Moonspear It isn't very often

He gave a quiet 'hm', smile settling on his face once again. My son still falls to this day. He snickers, the image of the boy flopping into the dirt still amusing him even now. Puamele would get there eventually - he had the limbs of a deer and grew like a weed, never quite knew where to put his own feet.

You still want to spar? He was likely a bit rusty, but it wouldn't hurt to get back into the spirit of things. He had been quite the warrior once, and he was determined to refine himself once again. If he was to stay on the spear, he should be at his best. Primed for battle.

Rolling his shoulders back, his direction changes to cross in front of Treepie.