Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

Even in the reciprocating snaps back, Kingsley can tell there is still a tentativeness to the boy's movements, an unsureness that betrays his age. He has little, if any, fighting experience it seems which makes for a fun target to play with, but little else. Not a real challenge; not like the many other marks the mercenary had taken down throughout his life.

As the other moves forward, Kingsley backs away in lockstep, head lowered as he guards his throat — for even the young would know that was a weak spot. "Atta' boy," he says through a grin, tone still jovial but his voice has lowered into a challenging growl. He wanted to see more.

Once more charging head on towards the boy, Kingsley feints left, suddenly twisting on a paw as he strikes at the right side of the lad's face, this time with jaws parted. This time ready to taste blood.