Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

The girl confirmed that she was prepared for their session. This was pleasing to the warhound, as he had imagined that it had taken her a while to come to terms with the preparation to fight. Battle was a ruthless and terrible thing to find skill in, but she had – perhaps – arranged her lessons from the perfect example. While he did not always agree with his father, Ford had made Skellige proud of him for one thing; his capability in war. There was nothing that would stop him from reaping what he desired, and he was indomitable on the battlefield. The skeletal titan had not lost a single fight that he had participated in. The wolves of Warsaw had looked to him for many things, but he was first and foremost a champion.

“Where do you believe you require the most care? I imagine we should begin with the basics... attack, defense, knowing when to flee,” Ford spoke carefully. He had considered simply throwing himself to her, fangs bared and ready to strike. Logic told him that she would not have taken kindly to such a violent introduction. The plan was to assist her in every aspect of a fight, but he knew that they had to start somewhere.