Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

unlike shale, aditya did not hold back his laughter as the selections were announced, padding over to engel with a smug look on his face. "want me to let you win?" he quipped, smirking.

adi was no natural-born fighter, it was true. but he had the advantage of both height and weight over engel, and while engel was older, that could be to adi's benefit as well: he was in the prime of his life, the older man perhaps past it. this fight would be over quickly, he was sure of it.

everyone broke into their respective pairs, and adi found a nice, quiet spot in the meadow for engel's and his spar. he gave his friend a gracious bow before taking a few paces back, eyes glittering with suppressed mirth.

"you can go first," he chuckled, standing, opening his body so as to be vulnerable to engel's first blow. he would, after all, recover quickly. engel would not have the upper paw for long.