guards of glory & of might

Erik hadn't been around for the pups as much as he likely should have. Viking boy, Archer boy-- a double dose of roaming in his blood. He's sorry. No, really. Making an effort and all that. After seeking out Kiriko offer to work with the kids and getting an assignment, he actually had to figure out what to do with a kid too. It had taken exactly one reminder from Tate that they could just spar, and Erik's concerns dissolved.

Sending his cat off to retrieve the assigned child, Erik busied himself. Clearing the area, tucking away the implements they wouldn't need. Really, he didn't know how much the pups knew yet, and where they were starting. Hell, he was a defensive menace himself, not so much an offensive fighter. A spar like this could be good for him too, even if it was up against one of the kids. Practice is practice? Sure. All he had to do was wait.