Redsand Canyon peccatus

The Roman cut, a swift and surprising move. Arsenio rushed on, aiming a swipe of his shoulder against the other man’s figure. Germanicus was lively and the mercenary thought it enjoyable.

A nip of his teeth was aimed for the dark-furred wolf’s flank. There was no intention to connect, only a playful taunt, a gesture to show that Arsenio had not given up. The blue of his eyes had followed the motion of the Imperator’s stride. It was easy to admire the leader for the strength of his figure. The redstone wolf did not want to watch anymore.

Arsenio huffed, pushing himself harder – trying to gain ground and move past Germanicus. His gaze was trained on the path ahead.