Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

osiris swung around, his staff arcing towards arcturus with a menacing whir. the beta nimbly released his nephew's tail, attempting rather messily to leap over the staff as it swung towards him.

there was a rough knock of wood on bone as the stick rapped at his wrists -- dogged, and shaking off the pain, arcturus pirouetted outside of reach and spun, another playbow given teasingly in osiris' direction.