For glory

Reaper was back in the bone rich littered wasteland. His last spar here was a successful victory, one he was proud of himself for. He was hoping to spar even more now, he felt as if he needed more training. Moloch flew ahead him in the sky, circling a good place for the spar. Once Reaper reached the clearing, he let out a summoning howl. He was eager to see who would show up this time. He wanted another clean, friendly, fight. A test of skills. The raven flew down and landed to perch on Reaper's shoulders, keeping an eye out for anyone who might appear.