[Training] renewed blades

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Slowed down significantly by the people (who simultaneously scattered as he loomed and swerved), it was only a matter of moments left and spared before her hand reached fur. He emitted the most minute of growls, a snort, a shake of his canine head, before eyes had to narrow in speculation as she hastened off in another direction. A challenge; portions of temperamental amusements he thrived upon. Not to be taken lightly or underestimated, the beast coiled thereafter, rapacious, ravenous strides chipping away at the steps – launching, leaping, ample amounts of training, of experience in this particular form leant him the knowledge of what he was capable of. The stairs were nothing, and neither was the gate – though he’d give her praise for the clever notations of trying to slow him down. His hind bunched and coiled in one fluid movement and motion, paws and limbs landing nimbly on the other side, racing, racing, racing down infernal lines. His long muzzle reached out for an elbow, a sharpened bark hastening forth – an announcement of his prowess and bemusements. Before ducking to the left, hastening upwards, muscles bound and elongated, strides sweeping… And a little fire emitted from his footfalls, just for fun – certain the Warden could handle the magic suddenly unfurling along the street. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace