn't used to this type of training, not without his sword or cloak and a traditional battle-like spar.

"Speech!"

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