09-08-2020, 08:00 PM
[glow=white,1,400]THEY WANNA SEE BLOOD, THEY WANNA SEE HATE ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
As surprising as it may seem, Dante was going to participate in this little training session. Stealth wasn't his forte, believe it or not; he was larger than the average feline and was just as clumsy as one, if not more. His wings certainly didn't help matters, especially given how they were - quite literally - just there for show.
"This isn't a sparring match, holy shit." For once, Dante agreed with Gael here. As much as a fighter as he was, he knew when not to cause unnecessary bloodshed... to a certain extent, at least. Dante wasn't dumb enough to start a fight with his clanmates, that's for sure. "Doesn't mean you can't cheat or trick your way to beat someone." Like tripping another person.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"This isn't a sparring match, holy shit." For once, Dante agreed with Gael here. As much as a fighter as he was, he knew when not to cause unnecessary bloodshed... to a certain extent, at least. Dante wasn't dumb enough to start a fight with his clanmates, that's for sure. "Doesn't mean you can't cheat or trick your way to beat someone." Like tripping another person.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]