The young man felt something shift in his bones as he wandered to the battlefield. His heart was set on one thing -- a spar. Sure he would be sparring Vereux within his own pack, but this... this was for something more. To prove his self worth, to prove that he could hold his own in battle. The would be viking felt something stirring in his heart. He thought of when Mystic's family had been attacked. He wanted to be better than that. To hold his own in a one on one battle instead of a group brawl. The only way he was going to get better was if he learned. Was if he practiced. The battlefield was the perfect place, nay, the only place to spill the lifeblood that he'd been given.
So Hypnos would arrive. His eyes were shining, heart pounding in his chest. He would tilt his head back, calling to the heavens for one ready to spar. He wanted to waste no time. He wanted to fight and wanted to fight now. If another came let them come ready. Let them come ready to spill blood and live in the moment. Hypnos would feel something stirring within, a sense of excitement. Let his instincts take over in this moment, to fight as he was meant to fight. Nevermind his weakened leg. This... this was the true test.
