The young man had come here with his mother in hopes of him opening up some more. There were many strangers, those whom he didn't recognize nor care to associate with. The young man would heave a huge sigh past his lips as he waited alongside Akemi. She wanted him to spar, just as she longed to. She felt that, through battle, you could get to know someone. Sometimes better than merely by talking. So he would do his best, and tried to keep himself occupied until the spar pairings and teams were announced.
His opponent was to be a young man by the name of Tinaro. It was a name that was foreign, definitely not a Secretuan. The young man would move off to where they would have enough room to themselves and buckled down, throwing up his defenses.
Einarr would spread his legs, widened his stance. Claws would bite into the soil, toes spread, as he distributed his weight across his limbs. The young man would choose to align his tail with his spine, pinning his ears and narrowing his eyes. His muscles were tense, shoulders rolled forward and his hackles were raised. Jaws were parted slightly, giving the young man a fearsome look. He was ready for his opponent, and would grant them the honor of the first move.