WITH VIGOR IN YOUR EYES // open, sparring competition

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Fischer was ... not a fighter, to say the least. Sure she could fight, it was a thing that came easy to her, but she chose not too. Violence was never a thing in her life she enjoyed, and she was often surrounded by it. There was a deep evil that clung to the scent of dirty claws, of pelts matted with blood and scars. It wasn't that she looked down upon those that chose to fight, it was a her thing. Learning to go throughout life without relying on combat and physical strength was a struggle she was actively conquering.

The wolf padded up, gazing up at Caesar with a neutral look. "I think I will just sit out on this one." Fischer murmured. She wanted to be there for group activities ... just not this one.