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It had been quite a while since Mathias had been to the gymnasium in search of somebody to spar with. So long, in fact, that he was sure his fighting skills were probably getting quite rusty. He really had no excuse for this. He had become lazy over the past few months, complacent, and probably very boring. He spent most of his days sleeping and most of his evenings wandering around the nearby forest in his natural form. He didn't spend time with anybody that he might consider a "friend", he didn't call or text anybody, and he had been skipping classes.

He had been unhappy with his lot in life, but it was time for a change, and that change started here.

Unfortunately, he didn't really know the proper procedure, or if there really was one, for finding somebody to spar. So, he just stood against a wall, arms crossed, frowning (or more accurately, scowling) until someone wandered by.

"Hey!" He stood up straight, pointed, and then cocked a clawed finger to bid the boil closer. "I am needing you to fight vith me."

From the distance, the boil didn't actually appear all that big or threatening. As he came closer, however, Mathias realized that this wasn't quite the case. Not that it really mattered to him, anyways. He enjoyed the challenge.

Mathias looked up towards the boil, and then scowled. "It is vut am needing, I assure you." He reiterated, and then pushed himself off of the wall.

"Come on, then."

Mathias couldn't help but to grin, quite gleeful at the prospect of getting some exercise in the form of hitting things, and being hit. It had really been far too long since he had done this last, and as they moved to a cleared sparring area, he swung his arms and stretched his neck from side to side, cracking it as he rolled it from shoulder to shoulder.

Turning around, he sized up his opponent briefly. "Okay, if ve are both ready, than?" It was posed as a question, but the wolpertinger did not wait to spring forward with a balled up fist, aiming to punch the other boil in his stomach.


HP: 40
Damage: 8

Mathias ducked and dodged to one side when the other boil lurched towards him, the dragons long claws catching air and maybe a few strands of Matty's long hair.

The wolpertinger smirked as he straightened. "Big and slow. How disappointing."

That punch to the armour had been hard on the wolpertingers fist, though, so he shook it out, and then abruptly spun on one foot while round house kicking, again at the other boils stomach, with one thickly soled heel of his boot.


HP: 40
Damage: 6