Get to It

Long days and weeks and months of traveling alone did not make for good opportunities to keep skills sharp. After so long - even before he left his homeland, he had not had many opportunities to spar in the time after he'd earned his freedom - Luc felt dull and rusted, stiff and slow and soft. This was not a land or a circumstance that would allow for softness, so Lucius set out grimly to build himself back up to where he had not long ago been. It was to that end that he set his paws upon this blood-sacred earth and lifted his sharp muzzle to call out for an opponent to meet him and do battle.