My skin is a story [o, sparring]

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood blinked in surprise when Vathmos turned around and snapped at him, but he didn't yank himself back, or show a grand amount of concern. He didn't really think that Vathmos would hurt him, and even if she did, he didn't think it would be that hard to put some distance between them so that she realized the situation. He noticed the hyena glance down st her food for a moment, and he opened his mouth to tell her that she didn't have to spar with him if she just wanted to lay down and continue her plan to have her meal, but then she said that they could spar. A little grin spread over his muzzle at this, and he dipped his head, stepping back a few paces so that there was some space between the two of them.

Slowly rolling his shoulders and sinking his claws in and out of the ground, the lion said softly as he flicked his long and fluffy tail from side to side, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I was hardly sneaking up on you, you know. I'm a huge lion, I don't really sneak. Sorry I interrupted you when you were gonna eat though. As an apology, I'll let you take the first shot against me."[/glow] He too knew that he had a distinct advantage over Vathmos, so he decided to give himself a bit of a handicap. He would let her use her powers, but he knew that some of the powers others had were life threatening, and he just wanted to spar, not die.