Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

"Yes, I am."

Corvus felt his body come abuzz with energy at the affirmation, though the only outwards indicator of this was the size of his grin increasing. Interestingly, the woman added, "... if you are willing."

Though his toothy smile remained, the nosferatu's eyes burned with fiery intensity, voice low and serious when he replied, I cannot deny a challenge―I am a creature designed for battle. It was part pride and part obsession that made him this way. While it bothered Corvus deep down that he no longer had close ties to give his life greater meaning, he coped by not dwelling on the thought. It was easy for a shadow like himself, who let most things roll right off his back. He wasn't one to mope, but Corvus still hurt deep inside―so deep that no other soul could see the pain. He dearly missed his brother, his mother, and his friends, who now rested eternally. Though the mercenary loved to fight, one needs a purpose to fight for past mere survival to give life true meaning.

Now that he'd dwelt for just a moment, the mercenary determined that connecting himself to a group would be good for him. Only time would tell whether this one suited him or not, but Corvus had a desire to belong somewhere―to a pack, a family, an individual. Anywhere.

"Understand that this is a friendly spar." Oh, Grezig was speaking again. Shoving the sudden reflux of emotion down into oblivion, he fully tuned back in. She went over the rules, which were fair enough.

Of course, Corvus agreed with a nod. Injuring a pack mate would be unacceptable. Eager to start, he took several steps back and said, Now... show me what you've got! Excitement was clear in his voice and his expression,  the hot coals within his wide eyes glowing brightly. Impatiently, he would wait for Grezig to get into position so that the spar would commence.