Growing up, taking responsibility

The Warlord frowned as he relaxed his stance, and took in his son. His concern for his companion was clear. "You lost your focus" he told Charlie, a soft hint of rebuke in his tone. "If Silveris was truly in danger, turning your back to your enemy would have increased the danger to yourself and your other companion." He told Charlie. His son had proven he wasn't ready for a higher position yet, but he was still a warrior. Even if his heart was sometimes in the wrong place.

He drummed a claw against the earth as he considered the predicament. His son had still come to him, shown initiative, and fought a tough adversary. Losing was expected, forfeiting was not. He was reluctant to turn his son away, but his current thinking would get himself killed. He could see that path before him, and enabling it was the wrong move. When he spoke, it was with great reluctance. "You are a fatalis, and we will always have enemies. Such rash thinking will harm yourself and those around you. You must know how to fight, even when the stakes are high. Especially with the stakes are high.those you love may be depending on it. If you want to pursue a warriors rank, you must fight me again today. But this time, if you lose, I will confiscate Silveris from you. Whether that is temporary, or to replace her with a more suitable companion would depend on how you respond." He decided. If he proved he could think critically and wisely when confronted by adversity, he would return the bird. If he could not, than Seer would replace it with one that could help keep Charlie safe.