unite the children of the bleed - o, spar

[breena]

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BREENA KNACKLE
HALLS OF HIRAETH
ARCH-ROUGE
DRUID

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Well.  She may have been a little reluctant and slow to approach at the call for a sparring session, but Breena popped up nevertheless.  Her dark hues lingered curiously on Aslisk and Redvox, as though uncertain of the match-up.  Aslisk was massive now after all, but... Well.  One could fight smarter, not harder, against a larger opponent.  They'd be fine.

"I'll spar with you," she offered Marlon softly.  Fight the winner was fair, but now she was here and she wasn't interested in doing nothing either.

Breena wasn't much of a fighter.  She could fight, for the most part.  If she had to, she knew she'd hold her own fairly well against an attacker.  She had just never been in such a situation where she had to.  The benefits of a relatively peaceful life, followed up by joining a so-far peaceful group.

Given that, the petite badger glanced warily at her fore-claws.  Terribly long and sharp.  Great tools, but she didn't want to hurt anyone on accident.  Worse, she couldn't sheath them either.

The druid didn't have her shifting powers quite down.  She didn't want to waste time attempting, when it might not work or she finds herself as something she wasn't truly aiming to be.

"If you want, I mean," she added sheepishly.  "You can start too... If you like."  Stars.  Well, she could be careful.  And honestly she lacked the honing that came with the practice.

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