Bastillepaw has no idea about Roy's past, now does he? Roy couldn't help it but feel surprised when the tom decided to hand him out a task, despite the fact that Roy didn't ask for one yet. He had to admit he liked the sound of it, it reminded him of his time in the Amesterian military. But there was just one problem- Mustang actually isn't as skilled in combat now. He considered himself to be quite experienced back as his time as a human, especially in his flame alchemy. But things are different now, he's stuck in this world due to some freak transmutation accident. He's not as familiar with the animal way of combat, but he was up for the challenge.

The flame alchemist practiced earlier this morning, he woke up before the sun rose and mostly before anyone else got up. Roy knew his clanmates must have their suspicion on him, as he has shown his mistrust in them and the group. They have no idea of his situation, if they knew it would make all more sense. But he can't tell them, not yet- not until he believes he can trust them to know the truth about his past. He doesn't know how they would react to such news, and he wants to figure it out himself.

It was around afternoon, when the Sumatran tiger came padding forward, in the middle of the observatory. Mustang believes he understands the basics of their fighting- he can probably pull it off and make them think he knows it all, when he really doesn't. "Ascendants!" The tiger yelled out with a loud, militaristic authority tone, ears pinning back to his skull. "Time for some combat training- get your asses over here, stat!" He barked out the order, with a smirk across his muzzle as he thought back to his days in the military.

Roy was honestly quite shocked with the small crowd that was gathering around. Even though this clan seemed to be mostly of pacifists, he thought people here would like to learn how to defend themselves. It seemed like that wasn't the case, causing a small frown to form across his muzzle. "Wow, certainly seems like learning how to defend yourselves is one of this clan's top priorities," The flame alchemist muttered under his breath, letting out a soft sigh. He looked over at the small group, ears flattening to his skull. It certainly seemed like Bastillepaw was up to the training, as well as Radeken(despite his apparent attitude), and as well as Luna. He wasn't sure about Starry, that leader certainly seems like the number one pacifist in this clan. Starry probably doesn't like fighting, but Roy isn't going to let them sit and watch while the others train. If Starry is making their way over here, Roy will make them participate- anyway, they'll be at an even number with Starry.

"If you don't like my attitude Radeken, learn to get over it. If one day you're attacked, your enemy isn't going to treat you nicely at all." He commented with his cocky, confident smirk, his tail slowly swishing around him. "Hopefully others will arrive soon, but this number will be fine for now."

"Starrynight and Bastillepaw, I want you two to pair up and start a spar. The point of this spar is to gain experience in defending yourself, whoever pins the other first will win." He commanded with a confident tone, certainly not looking for an answer of no. He glanced at the two, before looking at Radeken and Lunafreya.

"Radeken and Lunafreya- you two pair up to spar. Same explaining as Starrynight's and Bastillepaw's." He commanded quickly after, flint claws digging into the ground.

"Remember, this is only a spar, cause no injuries to your opponents and keep those claws sheathed!"

Roy found a smirk curving across his muzzle at the reaction Starrynight was projecting, which was a reaction he had a feeling would take place. If Starrynight thought he was going to get out of this, then the Astral Seraph was out of luck. Roy wasn't going to allow Starrynight to sit back and watch- he wasn't going to let anyone sit to the side and observe. Sitting and watching won't help them, they won't get real experience that way. "No Starrynight, you came over to my combat training- no one here will be sitting to the side, watching." He said with an authoritative tone, not caring if Starrynight was the higher up in this case, as this was his combat training, meaning he makes the rules.

"I know that you're a pacifist Starrynight, but it's not a bad idea to train yourself in self defense. You're the leader of this clan, you should be participating to encourage others to learn how to defend themselves." He said with his confident tone, his tail swishing behind him as his gaze locked on the feline. "Anyways Starrynight, I'm not asking much of you. I'm asking you to spar Bastillepaw- I'm not asking you to legitimately fight him, now am I? If you can't practice against a clanmate, I'm honestly concerned for your fighting skills in the future." He finished up, green eyes narrowing with a flick of his tail.