A heart-shaped tree standing in between human nature, and the nature we see
Koa is never one to turn down a challenge invitation to spar. Flush with the cocky eagerness of youth, he has little doubt of his own capabilities and is excited to show them off against someone with similar skill.
He arrives for his spar with Octavius wearing a tunic and knee-length joggers, plus a sheen of sweat from warming up. Unsure what weapon the other man will want to practice with he has not yet picked up his own tool, though he's sure he can find anything in the grounds. Hopefully the other Dragoon won't choose a sword--
--Aw, Frey's tits.
Grimacing, Koa nevertheless obligingly fetches a wooden sword before heading toward Ocvatius. "Morning, Belfort," the young dragoon greets, weapon swinging languidly between his hands. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" He grins good naturedly to soften the edge, but there's a glint of competitive eagerness in his eyes.
He arrives for his spar with Octavius wearing a tunic and knee-length joggers, plus a sheen of sweat from warming up. Unsure what weapon the other man will want to practice with he has not yet picked up his own tool, though he's sure he can find anything in the grounds. Hopefully the other Dragoon won't choose a sword--
--Aw, Frey's tits.
Grimacing, Koa nevertheless obligingly fetches a wooden sword before heading toward Ocvatius. "Morning, Belfort," the young dragoon greets, weapon swinging languidly between his hands. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" He grins good naturedly to soften the edge, but there's a glint of competitive eagerness in his eyes.
Koa
