Fuel to the Flame

Aresenn nodded approvingly as Xina, Ludovic, and Zagan stepped forward to claim their roles. Their eagerness and confidence were palpable, a testament to the fiery spirit he aimed to nurture within each of them. He could see the determination etched into their features, the way their muscles tensed with anticipation. Good. They would need that resolve for what was to come.

His gaze swept over the remaining pups, noting the mix of emotions that played across their faces - excitement, uncertainty, envy. He could practically taste the tension crackling in the air, a heady blend of youthful energy and the primal desire to prove oneself. Aresenn allowed the silence to stretch for a moment, letting them stew in their own thoughts before he spoke again.

"As for the rest of you," he rumbled, his voice cutting through the oppressive heat like a blade, "your role is no less vital. You will be the force that tests their unity, the chaos that challenges their coordination." Aresenn's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he scanned the faces of the remaining pups. "You will attack as individuals, but with a shared purpose - to find the weaknesses in their formation, to exploit any gaps in their defense. Show them the consequences of faltering." He began to pace again, his movements deliberate and predatory. "When I give the signal, you will surge forward. Strike hard, strike fast, and do not hold back. They must learn to adapt, to communicate, to trust in each other's strengths."

Aresenn paused, his gaze locking with each of the remaining pups in turn - Abyss, Celestia, Ravana, Sericea, Xairo. He could see the anticipation simmering beneath the surface, the way their muscles coiled tight, ready to spring into action. "Remember," he growled, his voice low and intense, "this is not about individual glory. Your purpose is to provide a relentless assault, to push them to their limits. Work together, even as you strike independently. Overwhelm them, and force them to rely on each other."

Aresenn turned his attention back to Xina, Ludo, and Zagan, who stood poised at their designated points. "And you three," he rumbled, "your task is to hold fast. Communicate, adapt, protect each other's flanks. You’re out numbered. Show the others what true unity looks like in the face of adversity."

The russet-furred Emir stepped back, his piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled pups one last time. The air crackled with tension, heavy with the weight of expectation. “Independent fighters, this way.” He said sharply, commanding the five to a part of the clearing a good distance away. Once he had them positioned with many strides between them- he turned to face the open field. He would have hoped that the other three would take that time to prepare themselves.

And once he was out of the line of fire … he signaled the charge. “Begin!”

"Aresenn Praetor"