BULLETPROOF | o, spar

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]It seemed that quite a few had chosen to let the hybrid grace them with his presence. Almost instinctively he puffed his chest out, feathers adorn the back of his skull raising to make a crown-like formation as all the eyes were settled on him. A fitting audience, there was some alarm when the first to approach chose to touch his feathers as opposed to punching his lights out. Though it may have been nothing more than a tickle on the puffed out coat, Feliks still found himself sharply looking down, a huff of amusement offered. As soon as he wanted to spar, the youngsters came crawling out, now wasn't the time for their curiosity though - there was a reason it killed the cat. Begrudgingly he kneeled, scaly forelimb resting against the floor as he gave the other a better reach of his plumage. "I sure look like an intimidating opponent," he smirked to himself, holding back on pride's warning to cease his pandering. With such internal bickering, he almost missed a circling raptor, tiny enough to not cause any concern within him, but the lack of verbal communication between the two suggested that something was up.

Figuring the creature seemed curious moreso than anything else, Feliks plucked out two of his feathers, only cringing mildly at the ripping sensation. Both long and golden, he'd hope to give one to CC, and place the other one on the ground in front of him. Blowing on it, the action whipped it up into the air, the gryphon gesturing to it in hopes that it'd attract Masie's attention so she'd have something to chase. The two would get trampled if they stuck around, and whilst it'd be their own damn fault, another child's blood on his paws was something best avoided in this group. At least now he could focus on the more mature members. Standing himself up, dusting himself off, the Striker gave a look up and down as Thea shapeshifted, cockiness returning to him. "Nah it's not ok, you gotta be two feet smaller than me and wear claw caps for me to ever stand a chance," he teased sarcastically, extending red tinted wings. "It's whatever, spar in whatever body you feel comfortable with,".

Briefly turning his head to Lucifer, the male would tut. "First come first serve my scaly sidekick, I'll let your mini-me take me on and if you're lucky, you'll get the winner. That sound fair? Well, not fair as in competitively fair but... eh fuck it, you get what I mean,". Baku just wanted to watch, which was fine as well. The more creatures the male got to perform in front of, the better. Showing off was like a drug to Feliks, one that he at least wasn't too dependent on. Taking a few steps back, presuming the kids would back off now that they had their toys, the gryphon would begin to pace. "Ladies first, m'lady,"