He felt her twist against his homemade antlers, the buckles strained and he hoped the careful crafting he did would hold. They didn't! They would only be as effective in his protection for as long as their handiwork held. His helm fell to the side, one of the antlers had come loose, and the buckle and snapped at the join.
He went to swipe out at her only for her to dodge out of his way and he felt her tines in his dark fur!
He ducked smoothly away from her and held up a paw to pause their spar, as he pushed backward and sat on his rump. "Well done! You naturally move with the energy of the wind and your strikes are noble flames."
He laughed as he reached out to pick up his helm. "Maybe it's a good time to work on fixing and managing our armor! Come!" He placed the helm in his teeth to lead her to the resource center.
"Our character is often revealed at our highs and lows... Be humble at the mountaintops, be steadfast in the valleys. Be faithful in between." - marcandangel.
Knight
Professor
