Round Two
09-23-2013, 06:15 PM
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Walk | Talk | Think A month or so had passed since his last attempted spar, and though he still had much to learn he was feeling more confident. He had gotten in some much needed training trying to match the strength and skill of the Valhallan Beta Cormalin, and the damages he had sustained had more or less healed. The open wounds were closed and smooth again, the more serious ones still slightly visible, and the bruising had gone away. Mobility was back, and now that he was feeling like himself again, ready and able to move the same way he knew he would need to to fight, Rune was all the more ready to give it another try. He found himself yet again wandering through the Battlefield, a chilling wind sweeping across the sparse landscape and kicking up occasional patches of dust to swirl upward off the ground in the places where the hardy grasses grew less consistent. Summer had been harsh and left dry patches, but overall it was still ideal for its purpose. The determined youth would only squint his pale blue eyes against the dusty haze, however, unwilling to be turned around by a rogue breeze and some unstable earth. If anything, he hoped the conditions might only strengthen his learning experience and make him that much more ready when he finally decided to put all of his training to good use. Finding an open spot amid the grasses, letting his restless black paws fall still, the light grey wolf let his frosty gaze scan the length of the field that could be seen, attempting to spot an opponent who might be willing to challenge him and, in effect, enhance the skills he so longed to hone. Eagerly, Rune lifted his muzzle and called loudly within the air in an impatient howl, ending it rather abruptly as he went back to watching his surroundings for the arrival for an answerer to his summons. |
