Drashiel Armada

There wasn't much in the way of instruction, more learning on the fly and the pups were to be grouped into pairs. Drashiel listened quietly but it was clear once all the girls were paired up that he'd be sparring Kyarst again from the sound of things. He nodded. Drashiel was anxious to practice what he'd learned from that Arcanum fae and he was sure Kyarst had picked up some new tricks as well. Drashiel padded a short ways away from the meeting area to a smooth patch of dirt lightly covered in pine needles with a few patches of early snow. This place looked as good as any. Setting his defenses, his body tensed as he offered a smile at Kyarst. "You wanna go first this time or shall I?"

ooc: sorry for shortness, my muse is shot. Would you like to do 2 or 3? I'm cool with either though my activity will be a bit sketchy til after my finals in May. :3

It seemed he was destined to fight Drashiel again, but rather than being perturbed by this - he found himself quite excited. He had fought Lysis shortly after Drashiel, and he had won. Since then he'd been practicing his defensive skills (which wasn't easy by himself) and he was more confident than ever. Kyarst followed obediently after Drashiel, allowing him to pick the venue of their spar. It wasn't as if Kyarst had any particular area in mind. Drashiel would ask a question, and within moments he would receive his answer. But first, Kyarst's ears fell back over his skull, holding tight to the contours of his cranium. His eyes narrowed to verdant green slits, whilst his head lowered to fall in line with his spine and his chin tucked down to protect his throat. These things he'd learned, and these things he would not forget. He stood head on with Drashiel, their bodies in perfect alignment. With haste he darted toward the older boy, his paws carrying him slightly to the right (Drashiel's left). He aimed to force his own left shoulder into Drashiel's in effort to stagger his half-kin while simultaneously ensnaring the extra fur of Drashiel's scruff (just between the shoulder blades) in his juvenile jaws. If successful he would hold on with all his might - just as he had done with Lysis. 1/2 ?speak,?

ooc; two is fine with me, and I too will be busy with finals, etc. I'll try my best to reply in as timely a manner as I can <3