#2 pencils : sparring

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    If he were to actually become a warrior, then he needed to be actually decent at fighting. He didn't have experience with it. He had been in very few battles, and his mentor had vanished. So Benny would opt for another option. Sparring with clanmates. The male would be in the camp, tapping his paw in a bored manner. There really weren't many people for him too spar, were there? A bunch of apprentices sure, but he was much bigger than him. "Anyone up for a spar?" The dogon called out. Why not try?

    Spell was one of those apprentices who was far too small to spar with Benny, but the young ambassador would stay anyways. "I'll watch." he said, taking a seat far enough away so that he wouldn't get barreled into if anyone went flying. Spell understood why Benedict wanted to do this. Spell's own mentor seemed to have vanished into thin air. He was considering asking Blaze for a new one.

    Sparring? Hm, she couldn't exactly fairly fight him could she? She could try, but not in a friendly spar. It's not like she could knock Benedict over or anything, but she was glad to see her son out and about. Blazestar went over and sat down, offering the dogon a smile as she waited for something to happen.

    You wouldn't expect someone as tiny and peppy as Bentley to be remotely interested in sparring, but war was fascinating to him. Almost as much as healing was. He was learning to use being the smaller opponent to his advantage and was eager to test his tactics outs. This Benedict fellow--another Ben, heyo!--was much larger than he was, a mix between a dog and a dragon, so he'd have to be careful. "I'll spar," the corgi declared, rolling his shoulders.

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    There seemed to be a gathering beginning in camp, and Arthur wandered over to investigate. Sparring? Excellent, a chance to further hone his skills. "I'd like to participate," he announced, coming to a halt next to Blazestar, giving his mother a friendly nod before swinging his broad head around casually to take in the rest of the group. He was large and stocky for his rather young age of a mere eight moons, but he would be too small to fight some of those present. Still, he would need the experience - you definitely couldn't count on an enemy to spare you in battle just because you were smaller than them. A friendly practise against someone bigger than himself may be useful.