Blackwater Islands We’ve got these summertime nights

Alduin paces back and forth despite his recently accrued wounds acquired from the  agouti hound. He even walks with a limp, but still he cannot seem to calm the fire within. He wants to train, he wants to fight. So he will go to the one person who truly understands this desire within him.

He would follow @Tulok’s scent trail until he finds him. Only to sidle up close to him and (almost playfully) bite at his shoulder. 

“Let us spar, brother.” He’d rasp, expecting his sibling to comply.

He was still frustrated with Alduin, but it was pushed aside when his brother showed up next to him, biting him playfully to coax him into a spar. Some might refrain given the executioner's injuries, but Tulok knew his brother could handle it. 

So the speaker thrust himself into his brother, jaws snapping at his neck as he tried to get the upper hand.

They don’t need words to communicate the start of their spar. Tulok takes it upon himself to throw himself at Alduin first. Teeth meet his neck and pinch at his skin. It jostles his other wounds but all Alduin does is grit around the pain. Rearing up on hind legs, he wraps arms around his brothers shoulders in an attempt hold him still, attempting to dig teeth into his own neck.

His attempt was unsuccessful, and it earned him the sting of teeth in his nape. His brother latched on there and as Tulok tried to retaliate, he lost his balance. 

The demon fell backwards with Alduin's heavy weight landing on top of him. Immediately, he started to snap and kick—whatever would get him free from underneath his brother.

Alduin’s heavy weight against his brother’s is a pretty even slate, except his brother falters for one second and that’s enough for Alduin to take somewhat of a lead. 

He gets on top and his brother kicks and scratches, Alduin’s lips curl at the pain that blooms on his underbelly. His arm injury doesn’t help him stay too balanced and every time he puts more weight on it to combat Tulok a jolt of electric pain shoots through him. He’s able to get in maybe a bite or two before Tulok might be able to throw him off. Alduin stumbles to the side, unable to withstand the kicks with his injured arm.

His tactic was successful; he was able to kick his brother off of him. The second the demon was free, he would lunge for Alduin again, not allowing any time for a reprieve. 

He hoped to pin him to the ground and force him to yield while holding his teeth against his brother's thick, muscled throat.

Tulok would get actually what he wants. For the kick sends him skidding and fumbling and his brothers teeth are ominously threatening.

He would end up pinned beneath that two toned gaze and at his mercy. Probably, only with his brother does Alduin understand defeat. This is one of those situations. So he  would hum low enough to sound like a growling grunt, but nod his head once.

“Well done, brother. Well fought.” He praises gravelly.

Tulok released his brother immediately following his resignation. He stepped back and shook the sand from his coat. 

You as well, brother, he offered, though he couldn't keep the smugness from his face. Smug was a frequent emotion for him. 

Come on, let's find something to eat. He was always starving after a good spar.

His brother compliments him on a fight well fought as well, but he can see the smugness there and can’t help but roll his eyes. It’s then he offers for them to find something to eat and Alduin can’t help but agree. Not without telling him to wipe that smug face off though.