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He had never been here before, but he was told it was a good place to practice. Ansem was wary, trying and failing to summon the confidence and courage to even go through with this. He wanted to be a fighter. To be of use to the Armada. To follow in the footsteps of the greater warriors that lived among them. But he had lost a ton of confidence ever since his accident in the flood. He had great plans and dreams for himself, and then it seemed to whither away before he realized it.

He forced himself to keep going, however. Refused to let himself turn back. He told himself that if he turned back and went home, that his mother and grandfather would be disappointed. And that thought alone was more scary than being out here. Clearing his throat and trying his best to appear more confident, he tilted his head back and called for someone to fight him.

"Speech!"

He was back again with Medusa lingering nearby seeking her own fights within view. The battlefield, she warned, could be dangerous if you weren't careful. But he also knew that as long as she breathed, she would always help. Although his first ever fight didn't go so well, he was keen on getting more practice in and roughing someone up. He surveyed the nearby surroundings, and soon spotted someone walking not too far away, and almost as soon as the guy howled, Ripper was on top of it. "Ripper will fight ya!"

Without waiting for an answer, or for the guy to turn around, Ripper continued charging at the older boy, teeth flashing in the sunlight and talons digging in the earth as he moved to close the distance. He kicked off the ground, launching himself forward and up as he aimed to cling to the older opponents rump.

Ripper vs Ansem for Spar
Round: 1/2
Age: 6 months
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Shark Teeth - Offensive
Mutation 2: Talons - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter

“Ripper wants to talk!”