No rest for the wicked

As the older man introduced himself, Absinth looked over the striping along his body. Of course, not only that. The huge fangs, the brightly colored eyes that were sizing her up - knowing that his own size alone would be quite the feat even during a spar; which was nothing compared to the experience he exuded. Absinth couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of being bested here, her own experience growing all the same. It didn’t matter if she got a rush out of it anyways.

The man’s name came easily in return of her own. Sirius Fatalis. Ah. She felt prickles run up her spine, recalling Aresenn naming this man as the Warlord of Armada. Best behavior then… Sephiran was already at odds with this man due to his own behavior towards Andromeda; she did not desire to stir the pot further given her standing. She was sure Aresenn would find this little situation amusing - Absinth herself did in the very moment.

“Pleasure.” The young woman snapped with spirit as he struck first. His massive shoulder coming to slam into her own, it was powerful and threw her off balance; but she did try to lean away from it to offer some sort of absorption. Digging her nails into the ground so she would not fully topple over, Absinth tried to counter with a headbutt aimed at the man’s snout.


Absinth vs Sirius for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual

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