Redtail Rise blood born

She wanted proof of his abilities now? He would oblige her this.

Tulimaq wasn't boastful in his attitude, but he was confident. He had trained enough warriors and hunters in his time to trust his instincts; fought in enough battles, conquered his way through life. A little girl wanted proof that his teeth hadn't yet rotted from his skull? Alright.

She was playful but he couldn't be. Play had never been a factor in Tuilmaq's life. As he lunged for Redd he was reminded of days prior, before Avicus' death, when he'd talked and parried with the previous Wealda; that had been rough but as close to a game as he could manage. They no doubt came away from it bruised, the both of them.

It was easy enough to put his weight to work. Step, turn, snap his teeth, grapple for some part or other; feign interest in an ankle maybe, weaving and pushing the advantage; so quick and so fluid, even with his age and creaky joints. He was sluggish from one angle in particular that favored his bad leg, and too fast as he compensated for his narrowing vision on the other side.

In all, he was a fierce creature intent to bowl Redd over and have her pinned, in one fell swoop. Of course, she was young, agile, and had a keen eye.