Come in Peace

She was apprehensive, but he was a patient man. Njal studied her in those first moments between thought and action. He watched the concern slide across her face, and the way her body tensed and relaxed, growing rigid before she advanced upon him. The woman was slow, there was no ignoring that. Her bulk became more apparent as he watched her. Njal noticed that the muscles he boasted did not sit properly upon her own body - instead there was soft tissue, mass that sat without tone and instead jiggled a little as she came forward. If she was to be any good at fighting, even decent, she would have to work that extra fat off.

Then, her attack. She was just as apprehensive with this motion as with any other; nervous perhaps for his retaliation, or thinking more about her own failure in the attempt. Njal couldn't know what caused her to be this way. While she reached, he ducked away and whacked with his snout against her chin - bringing her teeth to a close. The man took a few careful steps in a semi-circle so that he was facing her, while her own momentum carried her figure away from him.

It hadn't been a very successful attempt on her part, but there was lots of time to improve. "Again." He commanded, while squaring his body off once more.