Blackwater Islands Disintegrating as it goes

The demon trotted down the beach in search of the acolyte who he was set on training as his silencer. There was much work to be done still. They needed to work on a language and he needed to train the man how to protect himself. 

He released a call for @The Nameless acolyte, hoping to find him this evening and work on his fighting skills.

He had been upon the island for nearly a season now, and he had grown used to it during his patrols; none sought him out, so he didn't seek company, either. But, one night, The Speaker called, and so the acolyte answered, swiftly turning from his route and loping across the island. He came to the Speaker, a low chuff announcing his arrival.

The acolyte came to him without much wait, for which the demon was pleased. So far, the mute man had not let him down.

I would like to start training you to fight, Tulok explained. First, I wanted to revisit the language I wish to create for us. I was thinking we could match letters to movements made with our paws and ears. The speaker watched the other man's expression. I think that would be easiest. 

He would wait for confirmation before continuing. 

i figured the creation and learning of the language could be mostly bts for ease. we can use maybe bolded italics to represent what they would be signing to each other if that works for you <3

Sounds good to me! <3 I like the idea that it's just between them!

The acolyte nodded, interest and excitement showing clearly on his face. It sounded less like a game now, but it was for the best - he needed some way to properly communicate. So far, he'd been miming and nodding or shaking his head. It wasn't enough. Ready to begin, he nodded a second time, orange gaze fixed on the Speaker.

me too!

The acolyte was eager; good. Eager to please was a stepping stone to loyalty. The demon nodded approvingly in return.

I want you to attack me, and then I will defend. It is the best way for me to assess where your skills are. He didn't know what this man had endured before coming here; it was likely he already had some experience fighting.

Tulok readied himself for the attack and nodded for the acolyte to begin.

rolled a 5 here.

The young male did not remember his upbringing, but he was certainly built to fight. He was well-built with broad shoulders and muscles that would tone well with time. Already, there was some definition from his frequent patrols. But, he still didn't know how to fight. When told to attack, the acolyte frowned, examining the Speaker. They were of similar heights, but the Speaker was built more athletically; the acolyte wondered if this would make him faster. He decided a rush attack would be good - potentially surprising his opponent. He ran headlong at Tulok, jaws wide. He aimed to strike the Speaker in the chest, or perhaps the front of his shoulder.

rolled an 8

Tulok was unsure what to expect from the acolyte but tried to prepare himself for anything. The nameless man lunged forward towards him. He was fast but not faster than the demon. 

When the druid reached him, the speaker dodged his attack, stepping to the side at the last minute before launching himself onto his opponents back. He would try to latch on to the back of his neck and take him to the ground. The acolyte did manage to nip his shoulder in the process, causing a flash of pain that the demon easily ignored.

Rolled a 10.

His teeth met the Speaker's shoulder, but he was unable to maintain a grip — the Acolyte pulled away just in time, managing to partially dodge the Speaker's attack; he felt teeth graze the nape of his neck, and he ducked before ramming himself beneath the Speaker — with luck, he would surge upwards to throw his opponent away from him.

The acolyte's return attack was quick and strong; it forced the speaker back despite his unwillingness to be moved. Tulok was impressed but there was little time to dwell. 

Much to his dismay, he had been knocked off balance enough that his counter attack would likely not hit; he still lunged for the other man anyway.

rolled a 4

Rolled a 9!

Adrenaline rushed through him, making his blood run hot, and he was able to avoid most of the Speaker's next attack; teeth grazed his shoulder, but he was already striking for the side of Tulok's neck, and with luck, he would swing his body to slam into the other male's side and knock him to the ground.

Quickly, the acolyte took advantage of his lack of balance; he had the speaker pinned to the ground, and he yielded. 

When the other man let him up, Tulok would shake out his thick coat and look over the nameless with intrigue in his two-toned gaze. Very good, he praised. 

I have been thinking of a name for you; you have earned it. The demon dipped his head. Adlak. He both spoke and signed the word. It is of my family's language; it means black bear. He looked over the acolyte. I think it suits you. 

Would the wordless man agree?