Hideaway Strath I tell myself that I don't care that much

Me too lol. <3

It had been some time since Artok had sparred or even fought, but his memory soon was fished and ready to go. He moved swiftly into position and was ready to go. He was all for being prepared. Especially given that Fury had said there were enemies.

Artok knew that his limp was easily noticed it and guarding it brought attention to it, but he wasn't certain what else to do there. If he tried to use his leg it caused him issues, and he faltered.

Artok was bowled over and he fought to correct with the weak side. He snarled and sniped, he wavered for a moment. Having to do a hopping shuffle to get his feet back under him, but he would have been dead were the attack to kill. He frowned in disgust at his own weakness, and as much as he woudl hate it. He would need to ask his general how to correct it.