When I die, I'll let go

She was as reckless as he remembered and age had filled in the promise of youth. His world had been battle after battle, and he considered himself a good judge of opponent. Looking at Absinth now, he could see the lines of readiness in her. She would give as good as he got, and he wasn't entirely certain he would win.

But Flare had learned to play the odds, and he would roll the dice with his old friend. For history's sake. He raised a paw, running a claw down her cheek. “You grew up, little Princess. It would be a shame to mar your beauty.” but really, that wouldn't stop him.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” A flash of a smile, a hint of the rogue beneath. But the survivor was still at the forefront. If she wanted a taste, he would give it to her. He lashed out suddenly, aiming to drive a metal encased paw just below her knee. Intending for the sudden flash of violence to be unexpected.

Flare vs Absinth for Minor maim (leg sprain)
Round 1/?
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather neck armor
Companion 1: Red Goshawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Corsac Fox, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Thicker fur (Defensive)
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter

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