Dragged across the finish line

Maybe the way his temper flared was preemptive, but he hesitated in letting go of that frustration until he was sure of Ghoul's intentions. If the other male saw him as lesser, as something that was too broken to ever really fix, he wasn't sure he could find the strength to push forward and train with him and become stronger. He waited, as patiently as he could as Ghoul considered his words, issuing him a simple challenge instead of denying him or questioning what he'd offered.

Fight me.

He was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't let his handicap hold him back forever. Not anymore. Veigar stilled himself for a long moment, ears perked high and swiveling to follow Ghoul's movements, trained carefully on each sound as best as he was able. He moved slowly at first, trying to orient himself toward the pale man, then all at once - kicking off hard and fast toward him. He'd aim as best as he could straight at him, realizing as he made to collide with him that he'd overestimated his movements.

It took a quick re-calibration to attempt to orient himself properly, aiming to lift himself up and swing his paws down over the other male's back. While he did that, he aimed parted jaws at whatever he could find - snapping and lashing out at whatever flesh he was able, never seeking to grab hold of anything for long or even very hard at all, but rather trying to let out a series of frantic bites that he hoped might disrupt Ghoul's movements if any of them found hold, aiming near his face and neck.

Veigar vs Ghoul for Spar
Round 1 / 2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Disability: Full blindness - Severe
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual