BULLETPROOF | o, spar

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]As soon as Thea came charging towards him, the sounds and sights around him became drowned out. Gone was the clanmate that he'd grown accustomed to and in came a training dummy, blood within the body turning into nothing more than straw. It was a vile illusion created by his mind, but the moment he'd chosen to spar someone with violent tendencies normal etiquette had gone out of the window. The Gryphon had to be careful, else his health would be sacrificed. Spreading his weight out as evenly as possible between four mismatched feet, Feliks aimed to grab the outstretched paw in his beak, hoping to drag the female towards him and headbutt her if he succeeded. That was proof enough about how 'gentle' he was going to be, his beak wasn't as blunt as it looked. "Ya heard right," he rasped to her in response.