Another day, another training exercise... The time was approaching evening now, and soon it would be time to dine once again, but before that, a certain wolf intended to work up an appetite. However, what was originally intended to be a solo exercise soon turned into a paired sparring session when he realized his owner was  in the same space. Never one to disrespect the hierarchy, as soon as he'd been asked to join her in training, he accepted without even thinking twice.<br/><br/>Perhaps he should have at least thought about it, often times forgetting how her ides of training left her top completely exposed. Celeste was a very statuesque woman, just a little bit taller than he was, with a figure that could prove distracting when it wanted to be... And considering she was only wearing a cloth to protect her womanhood, that meant her healthy chest was going to be a distraction to him in the midst of battle, but not enough of one to completely hamper his ability to fight.<br/><br/>He himself had stripped down to little more than his undergarments in order to make it seem more fair, the rest of his multishaded gray form on full display for her and others watching. Though Rose was most likely busy and Onyx was... Somewhere close by, he felt. The tastes of their largest gladiator meant she was never too far from any one of them... It was all a mystery of which one she wasn't far from. A mystery he couldn't afford to focus on right now as his owner challenged him to come at her again.<br/><br/>"Hm.. As you wish." Rein spoke as he took his own stance. Celeste wasn't their leader for nothing, well versed in many different styles of combatx and unarmed she had at least one advantage over him: her thick tail acted as yet another powerful limb for her to strike with, in addition to her arms or legs. Even back attacks could not get past her so easily. She did have something of a questionable point of guard, which just so happened to be to her right side.<br/><br/>Wearing an eye patch often meant your eye was damaged or repairing in some way, and this was no exception. However, she would likely know and anticipate this too... How many fights did that thought process spell the end of? He didn't know, but a chance was a chance... He had to take it.<br/><br/>"Defend yourself!" He called out. Ducking low, he raced in, hands clenched into fists and raised as he swayed left and right to put her on defense. She would see a feint coming from the left, but she could only anticipate one from the right without turning her head. So once he closed in enough, he leaned right and stretched out his arm seeming to go for a left hook from her blind spot.<br/><br/>But this was the real ruse. A wolf relied not just on power, but being cunning as well. If she prepared for a left hook from the anthro wolf, there would be a window of opportunity for his true attack: a straight jab from his right hand, to connect with her midsection. All he needed to worry about was her powerful defense.