come on love, draw your swords. open

"What lovely fighting," Hummels praised, however his voice wasn't too complimenting. The cougar moseyed over after having watched the whole spar through golden eyes. He didn't know what to label the femmes style as; his was said to be more of an elegant and swift one, just like the rolling winds through the territory. 

"Were you in the attack on Aquinite?" A very simple question. He was curious; perhaps somehow she helped them win quicker. Who knows, though. Corinne may have not even been there!

"I see," he murmured, a brief look of thought appearing on his facial features before it was replaced with his previous, neutral appearance. "No big deal, really. It was a very small attack," Hummels nodded, "and there is no point in wasting too many peoples time on the sorry, or should I say those of the Aquinites."

The Lord took a seat, cocking a brow. "Now that I think about it, what's your name? I don't believe we have met." How embarrassing - he scolded himself for not keeping up with the civilians in his head, frowning slightly.

And over came Helixpaw. The feline smiled at the two, before settling down nearby. She had seen the fighting, though only a little, and she wasn't sure who to compliment. So she just left it. She came to stand beside Hummels, smiling at Corinne. "Nice spar." She finally settled on.

Holy shit, look at the first genius she saw spar. Every spar ended with the other one actually getting hurt, either that or they would die. The poor priests had so much pressure because of all the dumb-asses. "My name is Dramatenia." She mewed, the black plain cat letting her green eyes look around.