Haunted Wood And my diamonds sold

Rolled 1/10: 6
Round 1

Perhaps it was due to the slow healing of his leg - or maybe the loss of two members, along with the loss of a battle in which victory would have been oh so sweet that lingered bitterly on the Warlord's tongue; but he had been in a sour mood ever since that day. On edge, easily pricked and agitated. 

So when Vanity appeared, for a brief moment he took a step back. Eyes furrowing in their fiery glare, wondering what in the world did this woman want now?! Then she demanded a spar, the Warlord didn't hesitate for a moment after the words sputtered from her pretty little lips. 

Within a few powerful strides, he lurched forward, keeping himself closer to the ground than usual due to his knee's recovering... Tail lashing around it to keep it from being an easy target and baiting the extended limb instead, it was far less useful to him than a knee after all. Reaching forward, he aimed to grab the side of her face with a swift bite. 

He wasted no time.