[PRP] Sparring [Wook x Dam]

[Ctrl F Greenie]

(Randoing 1-6 to determine who gets first strike.
1 = No Hit & 2/3 = Hit ... First to three hits is the winner.)

In Good Faith

Rolling for first strike, let me know if those rolls work for you? Or if you'd like to change them at all. 8]

 

[In Good Faith]

Dam stood from Wook in typical sparring stance. She had a gentle smile on her maw, which she found she almost always did with him despite her tense posture. She'd done quite a bit of sparring since her arrival at the pride, which had given her share of sore muscles. She loved it though. She only wished she'd had the opportunity to redeem herself a little by dueling again. (She'd tied when she dueled for her entry into the pride several suns ago.)

"First to three." She nodded in what would be the "gong" if you will.

Greenie Mysses

Drum roooooll (ba-dish)

 

[In Good Faith]

Dam sized up Wook, setting aside whatever thoughts that he seemed to plant in her head. She also felt a little guilt about not diligently watching her post. Would her superior consider this goofing off? Surely she had free time to spar with other guards; guards that were not sleep deprived at that. But she couldn't force herself to send him on to bed, especially given she had the bug that was just itching to prove herself a worth opponent.

Maybe she should work on impulse control.

Instead, she lunged, feigning left then went right. It was a tactic that was proving more useful to her as she got better at executing it. This time, like last, she landed the blow. Dam felt her body connect solidly with Wook's, though she made a point to keep the claws away and teeth from puncturing his skin. As soon as he was down, she rolled to get out of dodge.

"Point!" She was huffing, breathing rapidly in her success with a smile.

Mysses Greenie

Sorry Greenie! I realized it was actually my tag. 8D;; Now your go!

 

[Ctrl F Greenie]

"First to three it is." He gave a small smile, eyes narrowing in a playful way. Sure this was simply sparring, nothing to dramatic, but he always took this just as seriously as anything else.

"How about ladies first?"

Wook offered, a paw raised to give a form of curt bow. He replaced this with a very striking pose that he'd begun using for sparring in his adolescent years and let his tail swish behind him. Moments after relaxing into a spar pose he almost yawned, this would be his last task for the day - he could feel it.

"Cmon Dam, let's see what you've got!"

He taunted.

In Good Faith