10-28-2018, 07:03 PM
▹▹▹▹Despite Atticus already knowing how to fight, the Melanistic jaguar found himself quietly approaching at the call of Agathe, ensuring that he dipped his head politely to her as he listened to her instructions, eventually stepping off towards the right side. Powers. Technically, he supposed he did have some; his senses, on average, were better than most, after years of training had made him more than attentive to every shift and change in the scenery or upon his person, in an attempt to keep from getting caught in a surprise, but at heart he did not fight with any powers like some he had seen. With a soft exhale, he sat quietly amongst the people on the right hand side, his gaze turned to Agathe as he, like many others, simply waited for the next set of instructions. There was never any harm in brushing up you skills, and given this new territory, there was even less harm in learning how these people fought or were expected to fight. Perhaps, simply put, you could never stop learning, even when you thought that you knew it all. Eventually, someone would surprise you, and it would be then that you would find yourself dead.
//quick sorry c: I had a post then my computer blue screened
//quick sorry c: I had a post then my computer blue screened