Tinaro vs Starling

Seeing as this was his first fight, he couldn't relate to the attacks overly used in spars. The Azat spoke of body slams, bites and paw stomps, and as ingenious and tempting as they sounded to his ears, it seemed he couldn't use them. As the pack assembled themselves into their designated pairs, his fretful gaze scanned the scattered crowd in search for attacks he could copy. Alas, his hopes were unsuccessful because of the different starting positions everyone else had organised themselves into. Besides, he'd hate to waste his sparring time and make himself look like a complete dreamer in front of his partner.  Fortunately the other pup was in close distance and so they had a small yet open space to themselves. Ebony paws shuffled closer awkwardly until they lightly made contact with Starling's. His head slowly lifted to meet his eyes, startling himself on how close their faces were. Starling was noticeably younger with only an inch or so shorter in height, which meant the fight would possibly be more fair. He personally would have preferred a fight in a more easier position like from the behind because of the element of surprise. Who started face-to-face in a distance so close that one opponent could lick the other? A weird fight was better than none at all, especially since he was trying to make a good impression on Bass.
"I guess you can go first." He chirped optimistically after a few moments of silence. There was nothing else he could say, other than offering his opponent the first move. In a way, he felt weak by allowing the other boy to go first so generously and kindly. But to be honest, he had no idea how to start!