04-13-2018, 10:15 AM
Combat training? Mph. Radeken wasn’t not a fighter. She’d had to do what it took to survive countless times, and meant fighting from time to time. Over scraps, land, you name it. The twin scars that staked their claim across her forehead and the raggedy quality of her right ear could verify her experience.
It was just...Radeken didn’t like fighting. Not as a result of some inner tenderness or desire to do no harm, but because she was lazy and just crafty enough that she was more accustomed to finding a different way out of trouble than baring her teeth at it. She would’ve worn so many more scars were it not for this trait.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt her to be more prepared. Radeken knew already that no amount of cleverness could get you out of every tight situation. Knew it better than she’d like. “[color=#40bf40]I’m in.” She announced, wandering closer. “[color=#40bf40]Unless you plan on yelling like that all session. Then I think I’m out.” The wolf added critically, squinting at Roy. She hoped the tone was simply to draw attention.
It was just...Radeken didn’t like fighting. Not as a result of some inner tenderness or desire to do no harm, but because she was lazy and just crafty enough that she was more accustomed to finding a different way out of trouble than baring her teeth at it. She would’ve worn so many more scars were it not for this trait.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt her to be more prepared. Radeken knew already that no amount of cleverness could get you out of every tight situation. Knew it better than she’d like. “[color=#40bf40]I’m in.” She announced, wandering closer. “[color=#40bf40]Unless you plan on yelling like that all session. Then I think I’m out.” The wolf added critically, squinting at Roy. She hoped the tone was simply to draw attention.