Redtail Rise the gods give

He launched again, his forelegs flailing at Masque’s snout. They were barely able to suppress the impulse to flinch out of reach, though it didn’t matter much. His blows smarted a little, yet there was not much force behind them. They were far too tentative, presumably because he didn’t want to hurt them.

I get it, they said, moving out of range, you don’t want to hurt me. That’s fine. Getting injured is always something we want to avoid, especially at a time like this. But promise me that if you ever engage with an enemy, you put all the force you can possibly muster into your attack, okay?

They pondered another drill they could do when they felt weariness wash over them. Their jaws parted on a magnificent yawn, which was cut short by a sudden tickle in their throat. Masquerade’s mouth snapped shut as they coughed lightly once, twice, and then the urge passed.

I think it’s time for me to go lie down. If you want more training, you should call on my brother, @Relic or my sister, @Redd, Masque said, offering Bobcat an approving nudge before moving off to rest.