RIGHT TO REMAIN VIOLENT ☆ spar

[wormwood.]

It was both extremely weird and an amazing relief for Worm to be back in his lion body. The weird part had been that he had been away from it for so long, along with the fact that... his right eye was still missing. He had figured the moment that he was able to shift into his winged big cat form again, he would once again have two bright blue eyes to watch people with. However, that wasn't the case, and he still only had one eye for the moment. He sighed a bit as he sat on his home's deck, hovering his paw above the bandages covering the right half of his face and gently pressing down at them, wincing when he felt nothing underneath. He knew he would be able to adapt to only having half of his vision, but it still sucked that it seemed that, no matter what form he took, he would always be without the right side of his gaze. He found himself thinking back to his very recent fight with Arethas, and how Red had to save him because the "necromancer" had beaten him. He had lost because of a mixture of his lack of his full vision, along with the fact that he had still been exhausted from his recent fights with Pittians. He had been able to take the Pittians down and injure them fairly easily, but that had mostly been because he had been able to get the element of surprise over them. He knew that he was out of practice, and with the war with the Pitt still looming over them, he needed to be ready to fight sometime soon.

Taking a deep breath, the lion slowly got to his feet and moved down the steps or the deck, making his way to the middle of the small town that made up the camp. He waited until the sun was high up in the sky and almost everyone was up before he cleared his throat and called out, his tail flicking back and forth as his wings shifted upon his back, the newly returned limbs presenting an odd shift in his balance of weight, "Hey, everybody! Anybody wanna spar with me? I need to get used to fighting in this body with one eye, and I know there's at least a couple of us that aren't fucked up right now..." Truly, Selby probably wouldn't have approved of this activity, since Wormwood was certainly still a patient of his, and had been even more injured after the fight with Arethas, but Worm felt useless right now just staying inside. Of course, he now had the company of Roy in his home instead of just being all alone, sitting and reading his books. That made it slightly nicer to be on bedrest, but that still didn't mean that he was too enthusiastic about it, and he found himself leaving the house more often than not, even if Selby wouldn't be happy about it.

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