I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT YOUR MISSING . training . 1/?

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

it had been a long time since hebi had recalled this feeling. excitement drummed in his aura, and as other's followed his command he felt pleased. even if there were only two for the moment. more would come, as it were the way of things. so early in the morning it was a wonder the two of them were up. the rest would come with the raise of the sun.

there were two of them, both familiar forms, large hulking and already poised in a manner that spoke of experience. the jaguar cocked his head at the both of them, and after a silence- waiting for others all the rigid aura fell from the jaguar as he stood up. the red book set to the floor was ignored as hebi raised a paw; "the best way to start would be a sparring session, but since there are only four of us..." at this, hebi took the time to lift his wings, and there, coiled under his wingspan was his eldest. as the eldest, and the one hebi could trust the most- not that any of his children were untrustworthy, but the trio were a lot less forgiving, their toxins deadly where as blas were a constrictor type.

"my first lesson, will be teamwork." the jaguar spoke "in battle, there is no honnor in dying, you live or you die." blas moved from most of his torso towards draping along his neck. "in a battle, your first priority is not to find an enemy, but find an ally. and work together from there." the jaguar spoke, his grey eyes watching the two as he used his already unleashed claws and dragged them against the dirt under his paw.

"for this example, i want you both to come after me and blas; let's see your teamwork" he didn't set any rules, in an actual raid, there would be none, and hebi would expect the same ruthlessness from his clan as he would the enemy; in life and death, there was either surviving a battle or simply falling, too weak: either by getting killed or too soft. With a grin along his maw he took flight, jumping into the air and spanning his wings. Blas' weight meaning little as the jaguar hovered out of marr's range quickly, watching aurum to see what the other would do. in a manner of teamwork, at least.