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    He would admit it out-loud, but sparring sessions brought up nothing but bad memories. Not because he wasn't good at it, but because that was all he ever did as a kid. Train, spar, and repeat. The good side to this is that he was pretty proficient when it came to fighting, though it had led to a good many scars. On that note, Tiger was currently stretching in a clearing nearby the main camp, occasionally pausing in order to remove a rock or stick that had made its way into the area. Once he had finished his last exercises, the canine would slowly climb onto a nearby rock and let out a small sigh before beginning to speak. "Anyone who wishes to participate in a sparring session is more than welcome to gather over here in the clearing. Once there's enough people, you're free to choose a partner and begin. If anyone has questions, please don't hesitate to put them forward." He wasn't used to talking so loudly, nor was he used to projecting his voice, so he couldn't help but sound a bit uncomfortable while standing there.

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    jacob wickliff / blizzardclan & medic trainee / male [♀] / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ It was weird seeing Tigerlily in any sort of authoritative position but he liked the male and trusted him to run a decent training. He would make his way over, trying to offer an encouraging smile to the older male. "Is it alright if I jus' watch? I dunno' if it's a good idea ta' try fightin' in my wheelchair thing," He would admit. Not only that, but Jacob was, generally speaking, pretty hesitant about fighting, especially in public. One time Jersey had tried to force him to learn how to fight when he'd reached apprentice age and they'd gotten into a fight and hadn't talked to each other for a little bit. As always, they'd eventually forgiven each other and Jacob was even starting to come around to the idea of defending himself but he hadn't really wanted to bring it up to anyone until after he was completely recovered.


    The serval was next to amble over at Tigerlily's call, offering him and Jacob a tiny smile. His leg was still broken, and after attempting to spar with it and only getting himself more injured, he figured it wasn't a good idea to try that again. "Ah, yeah, I think I'll just watch too." He didn't want this to become another fight with Aleksei, though he imagined Tiger and most of his other clanmates didn't hate him. He didn't like fighting unless necessary, anyway - he had just wanted to make sure he wasn't getting rusty last time. Settling down near Jacob, Pierce licked his nose and curled his tail around his paws, glancing around in search of who may accept Tigerlily's invitation for a sparring session.

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    Tiger didn't seem all that bothered by Jacob and Pierce's decision to sit out, in fact, he looked quite relieved. He didn't really want to spar with anyone, nor did he wish to see anyone get injured by accident. "Ah, that's perfectly alright! Sparring won't do you any good if you just further injure yourself in the process." With that the canine would flash them a warm smile before hopping down from the rock, deciding to occupy himself by slowly pacing across the clearing. "To be rather honest with both of you," He would admit, "There are many other things I'd rather be doing then hosting this, but uh, I suppose it's important that everyone knows how to defend themselves."

    Ah yes, learning to defend oneself was very important. Rajah, being a rather large tiger felt as if he hadn't much to worry about, but he knew that there were other creatures out there even bigger and stronger than him, so even he had to prepare himself through training sessions for the worst. A sparring session actually sounded like a decent use of time, and so the Paladin was present, offering a nod of his head. "I'd be up for a spar," he stated, flicking his tail as he began to wonder how bigger of an outcome they'd get, and who would be a suitable enough partner for him to spar with.

    As usual, Billie was kind of confused by this new behaviour. "A spar? Like, fuckin' fighting each other?" he asked as he appeared, eyebrows raised questioningly. Why were they gonna fight? He couldn't really see the point of fighting your own Clanmate, unless they were practicing for something, but Billie didn't consider fighting something that should be practiced. "I'll pass, don't feel like getting my ass beat," he decided, placing himself near Jacob and offering the husky a quick grin. Though he also wasn't a fan of the useless fighting, he also had a feeling that if he gave it a go one of these way bigger guys would kick his scrawny little tail. He knew his abilities - fighting was not one of them.

    NIGHTLYBEAUTY;;


    The female would approach quietly, a fictional pair of brows furrowing as she neared the group. It seemed Beck had made it their own little thing to gift participants in weekly tasks with assignments that they didn't like. This had happened to a few other members as well. In truth- she was a little afraid to ask herself because of this. What if she got something that wouldn't be in her ideal as well? Most definitely it probably wouldn't be as bad as the others, since Beck didn't know her, but it could still easily be pretty bad for her.


    "I'll spar with you Rajah- if you're willing to fight a girl" Beut would volunteer with a cheeky smirk, her pale blue gaze travelling over to land on the white tiger. She knew from her joining that he was rather nervous, but hopefully he wouldn't mind the friendly banter. It was all just for fun and games after all- she didn't mean for anything bad to come off it.



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    Rajah must admit, he was surprised by the cheetah's request. He had only talked to Nightlybeauty once before - when she had joined - and not in a million years did he think that she would've been the first to walk up to him and offer to spar. Though she did seem like a worthy opponent, as he really didn't mind sparring against females, and despite him being slightly taken aback by her banter he gladly accepted her request. "Alright, you're on," he replied in an attempt to sort of joke back, nodding to her as he prepared himself. "Ready when you are."

    she was getting bigger now, and she certainly could start building up her skill now that she could no longer excuse herself from the lack of height or strength. alongside that, she was a paladin trainee now, or 'squire' as merlin had affectionately claimed. her and merlin often play-fought with wooden swords, but she wasn't quite sure if it was the same as actually sparring. well, there were always firsts for everything! "i'll attend as well, knight tigerlily!" the young dragon exclaimed, arrived in the lose sewn tunic she had yet to take off from when she put it on. she wasn't exactly sure... how to either. it was much easier to put on with her wings than take off.


    "Well, it's more of a training session than anything." He would explain to Billie. "Nobody gets injured during them, at least not on purpose." His attention would soon turn to Rajah and Nightlybeauty, who had just decided to pair up. Normally he would've been worried, Rajah being a tiger and all, but he had a feeling that the cheetah would be more than able to hold her own. "Just remember, we don't need anybody heading to the medic's den after this, so try to avoid using your claws and teeth if possible. If you find yourself doing this anyway, just avoid breaking the skin." Albion was the next to arrive, and although the use of 'knight' before his name threw him off-guard, a light smile would soon appear on his lips. "Well, if no one else volunteers I'll gladly be your partner, Miss Albion."

    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    Sweetophelia had trained fiercely in her youth, having been mentored by a BloodClan deputy outside of her regular training in BlizzardClan. She still considered the experience to have been highly worthwhile even if she found no particular pleasure on the field of combat. The end result was nice - a severed limb or head but the exertion in itself was nothing desirable. "I'll watch too," the BlizzardClan leader remarked aloud, sitting down beside Billie.


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