SKILL: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 3
Funny enough that the beast makes up with Meixing and then their next step is to visit a northern pack for a fighting tournament. Perhaps Alduin would’ve made some joke about her fighting too, he would’ve liked to see it, but it seems Meixing is content to watch him instead. And so he will fight with his usual vigor, though instead of this ending in ritual sacrifice, well…he just has to let his opponent walk off. It’s for fun apparently, something he doesn’t often care about when it comes to fighting, deciding to go for efficiency and brutality than anything.
So, as the hellhound finally hears his name, he has half a mind to wonder who he fights as he drifts towards the tournament grounds. Head level with bulky shoulders, he looks as dangerous as he usually does. Though when bloody orbs see who moves up to face him he can’t help but squint his eyes and shift tiger-spotted ears.
She is…small. Petite even.
The idea to laugh bubbles in his chest, something dusky and quiet, but it doesn’t even make it out. The only way she would beat him is from speed, for the hellhound is lumbering and slow, he’d be lucky to even catch her. Though if he manages, he’s worried about accidentally snapping one of those spindly legs of hers.
Seems it’s too late now.
He would stand before her, watching her closely to gauge her confidence — waiting for her to ready up. Though once she does, he would be the first to move in for an attack. Expression just as stoic and emotionless as it was when he stood there, the only difference is the baring of teeth as he rushes forth, dipping his height low enough to snap at her legs. Since he assumes she’s faster than him, crippling her movement would be the best move.
Meixing is allowed to join any of Alduin's threads AW or PRP <3
ALDUIN, BANE OF KINGS, ANCIENT SHADOW UNBOUND...
...WITH A HUNGER TO SWALLOW THE WORLD.