So he and Fate would be paired in a spar. It was exciting news to Félicien who thoroughly enjoyed time with his cousin. He would grin, shooting the younger one a challenging look, all in fun. "Looks like you got your request." He would say in a light, teasing tone. He would move away from where Frith and the others were gathered, giving him and Fate a bit of area to begin their spar. He would lower his head to align it with his spine, his eyes shining some with a bright light. He was excited, as well as a bit nervous. Fighting wasn't his strongest point... but for Tac he had to get better.
Determination set he would begin to set up his defenses for the spar that was to come. His legs were spread, stance widened and weight distributed evenly across his form limbs. Toes were spread as well, claws biting into the soil in readiness. Ears would lay flat against his skull, neck aligned with his spine. Shoulders were rolled forward, eyes narrowed in the usual defensive manner. Hackles were raised, tail tucked beneath his body. He was ready, and he would tuck his chin as a last defensive measure as he spoke to Fate. "First move is yours, Fate"
