Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

Sparring was the natural way of things, and although the boys’ first forays into it were harmless and playful — and painfully clumsy — both Rannoch and Cypress were honing skills that would remain with them for life. At this age, the boys were fairly matched, and when Rannoch batted at the soot sprite’s ears, Cypress “roared” indignation — a warbling, piping cry of mock outrage that dissolved into giggles. His muzzle went straight for Rannoch’s face, though at this stage of life they barely had muzzles to speak of — they were short, rounded things with tiny little teeth, but not enough to do any real damage yet. Cypress lacked the facility to pin his ears back, but having them boxed had taught him a very real lesson to guard them. He reached out and swung clumsily, as though to say, “See how you like it, Noch!”