04-05-2018, 01:01 AM
He numbly followed after Beck- not because he really wanted to, but he was pretty sure he had to. Something about Beck bothered Zimavich. It made his fur ruffle and itched at the back of his mind, but he wasn’t sure why.
Training. Fighting. Zima’s eye flicked back and forth, evident he was thinking. Fighting was internal to him and it was his main job in return to Anakin. Fighting, he could do. He was still underweight for the time being- fighting was more fun when he just sat on them.
He blew hot air out of his nose at the thought of battle. The polar bear looked over, trying to pick out a target. He huffed, meandering over to the nearest one. Ivan’s steps were heavy and he walked in confidence. Telling them he was a threat with teeth that hung out of his panting mouth. He finally came to the dummy, and stood up on his hind legs, hulking over it, and giving a roar. The bear’s right paw swung- the uppercut disconnecting the “head” of the dummy and then pushing the rest of it over.
He turned around and sat, inspecting his paw, and looking to Beck.
Did I do good?
Training. Fighting. Zima’s eye flicked back and forth, evident he was thinking. Fighting was internal to him and it was his main job in return to Anakin. Fighting, he could do. He was still underweight for the time being- fighting was more fun when he just sat on them.
He blew hot air out of his nose at the thought of battle. The polar bear looked over, trying to pick out a target. He huffed, meandering over to the nearest one. Ivan’s steps were heavy and he walked in confidence. Telling them he was a threat with teeth that hung out of his panting mouth. He finally came to the dummy, and stood up on his hind legs, hulking over it, and giving a roar. The bear’s right paw swung- the uppercut disconnecting the “head” of the dummy and then pushing the rest of it over.
He turned around and sat, inspecting his paw, and looking to Beck.
Did I do good?