BULLETPROOF | o, spar

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Unfortunately in the raid against the Pittians, Feliks hadn't been able to get his talons as dirty as he would've expected. The Pitt's cowardice in not wanting to tackle the gryphon and the big fuck-off dragon burning their shit up had nothing to do with his own laziness as soon as he'd killed one or two. Since then though, he'd been quieter around the group and for fairly good reasons. As he emerged from his cabin, the male had a spring in his step and a grin plastered across his beak. For a time, he had been calm around the group, one taste of old habits had totally messed up his zen though, and if he wasn't confidant enough navigating new lands to visit the Pitt in their sandy homes, then that pent up energy had to be released elsewhere. "Yo Captain Hookers, gather around!". Hah, that was a new one. "I'm gonna be sparring one of you lucky lads and ladies so if you wanna fight me then come on over,". Though just a simple game, he intended to win. If he didn't, it'd give the wrong idea about him as a creature of authority - the gryphon didn't want to be walked over because he lost a friendly duel. "Now my talons can't be sheathed so there may be blood. I'll make a deal though, you don't be a dick and try to kill me and I won't try to kill you. I can take a claw or two but I'd rather limit my damage in case the ArmPitts want revenge ya hear? No other rules though, go nuts. So, if anyone wants a crack at me then go ahead,".