Dragoncrest Cliffs hell, heal

ROUND ONE
Rolling for Melchior's 1st attack: 3! [defended]
Rolling for Arlo's 1st attack: 2! [attack partially]

With the new proposition, Arlo shifts back a step or two. His feet are still tired from travel but they have come a long way over the last few days. It has been some time since he had a proper spar and forcing himself into it seems like the best way to get over the hump. Hopeful that Tanja will one day reunite with him, he wants to be able to impress the older male that he hadn’t backtracked more than to be expected.

Melchior sets himself up so as everything shifts, Arlo curves himself around to avoid the quick ram of his brother. He feels nothing more than a light brushing but when he’s close enough, his jaws lash out to grab him by the scruff and push force him down. His teeth come upon something but it is not the location he needs and so he stumbles forward to keep his balance as they tussle through the light dusting of snow.