Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

Drizzle did not bother him. Currently, he was shielded from any hawkish winds though that might change soon enough. Coming up to a stagnant puddle, Tatsuya begrudgingly drank from it. Beggars can't be choosers. He was parched enough to not seek out an alternative water source. Everything was quiet save for the shower and occasional gust until the saturninity was broken with a melodious call for battle. At first he thought it was a trick of the wind but the invitation persisted. Stimulated at the proposition, Tatsuya set off to meet this mystery challenger. It took him a solid ten minutes before he even caught wind of Arverk's scent, but once he saw him Tatsuya quickened his pace to meet him.
INDENTSlowing his gait, he approached his to-be opponent with an devil-may-care aura. Arverk wanted to sharpen his skills as he did, but outright attacking might not be a prudent choice. Wordlessly, he sized up his opponent. They were both large, as was the fad of Tartok. Blackness draped from his chiseled form yet his eyes were crisp and blue. He looked every bit a warrior. More so than the pocket-sized Echelon.
INDENT"Your name," Tatsuya commanded. Honestly, he did not truly want to know. His words were more of an incendiary lure than a chance for introductions.