pafp soldier — first-time spar

[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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After the incident with the rogues, Duskpool had nearly pulled Crochet into learnin’ self-defense right then and there, but thank the Stars the molly had enough self-preservation to run then jump head-first like some hot-headed apprentice. He sighed, rugged sounding against the heart-stoppin’ heat bakin’ his backside, burnin’ like molten lava. “Alright kiddo, time to see what ya can do before jumpin’ into teachin’ ya the specifics.” He stated, timbre a low, hearty rumble.

“Ain’t gotta be perfect and sure as hell ain’t gonna expect ya to knock me down for our first sparrin’ match, but listen to yer gut, kid.” It’ll do him some good in seein’ where Crochet is and how far back he needs to go to help her in the long run, even findin’ what she could excel in and strengthen those parts before she graduated.

Somedays, it felt like two moons weren’t enough to teach ‘em everythin’, but Duskpool had enough faith — albeit finicky — that Crochet would do well, and even if she graduated, she’d have Doeblaze and Duskpool to seek. A breathy sigh escaped the scarred warrior, wooly plumage sweepin’ in a semi-arc, mangled ears swivelin’ in contemplation.

Damn, this heat. Shakin’ molten obsidian fur, Duskpool surged forward on confident paws, broad shoulders are drawn back with a guttural grunt, whiskers quiverin’ with the push and pull of bulky muscle. “Let’s get this other with.” He muttered, fallin’ into a defensive stance, wooly plumage sweepin’ the earth in harsh beats, kickin’ up the undergrowth in its wake and blurrin’ his vision. It’d give the molly a chance to land a hit, see how Crochet did, and reelin’ forward to attack first.

/ please wait for @Crochet ​

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[BLOOMFUR]

❀ her mind and body have been ready for a tussle. paws violently babbing each other, lips curled back into threatening snarls, spitting out words of hate. crochet has play-fought before, but those times ended after her unruly growth spurt. since then, her claw polishing days were spent raking them down designated cat towers. or furniture if she wanted attention.

crochet knows she’s overly enthusiastic about her participation, but the rogues skirmish wasn’t a great place to start. besides, she didn’t even want to blindly attack them, if she had the fighting skills! they were only standing there, couldn’t her clanmates take a few obvious taunts? babies.

"eh? i don’t think i’m ever gonna knock you down. you’re huge." she comments matter-of-factly, tilting her head. sure, he’s gonna go easy on her, but she doubts a strong gust of wind would make him topple.

lilac paws bound over to face him, briefly shaking her fur to puff it out. crochet lowers her shoulders, and then her head, charging over to duskpool, going for the immediate headbutt in the chest. mannerisms similarly to a horned creature.​

 

[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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“Can’t say that till ya try it.” He rumbled, mangled ear flickerin’ in anticipation. “Nothin’ but practice will get ya to where ya wanna go, kiddo.” He’d been knocked on his paws before by smaller folk, so it ain’t the size, but how to use it to yer advantage. It’ll take some time before Crochet realizes it, but that’s what he was for and that was to prepare her.

A second too late, Duskpool felt Crochet’s helm slam into a broad chest drawin’ a wheezed grunt from the warrior, muscles twitchin’ beneath scar-ridden fur, if Crochet felt it or not, Duskpool had to bite back a wince at the aftershocks. Ain’t the best way, but it’s somethin’. He noted dully with a breathless wheeze chokin’ his throat. “What ya did was a good start, kiddo, but ya left yerself exposed.” He grunted, addin’ a quick few words, backing away and in a split second, attempted to aim a paw toward her exposed shoulder, intending to distract her to sweep his other paw at her front paws in an attempt to unbalance her. ​

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[BLOOMFUR]

❀ ah, she did not think a headbutt through. it felt correct in the moment; and boy did she feel that. crochet grunts softly from impact, reeling her skull back and shutting her eyes. she misses the intention of his paw on her shoulder, opening them just in time to feel the ground escape from her paws.

crochet hits the ground, and her eyes shoot up to look at the soldier above her. practice, he had rumbled moments earlier in the thick accent, and that statement made her irrationally annoyed. why can’t she be good at this now, because there’s so much more she has to learn? frustrated, she reels back her hind legs, kicking them upward in an attempt to push duskpool back.​