Moonspear cymylau

Did some rolls in Tabletop

There is little to no finesse; the boy uses his size to his advantage, charging forward with a full head of steam. It is not unlike the Bleddyn way of fighting, and he is impressed--but he knows that nuance will be key to the boy's future education. After all, the Bleddyns succeeded with numbers. When they were outnumbered. . .the sly and stealthy usually prevailed.

Llewellyn is quick enough to dodge the boy's jaws, sailing away, still on his toes. His mother's family sparred like this, quick and nimble, a delicate dance. It does not come naturally to his bulky form, but he still tries to incorporate it into his routine--variety is the spice of life, after all. Breathing slightly heavier than normal, he begins to pad a half-circle 'round Revui--

Then the prince darts forward, nose ducking to knock the boy off his feet. His balance is slightly thrown off, though, and he scoops empty air with his muzzle instead, coming up short. Puffing slightly in indignation, he wheels on his paws and continues the dance, waiting for Revui's next move. Perhaps it will suit him better to be on the defensive, rather than to strike.