show no mercy

The yearling's eyes would dance across the horizon, eager and expectant. It was not long before his eager call was answered, and a slight smirk would curl the corners of his lips as the stranger approached. Behind his frame, his grey-flecked tail would stiffen as he sized up his opponent. Significantly smaller than himself, but that never meant much. She could easily out-perform him in speed or agility. His jaws would unhinge as he exhaled slowly. Considering. Waiting.

"A simple spar is all I request," he would explain firmly. "No maiming, and certainly no death." This woman before him did not seem at all like a seasoned warrior, and he deduced he had found the perfect match for a quick fight. To learn and to grow. "Ladies first," he would offer with a dip of his head, a cold chuckle escaping his throat, his smirk re-appearing only to face again a moment later. The boy would rise to all fours, coming to spread his weight evenly between each limb. His back would arch ever so slightly as he lowered his head, protecting his neck from any attack she might chose to throw upon him, and his tail would curl out to stand straight behind him for further balance.




BASILISK v. ROMAN for Practice

Round 0 / ?

Attacks: N/A

Defenses: Legs spread evenly for balance, tail straight behind him for balance, and his head lowered to protect his chest & throat.

Injuries: N/A