Punching Bag
07-08-2015, 04:50 PM
The scent of blood and adrenaline drew him to the battlefield today. The boy having fought here once or twice, and his tail was now healed. Thanks to the healer he had met, she had fixed the fracture so there was no sign of it having been before. Rolling his shoulders, he settled in a clearing that bore the appearance of a boxing ring, minus the ropes. There was ample room to move, nothing would hinder his movements. Sharp amber eyes glanced around the ring, seeking out any potential unwary creatures with whom he could attack, but there didn't seem to be any at the moment. With a growl, he'd wait quietly for someone to pass by. |
