Gerdidon

Gerdidon sniggered as she pounced upon the unsuspecting Dryopteris. The lupine Tundra snarled and rolled out from under her bulk, continuing the sparring session. The Skydancer formed a few long feathered daggers and barely missed. Dryopteris retaliated in kind with her battle axe, the heavy weapon slamming before Gerdidon with a strong clang and cracking the stone below the pair's feet.

"You'll never take down a demigod with that sort of yellow-bellied tactic!" The Tundra bellowed as she swung once more. Gerdidon nimbly danced away, banner flapping, as she attacked once more. One dagger grazed Dryopteris' fur and the pair paused. "Well...not quickly at least." She added with a grumble.

"But Dryoooo, Constantine and Toothpaste are always tossing around spells and the like, not to mention the literal Mage Corps the Godhunters employ!" Gerdidon whined, feathers drooping. "Anyways, I know you worry, but its not like you and Vuo will let anything get near me." The Skydancer seemed pleased as her previously flat crest puffed up again. Dryopteris sighed heavily, axe drooping as she realized the spar was over.

"Princess, I know you trust us and it's quite flattering, but this is important!"