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His company liked to talk. He stood in silence a moment, contemplating whether to respond but thought that his counterpart would figure out sooner rather than later that he was a man of short words, especially when it came to sparring. He eased into position once more, giving Arcturus the once over before launching toward him with the force of a raging bull, he aimed to ram into the shoulder of the male with enough force to knock him over but considering his partners speed the move could easily be dodged. His jaws were partly open, a playful growl eased out in a way that was fitting for the scene but he did not aim to inflict blood, taking into consideration the wishes and or rules of this fight.