Dodge, Dive, Dip, Duck And... Dodge!
09-27-2014, 07:27 PM
Allen would glance around as others continue to arrive, giving a soft sigh as he noticed a certain presence not with them. Aiko had not yet appeared, and the male wondered if she had paid attention at all. It did irk him some, and Allen was going to have a serious talk with the young wolfess regardless if she showed up to this fight training or not. After some time the Bevroren leader, Athena, would begin to pair them up. Gaze would shift to the blue hued woman he was paired with. Allen would quietly look upon her. The blue coloring seemed... Out of place to him. Perhaps it was because he was so used to Quelt and his siblings being the only ones that he had seen in Alacritia with such a color, but alas there was no time to worry for that now. Going off a bit, to give himself and his sparring partner some room, Allen would turn to her with a gentle smile. About four wolf lengths were between them now. A good gap. ?Well then, miss, it seems that we are to spar. Please, take the first move.? The older wolf?s words were gentle and kind, no different, really, than talking to any other. He would set himself up in preparation for the spar to commence, a bit excited that he would have the chance to spar someone knew. There was always something you could learn new from another. Each day that passed was an opportunity to find out new things and to live. Every day, Allen would remind himself, was a gift. Keeping skills like this sharp could possible grant a wolf, or their loved ones, another day. Allen would move almost automatically, necessary defenses coming to his brain and being set. His core was tightened, his breathing coming out calm and steady. His weight was centered and evenly distributed upon his legs. He stood firm, knees bent slightly, yet claws biting the earth, ready to hold his ground in the event of a charge. Ears would lower to his skull as it sank to align with his spine. Dark orbs would narrow and Allen would scrunch his neck, rolling his shoulders forward as he breathed in. Hackles would naturally raise as he tipped his head forward some, giving just a little added protection to his throat. Brow would furrow in concentration, ready for the spar to begin. Rounds: Zero Out Of Two Attacks:: None. Defenses:: Core Tightened, Weight Evenly Distributed, Knees Bent, Ear Pinned, Tailed Tucked, Eyes Narrowed, Neck Scrunched, Shoulders Rolled Forward, Head Aligned With Spine, Hackles Raised, Chin Tipped Forward, Brow Furrowed Injuries:: None. Fight Hasn?t Begun Yet. Notes:: <3 Best of luck~ :3 Refs:: None needed. "" |