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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Fang wasn't used to being a fox, and despite his worry whenever he sparred that he would hurt someone, he was fairly sure he really needed it. Besides, he could just try to be gentler this time. The colorblind deputy stood in the courtyard, calling, "Spar, anyone?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=courier][size=11pt]"I'll watch." Maelyss murmured, glancing to Fang for a moment before sitting underneath the shade of a weeping willow. Even if she'd wanted to spar, she couldn't have, for fear of the tiny lives in her belly.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]The tod gave her a toothy smile, trying feebly to reconstruct their relationship. He really thought that being Abraham had something to do with it, but maybe returning to his old self would help. "No sparring for you, that's right." barked Fang in a faux-severe tone. "Not with our children being all...unborn-y...heh..."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 250px; width: 260px; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify]Basil immediately passed up the idea at first - he was too small. But that's when he realized: he had an african wild dog body now, didn't he? Still, he had almost no experience sparring at all. "I think I'll watch, too. That is, unless no one else comes."
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    [justify]"I prefer to watch." The massive wildcat remarked as he approached the scene. "Fighting someone in the same alliance as me just doesn't sound all that beneficial for me." Of course, there were other reasons for him turning down the chance to spar. He had his secrets and he preferred to keep them that way. Not to mention, he learned better by watching instead of doing. That's how he had first picked up on fighting techniques in Phantomclan and later on, here in the Blackhearted Rouges.[/justify]


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    [justify][size=7pt]"'Ey, I'll have a go, mate!" Hangingpaw called as he skipped over, a grin on his maw and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Studying Fang closely - a fox, ooh - the caracal would shuffle his paws, waiting for his offer to be hopefully accepted.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]"Uta, it isn't a fight." barked Fang, eyebrows raising as he studied the larger animal. He tried to recall the lessons in being more commander-y from Kylin and let his voice take on a sharper, sterner edge and his posture straighten. "I should hope that you don't use the same force when sparring as you do in battle?" like he was one to talk, but the point was valid. "And, actually, it's quite beneficial. Please don't make assumptions." shaking his head slightly, he turning back to Hangingpaw and grinned. "Absolutely. Want the first move?"

    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]Sounded like someone had read the dictionary before bed last night. Grinning, Balaur settled on the sidelines next to Basil, nudging the little guy with a wing. "Two bucks on Hanging," he whispered to the Festival Planner.

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    [justify][size=7pt]He kept up his loose and carefree demeanour, giving a nod of thanks to Fang as he lazily sauntered towards the fox. "Sure, mate, I'll 'ave the first move," he chattered absentmindedly, continuing to approach until he was within uncomfortably close range. Here, at but a half step away, the caracal's eyes slitted and a devious smirk split his lips. "Duck," he whispered, a manic glint coming into his gaze, and he suddenly swung his paw up, aiming to smash Fang right in the jaw.


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    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]Sounded like someone had read the dictionary before bed last night. Grinning, Balaur settled on the sidelines next to Basil, nudging the little guy with a wing. "Two bucks on Hanging," he whispered to the Festival Planner.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 250px; width: 260px; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify]"Sure," Basil whispered back. Of course his dad would win! Then Baular would owe him two bucks, right? Even though he didn't know what bucks were. Oh, well.
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    Soren padded over, watching in very slight interest.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=black]Sparring? How ridiculous?


    Yet despite her opinion on the subject, Mary Shelley approached anyways. Under her flu-mask, a frown could be found, but other then that, she seemed as stoic and distant as always.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]"I'll have the opposite side then Balaur. Unfortunately, I don't have "bucks". The crow stated, landing next to Baluar and waiting for the spar to commence.




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