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Some warriors had a method to their fighting, others studied books from famous human philosophers on the art of war and fighting itself. To King, neither of these things mattered. He was born with axe in hand, practically, and so fighting was not a duty, nor a hobby, but his lifestyle. It encompassed everything he was, and to prove himself some worth to his pack, and to his king and queen. But no matter how great a warrior he was, or thought he was, Viking only stopped training to eat, or sleep. The foreign male knew nothing else.
Every sparring partner was different, however. From the large Theodore to the young Itachi, King had yet to observe the moves and general style of this male. The brute lunged forward with his axe, the last connection to the homeland he once knew, senses fully alert. Viking overlooked the environment, however, and how one could use it to their advantage. Before his arms could complete their arch and meet their mark on the black warrior's body, a wave of sand came up towards his chin. It stalled the bone colored male, but he did not pull his weapon back.
Instead, the weapon met the surface of the black warrior's skin; receiving its first taste of blood, though barely. The shadow-hued fighter used sand to his advantage, and by the time Viking cleared his vision and shook his head of the offending grains, he glared as the other male slowly backed into the shores of the ocean. King grunted behind closed lips, frustration apparent as his nicked ear moved backwards upon his thick head of hair. Ruby eye observed the small red stain on the tip of his axe, and it only fueled the foreign warrior for more, as if feeling the need of the weapon itself. The male took thundering steps towards the other male, though cautiously, bracing himself as his feet became engulfed by foam. Silently, expectantly, he awaited for the other male to attack, keeping in mind the disadvantage of water and wet sand that would weigh down his feet.
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