i'll make a man out of you // open, training

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[▷killian◁]

The demon felt a brief moment of satisfaction at managing to get his opponent, he hadn't really expected it to work very well, and then the cat twisted around to bite him.

"You little shit!" Killian laughed in a subconscious attempt to hide his wince as Vigenere bit his paw, then violently shook said paw while moving to snap at the cat's ear, aiming to grab it. His stub of a tail wiggled as he did so, a playful growl rumbled up from his chest.

He had no problem with the use of teeth and claws.

"SPEECH"

▼o・ェ・o▼

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

”Fight!!!” He stomped his foot. ”Fight!!” Zimavich stomped again, as if excited and drumming. ”Zimavich.... fight!” His eyes widened at the idea, heaving and brimming in excitement. Some other emotion moved behind his eyes. Resentment?  He didn’t really care. He just wanted to win.

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[▷killian◁]

It ended up being easy for Vigenere to push him away, the dog stumbling back as his gaze snapped to the bear. "Ohh wow, big guy, you really gotta tone it down a bit! You give me a heart attack and then nobody gets to fight because I'm dead and- well I don't know if you all would really care that much but I'd still be dead for a while!" He wasn't genuinely mad or anything, just startled by the bear's voice suddenly popping in so loudly.

His cloudy gaze flicked back to Vigenere. "You had enough? Wanna fight with big guy here or is that my pleasure?"

"SPEECH"

▼o・ェ・o▼

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

The bear stomped, bouncing on his forepaws, then stood up on his hind legs, growling and releasing a mighty roar.
He was taller than Fen at this height. Zimavich fell back to all fours, and bared his teeth, moving into a charge. His massive jaws opened, and he aimed to lock them down onto Killian’s shoulder sea, and start thrashing the other like a rag doll.

---

[align=center][table]
[tr]
[td][div style="border: 4px solid black; height: 200px; width: 200px; background:url(http://ih1.redbubble.net/image.15399443....360.u1.png); background-size: 100% 100%;"]space[/td]
[td][div style="border: 4px solid black; height: 200px; width: 200px; background:url(http://tinyurl.com/gsl4s84); background-size: 100% 100%;"]space[/td]
[/tr]
[/table]

[Morgan]

Morgan stared in awe at the combatants, taking a seat some distance away from them. It was strange seeing its various allies attacking each other, yet the scene made some sense. "Practice..." it repeated, taking the word in as if to try understanding it.

Once Vigenere pulled out of the fight, Morgan approached him and plopped down on the ground next to him. Wagging its tail as it turned to face him, it said, "Let's watch practice." It had no reason to join in the combat yet, if at all; both fighters were quite focused on each other.

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[Morgan]

Morgan nodded and stood back up. It returned its comrade's blinking with some of its own, stepping backwards into a natural stance. Once comfortable, it allowed its crude armor to melt into a ring of water. Its mask's spikes followed suit, leaving its icy form blunt and sleek.

Deciding not to use excessive force, the samoyed took some deep breaths, focusing on the ring of water. To its delight, the ring converted into soft, pillowy snow. Morgan barked as it threw a flurry of snowballs at Vigenere, depleting about half of its supply.