Is It Fate Or Luck That Brings Us Here Today?

Ooc:: Yep! No deadlines~

So Arwel would wait in the lands of blood and death for someone to answer his call. Though the male wished for the fight, and the chance to test his strength as well as find where he was lacking in his abilities, he wouldn?t entirely mind if someone didn?t show up. Cerulean eyes would slide closed for the moment as he waited, going back in time to the moment when he truly wished his fighting skills were great. Had they been, might he have been able to save his family? A pang would reach his heart... And then words would reach his ears.

Arwel would open his orbs, looking upon an all black fae, with eyes to match. She was a unique site, strangely beautiful, he would note. This was the woman who had decided to answer his call. He wasn?t against fighting a woman, though he had honestly been expecting a male, if any, to answer his call. All the same Arwel would gently smile, giving a nod of his head, unaware that the fae was blind. ?Indeed it would, miss. I would be most happy if you were to spar with me.? Any type of fighting would be wonderful, just to brush up his skills and see what he needed to work on.

So the brute would ready himself. He would lower his body to the ground, distributing his weight so that he would be prepared for any type of attack this woman might throw at him. He would tuck his tail, pin his ears, and narrow his eyes to give further protection to such areas, though in a friendly spar he doubted he would have to worry about any of those areas receiving heavy damage. He would spread his digits, getting a good grip upon the ears, and scrunch his neck, gaze never leaving the female. ?I?m ready when you are, miss. You are welcome to make the first move.?