I walked out the door, keeping my posture right and back straight as I moved, while Seiji, on the other hand, trotted all the way down the hallway like a pony. Or, like an overexcited tiger. I saw a patrol of soldiers coming towards us, and I nodded to them, then didn’t really wait to see how they reacted, concentrating on the incoming task.
“We’re here, so wait for me to say ‘Go’ before you do anything…” I began, or tried to, anyways, as we reached the training place. My tiger pounced on me, forcing me to tuck my legs in and roll on the ground away from him. He growled playfully, then lunged again.
“I didn’t say ‘Go’ yet,” I growled back, thought in truth I really didn’t mind. I shifted into a fighting stance, though still relaxing my muscles. When Seiji neared me, I ducked under him and struck, but his reflexes weren’t bad, either, as he dove forward and shifted his weight even more, making it hard for my reach to get to him. He growled threateningly, somewhat unsheathing his claws, but I moved to the side, holding out one arm slightly to mean that the sparring was over.
My tiger’s eyes flashed, but he relented and backed away. I moved closer and stroked his ears, and he purred a little. “Show me what we can do together,” I requested, and he bent down a little, preparing to take this to the next level. That would be less than nothing compared to what we really did on a battlefield.