unite the children of the bleed - o, spar

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Sparring. Sparring had never been something that Vox had ever been a particularly big fan of, even when he had been a feline instead of his current awkward hybrid form that made it difficult to fight. He just... he didn't enjoy injuring others, and even if the point of sparring ultimately wasn't actually to injure your opponent, he had seen far too many accidents happen in the past to truly feel safe about participating in it. That was one of the main reasons that he had never attempted to have a groupwide sparring session for the Halls, even if it might have been beneficial to get a read on the skills that everyone possessed. It just... didn't feel right to him. He much preferred only using his claws when it came to a real battle, and even then he wasn't particularly good at fighting. As mentioned before, his current hybrid form of goat and bat was awkward enough just to move around in – although he had become very used to it over time – so the thought of fighting with it? He had attempted to train in such things before, but it had never really happened right. He was never able to get that sort of familiarity that came with using your body in the correct way to fight, and he wasn't sure if that was the fault of inexperience, or just a side effect of being... well, him. Still, he had little idea how to use his wings and hooves in combat, even with the sharp talons that sat on the edge of his wings along with the razor like fangs that lined the inside of his mouth. He knew he had the tools necessary to potentially be a very intimidating creature, even with his relatively small size – well, small compared to some of the other creatures that lingered in the wilds – but he had no idea how to use those tools to the fullest. Hadley had attempted to teach him how to, once or twice, when she had still been around, but even then, that had been back when he was a feline, and the same motions she had taught him didn't work anymore. No longer could he reach out with soft paws that hid many tiny daggers in order to sink them down into someone's flesh. Now all he had was one large and sharp claw at the end of his wing that could still sink down into flesh, but usually ended up hooked, and couldn't be yanked away as easily so that he could escape from the oncoming onslaught of attacks.

Overall, Vinny had really been hoping that he wouldn't ever have to worry about fighting that much. After all, the Halls wasn't meant to be an antagonistic group, and they only really engaged in combat if it was fully and truly necessary, but... it seemed as though his hopes were going to be quickly dashed. Although the Halls had only been around for a few months, already their little dance invitations had caused issues with others, and it was to the point where he wasn't sure if they could avoid becoming enemies with Tanglewood... he wholeheartedly hoped that tensions could die down and things could be resolved peacefully and sensibly, but that was the entire reason why he planned on holding a group discussion soon. This wasn't only his decision to make, and if others felt as though Tanglewood was acting unjustly and needed to be brought down to enemy status... well, it could lead to fighting in the future, as much as Vin desperately wanted to avoid such a possibility. Still, if things did end up coming to blows in the future... Tanglewood had quite a few powerful fighters. Hell, he had even seen several of them when he had gone to give them their invitation. They would need to be primed and ready to take on more and possibly stronger enemies, even if they hadn't originally been planning to. Of course, this was all hypothetical, and he was unsure in anyone would even be for Tanglewood being knocked down a slot, but if they were, there would probably be problems with needing to fight. He knew a few members of the Halls were pretty good fighters, or at least decent, but he also knew plenty who were too small to fight effectively, or weren't experienced in fighting, or just simply were against fighting in general, like Kamara. All he could really do was hope and pray that they would be able to withstand an attack if it came, even if it meant having to turn to allies, something that they would hopefully have very soon. Jesus, just the thought of the coming discussions and possible challenges was enough to make Vin's head spin, and he almost didn't want to get up when he finally processed Aslisk's words, echoing throughout the air and up to the building she was down in front of. Once again, the exhausted Harbinger considered just staying in bed, but once again he found his wings and his hooves betraying him, carrying him downward to where Aslisk was.

Soon enough the male was down at the ground floor of the building, and he took a deep breath before climbing out one of the windows in the front, wincing when the bitter bite of the cold invaded his bones. He took a deep breath before moving over to where Aslisk was, glancing around for a moment before settling in a spot where there was little snow, glad that she had used her powers productively for once. There was no one else truly there yet, although he could see a few npcs milling about nearby and a few peeking out from the fortress curiously, some weighing their options of whether they wanted to participate or not. Focusing his attention on the "teacher" of this little exercise, Vox allowed himself to stretch until his muscles popped pleasantly, everything relaxing in anticipation for a fight that would need him to be limber and ready to pounce. Once he felt like he was prepared, Vinny suggested softly, his head tilting to one side so that his horns were faintly glowing in the midday light, "Aslisk? Ya mind maybe sparrin' with me? It's been a helluva long time since I've actually done anythin' like this, 'n' even then, I'm not too great with fightin'. Perhaps ya could show me a few things." Alright, perhaps he was laying it on a little thick to make Aslisk feel useful, but he did genuinely mean his words. After all, he needed a bit more guidance with fighting, and who better to do so than the wyvern – now dinosaur, he supposed – who constantly seemed as though she was ready for a fight?