They were near opposites in every way. While Solitaire could not endure long fights, Sinclair could last ages. Dodging and sidestepping and moving about until his faster enemies were worn down. It was the way he knew he had to move in order to win, he wasn’t fast he could side step somewhat quickly but actually running in was disadvantageous for a thick brute like himself. He was truly built to be a warrior, a powerhouse, and that was what he worked with and did. All he could ask now was that the brute in front of him try, that was all it would take. Trying would give Sinclair a good moment to look him over, see what his strengths and weaknesses were then start training him based on what he saw with his vivid red and violet eyes. The mostly white brute simply waited for him to try then, Sinclair wasn’t judging him based on lack of skill and would never do that to anyone, he just needed to know where to start.
So as he encouraged Solitaire to charge him he could see his nerves in his eyes. Sin gave another nod of encouragement before spreading his stance and distributing his weight on his paws in a way that he wouldn’t be unbalanced easily. Then he watched as the other brute finally ran towards him, tucking his chin down to protect his jugular from being easy access, a good move, Sin noted as he came moving forward circling around giving Sin a moment to pivot quickly snapping his foot up hearing the click of jaws where it had been moments before the faster male changed targets. He drew up to Sinclair’s side and instead of fangs a shoulder met his ribs, it hurt and certainly was livable but would likely leave a bruise on his side, and potentially the males shoulder as well if he didn’t hit it right. He slapped his raised foot back to the ground, his sturdy form moving sideways slightly before shoving back and launching his counter.
He started with the fact that Solitaire drew himself so they were both facing forward, Sinclair moved jaws open wide to grab at the side of the brute’s exposed neck. He was gentle, if he took hold he would use his abundance of muscle to shove Solitaire to the ground. If he missed he would stay close to Solitaire, or as close as possible, and attempt to take hold of his left forepaw. In a real fight he would have sought to disable the paw, crunching down as hard as possible, though since it was training he would maybe put some light grazes if Solitaire didn’t respond to that in time.
Once his moves were complete Sinclair said, ”That’s good.” Then would wait for Solitaire to settle himself so Sinclair could give his word then the real training would begin.
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