To be a warrior was Sinclair’s dream. He was proud to be in the Hastati rank, but he had had limited training in combat, which he knew would be necessary for his job, but also in the future. The wild could be a cruel place, and the only wolves that could survive were ones that could defend themselves. Because of this, Sinclair wondered if this spar was to test where he was at. But if it was… then how could he show Tesseract what he could do if he was worried about hurting Cersei? He was slowly forgetting his worry, though, as he was sucked into the fun of the spar and of the challenge of tackling Cersei. She had always gotten that jump on him! His turn, right?
Sinclair felt a bit of triumph when he successfully caught Cersei’s scruff. He bit down a bit more firmly for a half a moment before he quickly loosened it when Cersei twisted. He didn’t want to tear skin! He growled at her when she paced a paw over his back to try and push him into the sand. His rough housing, he would have struggled with her there, and not bothered to find a way to overcome her weight on top of him. But with Tesseract watching and this being a spar, he was pressured into searching for another option rather than resign himself to her weight wearing him down and eventually, him collapsing in fatigue under her.
His eye’s blinked in surprise when he saw her flank open, but he shook his head. That was an excellent opportunity, and for a second he was excited about seeing it, but he quickly decided again it. It was somehow too risky for him to take. If he could help it, he would only bite as much as necessary, for he was attempting to avoid drawing blood. Instead, he knew that she was unbalanced and he released her scruff and crouched suddenly, lowering his front and backed away sharply to escape her grasp and hopefully, he maneuvered quickly enough to catch her off guard. He switched he weight to his haunches when he had escaped and pushed off. He leaped forwards with his paws outstretched in the attempt to wrap her in them and use his momentum to trap her belly-up underneath him.
He was young, though, and his skill wasn’t perfect. He came at her at an awkward angle in his failure to direct his leap in the excitement of having the chance to tackle her for a change. Thus, he left it available for her to escape by simply turning to meet him. With a step to the side, she’d be at the advantage again with his length at her mercy. |