Phoebus
It is relieving to know that he already has an upper hand on others he chooses to battle. A solid defense is more important than any attack… Warrick informs him, and Phoebus nods.
His armor was a great gift the fairies had given him, that was for sure. It could be used to counter an attack, heighten his own attacks, but most importantly protect himself. He lets the fire recede to a soft orange glow, listening to the advice Warrick gives him.
As he ponders, he hardly notices the way the bay stallion shifts, readying himself for an attack. By the time he notices, Warrick is but five feet away, picking up the front of his body into a rear. Phoebus braces himself, eyes closed. He lets flames engulf him in a blistering white glow that stretched out a good twelve inches. He isn’t trying to hurt his mentor, so much as keep himself from feeling the pain of the Overseer’s hooves.
Never let down you guard… The burly voice of an experienced man repeats in his mind as Phoebus’ cerulean eyes open. It would take time, practice, for him to understand the art of war; but he knows, with the help of Warrick, he can make his father proud.
Boy of Fire
@[Warrick] Phoebus totally was not prepared. Lmfao. Warrick can send him off to do something/learn something or he can mock with someone else. Up to you, he's ready to prove himself
