Whip lash

He hadn't been to the battlefield in...well...probably never, honestly. Or maybe once or twice when his mother brought him out to practice, and at the time, he hadn't been terribly interested. But now? He was older. A proper adult. A homeless one, but an adult all the same. He knew others came here looking to get stronger, and it was today that he decided he wanted to do just that.

The call of a stranger on the wind drew him in, and it wasn't long before he came upon an unfamiliar. Granted, everyone beyond his immediate family and the former Abraxas pack were complete strangers to him, but that would all change soon enough. "I'll fight you." He stated as he took up a defensive stance, teeth snapping together in a grin. This would either go really well or really bad. Only one way to find out. "Your move!"