Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

He missed his mark again, and again he cantered some short distance away to regroup. By now he was panting, not yet able to control his energy exertion in this state, but he wasn't ready to quit. After all, Njal had said if he couldn't get his tail, he would need to give up, and since Warden and Warrior were the same thing in the child's opinion, that was a much worse fate than Njal probably knew. To be neither Warden nor Warrior meant leaving Redhawk Caldera.

It didn't exactly click that Nightjar would not be sent away over a challenge like this. He wholly believed his entire life was on the line.

So he charged again, swung left again, and went for the tail again. He did so with a ferocity unknown to him before. His focus was singularly on Njal's tail. It was his sole goal. And so, driven by this and the worry that he would not win, Nightjar came on faster and stronger than his previous attempt, and in his eyes burned a fervent fire as he slammed on the brakes as hard as he could and whipped around to make another grab at the expert Warden's elusive tail.