what are all these fake wires? [open/sparring]

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    ✦ ✦ IF YOU'RE SURROUNDED AND UP AGAINST A WALL,

    I'LL SHRED 'EM ALL AND GO WITH YOU, I'LL GO WITH YOU ✦ ✦

    It wasn't in Damians nature to enjoy doing nothing, and so one could rightly imagine that the last few days had been frustrating for the young lynx. The large feline had tried to burn off some energy exploring the territory but in all honesty it just hadn't taken up enough time to work that way. He found the forest to be suitable place for sure and he enjoyed the thick canpy that lent its shadows to the forest floor beneath it, but a forest was still just a forest, and the melanistic lynx had managed to traverse it's expanse rather quickly. So with a new determination set in him due to his restless paws, Damian made his way into the castle and paused just inside the doorway so that the Rogues inside and outside would both be able to hear him. "I'm hosting a sparring session if anyone wants to join me! If there's enough people we can do teams!" he called, before turning and heading out into the clearing the castle sat in. Hopefully there'd be at least a pawful of members who weren't afraid of a good bout, otherwise his time here was going to be extremely dull.

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    Ver was always up for a good spar, no matter how many of these sessions she attended. They needed it dearly right now so she wouldn’t complain. The hound would come up to Damien regarding him with a small smile Before woofing over to him. ”I’ll join you” she’d look around the area to see if she could spot anyone else on their way over. She felt fighting in teams would be more valuable knowledge to them than just the normal pairs they tended to partake in.


    They’d fight side by side in raids and they’d be facing a mass amount of members, enough that they’d be outnumbered and overpowered if they didn’t play their cards completely right.

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    The battle against the bears had been her final battle. It was filled with sweat and fear, but with the underlying resolution that they would be victorious. It was a battle that came at a cost, however, as now Saoirse had been left with shredded ligaments and muscles in her right shoulder, rendering her foreleg weak. At a glance, if one combined the angry scar that snaked all the way from her left ear, across her neck and shoulders and ending at the top of her foreleg, with the two gnarled and uneven stumps on her back that were the remnants of her wings, one would think that Saoirse lead a far more combat-filled life than she actually did. No, Saoirse's life was far from it. While she had the personality that better-suited a medic, it was only her weak stomach for gore and blood that steered her clear from that path. She was better suited to life in the nursery, taking care of the next generation. It would have been a career she would have preferred, but alas, life sometimes took a different path.


    The Weaver came to a halt beside Ver, glancing at the assistant deputy before turning her attention to Damian, "I'll, ah.." Could she participate? Would she? She was little to no use in this condition. Heck, an apprentice could have her rolling on the floor in no time. "I'll join."

    adler could never keep back the miniscule smile that twitched it's way onto his lips whenever he recalled his time as a fighter. he had definitely been something in his glory days. a young devilishly handsome young fellow with fighting prowess he was pretty damn proud of. he almost missed his days of capturing and fighting enemy clan members, the days when he would toy around with his enemies and those that opposed him like a monster.


    but that had been so long ago. if he had tried to do any of that now he was sure his back would probably break in half. not to mention he was a tad out of practice with his sharp weaponry. he hadn't unsheathed the blade that was slung over his back in years. he didn't even know if he could still use it.


    on creaking joints the stocky figure of the charcoal black wolf lurched forward on his sinewy muscles. offering each of the rogues a simple nod of his head and the smallest of smiles he leaned back, making himself comfortable on his haunches. "my old bones would probably snap, s'pose i'll sit this one out," he chuckled softly in his grizzled,rusty sounding voice.

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    Milkywaykit often resented her small stature and young age, but rarely more than when there was sparring or fighting involved. She wanted to be strong enough to defend the Rogues should the necessity ever come, but she wasn't ever big enough to be worth sparring with. Nonetheless, she figured she could pick something up from watching - so the young girl would take a seat beside Adler and state, "i'll watch too!"