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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Rory turned his attention away from Pitchpaw, having remembered the apprentice from when the tom had joined "I'll will" he meowed in reply to Eragon.

    Steelpaw came upon thee scene, he was an interesting site as, even though he was an apprentice, he had more scars marring his steel grey pelt than some seasoned warriors. Strapped to his shoulder was a lethl looking blade with a silver hilt that glinted in the sun, and his dark blue eyes that looked almost black seemed cold.


    He was an apprentice from ElderClan, and had wanted this opportunity to see WindClan. "Who can I fight?"

    eragon gave a nod to rory and got down into a defensive position. "Feel free to start. no powers?" eragon questioned; he needed to practice fighting without relying on his powers.

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    "You can attack me first." He replied to Harbor, with a flick of his ears. Spock stepped back so that she had more room. Anyhow, the fox wouldn't hurt him so she didn't need to worry.


    /rushed.


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    After hesitating a little, standing there for a moment, she made up her own battle move as she didn't really know any at all. She feinted a tackling attack, saying, "I got you!" but then immediately let her body drop to the ground for the upper attacks, so basically she'd already planned her duck, and then she dug her claws into the ground, swinging the lower half of her body, including legs, spinning about 180 degrees around and attempting to knock him off his feet, then hopefully bring her legs back to her.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Rory nodded "No powers" he meowed, more like echoing. The tom never liked powers honestly and rarely used the ones he had. Forcing his calico fur not to fluff out, the honorguard darted towards Eragon, aiming for his shoulder as he leaped, claws sheathed.

    Steelpaw had an three long scars over his left eye and observed that this was a kind sparring match, his least favorite.


    Taking the blade from the sheath that rested on his right side he stuck it into the dirt and turned to Pitchpaw, "Alright big guy, let's dance."