BAD GUY / sparring session

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — It wasn't exactly a well kept secret around The Typhoon that Michael was hardly a fighter. Although he did have the capacity to fight tooth and claw, he much preferred using his elementals, or just getting the drop on someone by sneaking. Some would call him cowardly for his thieving and deceptive nature, but he had never really cared about their opinions. After all, avoiding direct confrontation had been what had kept him alive thus far – save for when he had defended Roxie against the wild beast that had attacked her. That had possibly been the bobcat's singular moment of complete selflessness, and although he had survived it, it had hardly been a pleasant experience. He could still remember the wild creature shaking him around like a ragdoll, teeth clamping down near his spine as claws were raked down over his blind eye. He still had the reminder of that moment present over his face, in the form of two large scars over his left eye. Still, even when these scars were aching and he had nightmares of the beast, he never regretted what he had done then. It had been for his sister, after all.

Despite all of this, the reaver was still hesitant to approach when he heard Roxie's call. Unless it was the most dire of circumstances, he had never enjoyed fighting. He knew sparring wasn't simply for pleasure, but he still found himself quite comfortable against the warm sand beneath his belly, and honestly considered resting his chin back down for a nap. However he also knew Roxanne would probably raise hell if she found him sleeping while she was doing a sparring session, and he wasn't looking forward to any more of her "friendly" pranks. So, the thief pushed himself slowly to his paws, shaking the sand out of his fur before he made his way over. Gently bumping his side against Roxie's in greeting, Michael muttered softly, "I suppose I'll participate. Make sure to pair me up with someone weak though, please." He mumbled the last part in a softer voice, a faint smirk coming to his muzzle. He was going to say to pair him up with someone small, but that was just asking for some crack about his height. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART