Set a fire deep in my soul; One I can't contain, one I won't control.

The glass spears were unwieldy between his thick, black lips. Some warriors on the plains had opted to fight with spears or other weapons, but the Elephant General had preferred to fight bare. Even armor, lightweight leather and (rare) heavy metal, had been too restricting and confining. And his massive size required so much material, the Makutano could cover two small Banderi soldiers for one set of his armor.

“Rohan!” His booming shout was muffled by the weapons he held in his mouth, much to Mbwene’s chortling amusement. The Elephant King shot her a warning, sideways glance; the bonded pair’s relationship was taunt and frayed ever since his spar with the Icebound. He snorted once, before dropped a glass spear at his feet and then tossing the other far in front of him in the small clearing he had halted in. It was an amorphous shape, wider at the north and and narrower at the south end. And it was densely surrounded by the rough, flaky bark of pine trees. He had chosen this clearing because it was so tight—made even smaller by his great mass. It would mean close quarters for sparring with these glass spears, forcing both he and Rohan to use them.

“Sergeant! You’ve been absent from your training too long. Show me you know how to use our weapons!” His bellow moved easily through the thick forest, so accustomed was he to to calling for others in the Edge, now. He was glad that the mist was not as tense today; he would need all of his faculties to fight with this unwieldy weapon. Already, he could feel tension crawling into his withers. He would be much more relaxed if he was about to spar with just his body and his magic…

Slowly his head bent, taking the double-headed spear into his mouth. The glass was angled, allowing his teeth to take purchase on its length; though the sensation of enamel gritting against glass was strange. Still, he readied himself for battle; massive slabs of shoulder squaring and hooves spreading to a base-wide stance in the Edge’s rich soil. Great, heavy haunches were planted in the southern, narrower part of the clearing; chest facing the wider part, where his opponent’s glass spear lay glinting in the sun. His thick tail swayed once at his hocks, dark blue gaze staring into the morning’s murk of the forest. And he waited.

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A: 0/3
WC: 406
Damage tracker: --
Summary: Tembo calls for Rohan; it's early morning, light mist, in a small clearing thickly surrounded by trees.
Note: They will be fighting with glass spears;