07-24-2024, 09:13 PM
Who better to test fight for the upcoming tournament than your immortal boyfriend, right? Kole had offered, mind—he was a Templar for a reason, and he may as well put his skills to good use. He liked being useful. He also liked not being bored, hence offering to fight Meteor—give himself something to do while also being productive.
His gaze flicked up to Vale as xe spoke. Then to Meteor. He grinned. "Come on snake, let's rattle!" Kole taunted. A bit arrogant, but then, when wasn't he? He'd been hyping himself up while they warmed up—stretching, surveying the landscape. Speed was going to be his strength when going up against Meteor, since he was smaller and leaner and thus more agile. He could use the landscape to his advantage, too—
But not yet. Meteor would likely be expecting him to dive at him. Kole, believe it or not, was not quite that stupid.
There were tell-tale signs when a fire-breather like Kole was going to, well, breathe fire. The deep intake of breath, the sudden glow from the depths of their chest—but Kole was hoping Meteor would be too distracted by his outdated slang to pay attention to it. Flame spewed forth from his lips, licking dangerously close to Meteor's face, but not quite touching—and then Kole would dive, using the momentary distraction to hopefully clamp his teeth down around Meteor's ankle and yank, hard, with the intent of knocking the lion off balance, or better, taking his paws right on out from under him.
His gaze flicked up to Vale as xe spoke. Then to Meteor. He grinned. "Come on snake, let's rattle!" Kole taunted. A bit arrogant, but then, when wasn't he? He'd been hyping himself up while they warmed up—stretching, surveying the landscape. Speed was going to be his strength when going up against Meteor, since he was smaller and leaner and thus more agile. He could use the landscape to his advantage, too—
But not yet. Meteor would likely be expecting him to dive at him. Kole, believe it or not, was not quite that stupid.
There were tell-tale signs when a fire-breather like Kole was going to, well, breathe fire. The deep intake of breath, the sudden glow from the depths of their chest—but Kole was hoping Meteor would be too distracted by his outdated slang to pay attention to it. Flame spewed forth from his lips, licking dangerously close to Meteor's face, but not quite touching—and then Kole would dive, using the momentary distraction to hopefully clamp his teeth down around Meteor's ankle and yank, hard, with the intent of knocking the lion off balance, or better, taking his paws right on out from under him.
NIKOLAI PENDRAGON
KOLE — MALE — VAMPIRIC COYOTE — DOTD TEMPLAR — TAGS