Redtail Rise i hate the air he breathes

It was a dance he had already experienced here before, yet this time it was different. Matched against a man larger than Avi had been.

So when he absorbed the blow this time, it was not without a deeper recourse. More prone to stumble back from the heavy hit of the man. But Prophet knew he would be tested in this position time and time again. It would be good for him to take beating after beating, win or lose.

But nor did he wish to shed the blood of those he had joined. Not without reason.

He pushed forward to lunge back at the man, eager to shove him down, but aware it might be a struggle more than it had been with Avi.