White River Canyon

The attackers sprang into action, each employing their own strategy. Some charged head-on, relying on brute force and speed. Others circled warily, looking for an opening. A few of Aresenn watched intently as chaos erupted across the field. A blur of fur and flashing teeth as attackers pounced and defenders whirled to meet them. His keen eyes darted from pair to pair, analyzing every move, every misstep.

The field erupted into a flurry of motion. Aresenn's eyes darted from pair to pair, his mind rapidly cataloging each success and failure. Aresenn allowed himself a small nod of approval. "Anticipate!" Aresenn barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Use all your senses!" He prowled between the sparring pairs.

"Remember," he growled, his voice low and intense, "in a real fight, your enemy won't announce their presence. They won't give you time to prepare. You must be ready at all times." He paused, narrowing his eyes as he observed the defenders' reactions.. He made mental notes, cataloging strengths and weaknesses for future training sessions.

After several intense minutes, it seemed that most of the defenders had either successfully warded off their attackers or been soundly defeated. Aresenn's eyes narrowed as he assessed the results, his tail swishing in agitation. Too many had failed to properly anticipate their opponent's moves.

"Aresenn Praetor"