very shortTony wasn't afraid of conflict. He trained for it after all. He wanted to protect his home, family and pack mates. And that's why he joined the brotherhood, or at least, why he was joining the brotherhood. It was one of the things he shared with Lorenzo, the passion for his home. The love for his family and pack mates. Neela fell into both of these categories. And now that she, and himself of course, were in danger, he wouldn't stand down without a fight. Win or loose. He'd protect his home.
Tony nearly lost concentration for a moment when Neela went down, but as he sprung back up again he turned back to Kaer, growling as he found she'd advanced quicker than he expected. But, oddly, he felt no fear. She aimed for his head, but Tony braced himself, holding the sword to the side as he moved his face out of the way. Kaer's sword met his with a ricocheting clang, the smaller weapon bounced away, but Tony was surprised at the woman's strength and stumbled back. He was sure that it would be the last attack aimed at him, or Neela fo that matter.
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