THE MOON IS CRUMBLING BUT THAT'S OKAY || SPARRING PRACTICE || OPEN

[BLOODHOUND.]

The Doctor was the first to arrive. How curious. It was nice, to see him out and about. They had hope for a little bit, that perhaps he would want to join in. To fight as enemies again, as tracker and trapper. The idea of it thrilled them, on some level. A little slice of home, somewhere within the swamp.

Or perhaps they would have gotten carried away, taken by the siren's song of bloodsport.

Whatever the case may be, the other wolf greeted them, and said that he would sit out, for the time being. They wonder, if perhaps Octane, would like to spar sometime in the future. Perhaps the speedster would be more receptive, given the Doctor's specific sort of discomfort, involving living as a wild beast. They reply simply, bowing their head in greeting. Perhaps one could hear the smile in their voice, if they listened hard enough.

"Doctor. It is nice to see you."

Vigenere was next, approaching with a little smile, with confirmation that he would participate. Their tail wagged slightly in their excitement, already impressed with turnout so far. "Welcome! I shall explain our rules shortly."

Leroy and that hyena, Snarl, from the tasks Leroy had been handing out were next, the both of them quite a bit larger than Bloodhound. They greeted the both of them, but their gaze remained firmly on Snarl. If all others were okay with it... They wanted to fight her.

Bloodhound drew their gaze away from the hyena for a moment, walking towards a tree, and pushing forward little bowls with different colors of pigment on them, in view of everyone around them.

"I am not sure what your normal rules are, so I have made my own." They say, looking up at the faces that had gathered. They hoped that more would come, but this was fine, as it was. "You may be rough. You may draw bloth, if you choose. Expect it to be returned in kind, if you do."

They pause, applying a red pigment to their chin, the snout of their mask. All four of their paws. Their shoulders.

"Each of us shall choose a color. We must apply it to our faces, our paws. Anything that we use to attack." They dip their paw in a little bowl of water, smearing the rest of the pigment onto their tailfur, drying their paw. "At the end of the fight, we will see where we have hit one another. While this is fun, it is also a good exercise. We can quickly see where we need to improve our own abilities."

The arctic wolf looks at each of the faces in the crowd, in the hopes that they understand now, and ask questions if any were had, rather than during a fight.

"There will be only two to a fight. The battle ends when one of us is pinned, or there are teeth at the throat. We will begin, when everyone has chosen a partner. Any who wish to come forth and join us, are welcome to."

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.