Redsand Canyon Frourós

The woman was swift, springing toward him on adept paws and aiming her mark for his feet. Arsenio was reminded of the days training on Rhamnus Peak. It had been a long time since he had been able to flex his ability, to show the worth behind his hardened figure. It felt good to have someone to spar with, even if they did not know very much about each other.

Arsenio danced quickly, though he only took a single step back in hopes of avoiding her movement. He watched as her own feet pulled her into a feint. So, it was only a test of his instinct and swiftness. The redstone figure was pleased to find that she was judging him.

The next movement was to close the space between them again. Arsenio lunged forward, snout pointed down. The man’s aim was to have his skull crack against her chest, her shoulder, anywhere that he could plant it. Arsenio hoped that if he could make a bump to throw her steps out of place, he might be able to find a mark. The attempt to ram her was not done with the full force of his body, but if he were to land it, there would be a dull ringing in his skull.