does it worry you like it worries me | o & spar

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]It had been a long time since they had last let their thoughts wander, to take in the shattered fragments of memory which spoke of their past, but they found those late hours of the chilly afternoon to be such a time when it came about. There was no thought to the action, their mind simply locked into those scenes, long ago times that flooded their mind and drew from them a chuckle. Yet this sound proved bitter, a harsh, cold sound with no lightness or joy to it. Pressing against their temple with a paw Isena struggled to shove it aside, only to see a flash of brown, a gleaming silver cross, stained glass windows. It all flashed through their mind for mere seconds but it made the lion ground their teeth together, the familiarity of those memories strange to them.


    "Anyone wanna spar or something?" The call was not one they planned but it was given life all the same. Maybe the physical exertion would help to drive the memories away, if that is what they really were, and they had need of some practise in any case.[/fancypost]


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    And Edward stepped up to the plate.


    He sized up his potential opponent; a lion. Considering he himself was an undersized domestic feline, about the size of a young apprentice, he was much small. To most, that would be a disadvantage, but Ed sparred regularly with his brother, who just so happened to be a creature of that very species. He was used to being the small one. He could still win.


    "I'll spar you," the advisor called passively, flashing a cocky grin in Isena's direction.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]"You sure?" The cave lion spoke softly, looking over the small frame of the domesticated felidae with curiosity but there was something else there, a flicker of some awestruck fascination for one who was so ready to face off against them. Yet they had no wish to hurt someone even accidentally, such seemingly a likely outcome in all of this to end but the challenge was welcome all the same; before Isena had been the smallest out of their siblings, the runt always picked on in their mock fights, but now things were different.


    Drawing in a deep breath they came to move, slowly circling Edward, making sure they were facing him head on. If he was sure about it this left the first move up to the advisor, something that might prove useful or spell the beginning of his downfall.[/fancypost]


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    Edward had never won against Alphonse. Never. But that.. that was a different story. Al was made of metal, and he couldn't exactly feel pain. Isena would - hopefully - feel like a breeze compared to the advisor's brother. He supposed he shouldn't doubt his opponent just yet; that could lead to potential disaster.


    "Yeah, of course I'm sure."


    Ed squared up the lion for a moment, his two metal limbs flashing in the sun. He couldn't hurt them, because this was a spar, so that left him with pinning down the other WindClanner. That was practically impossible for Edward, considering the size difference, but he had other methods of bringing larger opponents to their knees that Isena would be lucky enough to witness. He smirked.


    The cream tabby darted forward, faking left and right over and over again. He decided to go with something simple to start, if only to get a feel for his opponent's fighting style and ability. Ed stopped faking once he got close enough and threw himself forward, attempting to ram his shoulder in between ISENA's front ribs.