THE WRAITH.
soldier of infinity
The month was July, the season was summer- or at least according to the City cats who knew about human customs. He'd been with Infinity for four moons now, and settled in quite well, if his superiors praises were anything to go off of. So busy with missions, he'd been, that he wouldn't have even noticed the passage of time if it weren't for the weather going from chilly to sweltering. Going off the age Infinity's doctors believed him to be around, he should have already experienced summer once in his life time, though he was unable to recall such a time in his life. There'd been freezing cold, rushing water that had stolen his breath and swept him to the city, pain and numbness when he'd washed ashore, and then all he had known was his saviors, Infinity.
During his time with them, however, he'd definitely found he came to enjoy being out at night more than he did the day. In the winter, his black spotted pelt had clashed spectacularly with the snow. He somehow recalled snow in a forest being more pure than any found in the City, more mucky slush than true snow, though he knew he didn't blend in either way unless afforded the cover of night. It was bit easier to work with the shadows as winter melted into spring and then summer, he would admit, but again- his pelt was of the night, he was of the night. The night, inky blackness struggling to engulf all in its sight, was him.
Therefore, as he weaved his way through the City under the cover of a moonless night, he felt gratitude to his saviors, even if the heat rising off the pavement still was near unbearable. It felt like it might have melted his paws off, if he hadn't already experienced worse pain in his short life.
At last he came upon the abandoned building he'd been instructed to head towards and wait in. Apparently Infinity were partnering with another local group struggling for a foothold in the City, and he was to help educate one of their members. If his teaching for them proved fruitful, he might be invited to teach more yet, and would have the honor of securing an alliance for his saviors, one that would put them in a very strategic spot to secure more territory within the City, and therefore more members to bolster their numbers.
He didn't always like what his superiors asked of him, but he did feel indebted to them. They saved his life, and it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. He didn't remember who he was. They'd bestowed him with a new title, and they'd offered him opportunities to repay their kindness. He was their Wraith and didn't hesitate in cutting down those who would wish ill upon his saviors.
So he waited in the shadows inside the building, thankful to escape the heat of the paved streets outside, for who he was to train.
THE WRAITH.
soldier of infinity
As expected, her petite frame was misleading. She held muscle beneath her beautiful pelt, as evidenced by how the breath was driven from him when she kicked up into his stomach. It allowed her the perfect opportunity to stun him with another blow to the face and put distance between him, the feel of her claws dragging across his cheek, even if shallowly, catching him by surprise.
He stood and stared for a moment once more, having to take a moment to remind himself that this was only a spar and not the usual fights to the death he was used to. If he inadvertently killed this she-cat, he knew not only would he have hell to pay but so would all of Infinity. Crimson Moon would not take the killing of one of their assets lying down, after all.
Where he was a brick wall, she was the wind. He was unshakable, she moved so fast it was hard for the eye to track. The charcoal Bengal was aware of her moving, tensing to meet her blow with one of his own, but then she was changing course faster than he could register and trying to choke him out. Without hesitation he reared up, tipping backwards to crush her into the concrete floor and beneath him, using the moment to really drive an impact into her. If she wanted to play rough enough to bring out claws, he would meet her on that level.
Twisting around once her hold loosened, he drove a back paw into her soft belly before showing her what a real headbutt felt like. Considering he couldn't remember anything before Infinity because of a blow to the head, it was safe to say he knew the amount of trauma his head could take. "Proximity is dangerous for you, little spider," he warned, voice low since they were face to face and there was no one else in the room who needed to hear him speak. "Good speed, but you need more fluidity. Don't think too much."
Truthfully it was hard to nitpick her like this, since against other cats out there she would more than easily hold her ground, but he wasn't any other cat. They didn't do things that any other cats did. He'd been sent her to train her, and he'd be ruthless about it. He didn't fail, she couldn't fail.