01-28-2020, 02:09 PM
Training sessions. Sparring gatherings. Self defense classes. They all followed a similar itinerary; show up, sit down, listen for a bit, and then fight. Nothing too unique, nothing too special. They weren't a new concept, especially not as of late. Every other week there was a new one, it seemed, and it began brewing a concoction of worry within the hound's gut. Of course, working out and keeping one's physicality in tiptop shape were notably crucial in staying healthy. But, god, he was beginning to fear that the tribe was becoming as combat-focused as their enemies, if not more. Tanglewood's days as a warbound group had passed a lengthy time ago. No longer did their politics revolve around causing trouble and going to war over trivial matters - though, judging by the copious amount of battle-centric activities that transpired on a daily routine, an outsider would not be able to tell any different.
The first to attend Snarl's task, the mongrel leisurely approaches, dips his nod in greeting along with a "Heya, Snarl", before planting his ass in the moist earth and drawing his line of vision towards his current teacher. As a semi-high position, she had been faring quite well. Active, always around. He'd heard reports of a potentially foul attitude coming from her, though he had yet to experience such a thing firsthand, so they became the subject of his ignorance. The general based his viewpoints on what he saw, not heard - however, if what was said existed in fact, then chances were she'd never exceed sHP status.
In spite of his newfound distaste for this sort of activity, the leader hoped that someone from the pacifistic genre (like Kiira or Feza) would make an appearance today. There was one aspect that differentiated today's occasion from the rest, though, and it was that this was a class, not an excuse to brawl with one another. Within Tanglewood lives a group of individuals that liked to pretend that war would not reach them, and it is that group that had the bare minimum when it came to combat experience. An enemy assault could occur at any moment, and they would not go unpunished if they refrained from aiding their comrades.
The first to attend Snarl's task, the mongrel leisurely approaches, dips his nod in greeting along with a "Heya, Snarl", before planting his ass in the moist earth and drawing his line of vision towards his current teacher. As a semi-high position, she had been faring quite well. Active, always around. He'd heard reports of a potentially foul attitude coming from her, though he had yet to experience such a thing firsthand, so they became the subject of his ignorance. The general based his viewpoints on what he saw, not heard - however, if what was said existed in fact, then chances were she'd never exceed sHP status.
In spite of his newfound distaste for this sort of activity, the leader hoped that someone from the pacifistic genre (like Kiira or Feza) would make an appearance today. There was one aspect that differentiated today's occasion from the rest, though, and it was that this was a class, not an excuse to brawl with one another. Within Tanglewood lives a group of individuals that liked to pretend that war would not reach them, and it is that group that had the bare minimum when it came to combat experience. An enemy assault could occur at any moment, and they would not go unpunished if they refrained from aiding their comrades.