FIGHT CLUB;; O, Privateer tryouts

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Pincher was proud. He held pride in his arctic blue eyes when he would spot his crewmates working at achieving their goals or actually being productive. The reason why he had preferred for the Typhoon to be warbound was not because of the sly malicious intent that everyone tended to have but that it was a way of testing what someone would do to reach their goals, the risks and dangers of rising to the top. He knew Argus was more than capable of fighting, her talent in strategy to fight in various environments and opponent types impressed him and she deserved to hold the position of Officer even if she tended to purposely push his buttons by playfully getting under his skin in doing what she is supposed to do but with a twist. But if the captain was fully honest, he had to admit with not much shame that he enjoyed that. He didn't want any cookie cutters in his crew, he wanted to see differences clash before blending in, to see if they were able to conquer disputes and variances. He did tend to bash heads with some but after a certain while, it seemed like a decent blanket of mutual respect had fallen on everyone.

The soot black colored canine had stepped out of the tavern, his teeth gnawing softly on a lit cigarette. He had gone to take a few shots of decent rum for the day and with the cool ocean breeze brushing his short pelt, Pincher felt relaxed. He was going to head towards the Tempest to check on the weaponry and see if he could work on any blunt blades but right as he was heading for the docks, he heard sounds that sent a small shiver of adredaline down his spine causing him to tense up, his sleek muscles tightening under his glossy sea salt scented pelt. At first he thought it was either a raid or a genuine fight between his crewmates. He knew some struggled to get along which could lead to fights and why he had created the ranking for Strikers, to make sure that no one got stupidly hurt over some ridiculous situation. However, relief washed over him when he realized it was Argus actually doing the task that he had ordered. It was good to see sand being sprayed in the air with all the movement and was impressed that Argus chose to spar on sand since it was more difficult to stand on than regular ground, an advantage for the Typhoon members for it made fighting on solid land easier. Deciding that he should observe the tryout event, the tall lithe doberman trotted lightly forward, his cigarette gently bouncing as he took each step.

He spotted a nice shaded spot under a palm tree nearby where the others were sparring, making sure he was close but not too close to get in the way of their conflict in being able to take down the winged wolf. He eyed Beatrice, a faint glimmer of surprise flickering before hiding away in the depths of his aqua colored gaze. He had not expected her to be much of a fighter but looks could be deceiving and he knew that perhaps she did hold potential to be a privateer. Then came Ilijas, the cool faced gentleman another surprise to Pincher but he was glad to see different types of fighters step in. Caesar seemed to join in as well, the Striker ready to show his fighting skills and as the canine observed, his half-lidded piercing eyes flickered and bounced at every moment, observing. Judging. However, it was not his say on who would be the first Privateer that Argus would train, it was up to his officer to choose on who was ready to become an important piece of the Typhoon's ranks.

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