It was another hot summer day, but the copper-scaled dragonkin paid the heat no mind.

His soft copper gaze intense as it fixed solely on his 'opponent' as the two went around in a circle, blades drawn. His tail lashed heavily behind him, his back covered in dust with how many times he's been laid out already.

Sunny lunges, only to be met with a swift laying out once more as the other performs a string of moves that ends with his disarming and being flat on his back. A blade directed at his thickly scaled throat, tipped at the only soft spot just beneath his chin. "Ugh—" he groans as his blonde hair splays across the dusty rock beneath him, "end me already oh great one—" he snarks up at his friend as he makes a dramatic show of giving up, stretching out and going limp.

"How are you so good at this?" Sunny huffs in complaint, unmoving from the ground as his friend sheaths their sword and sits nearby. He isn't physically exhausted, he could go at this for hours more. But mentally. Ugh.

He's dreamt of being on the Dragon Guard since he was a hatchling. He has the scales made for combat, thick and heavy for natural armor that covers most vulnerable go-to stabbing and slicing spots. But for the life of him, he can't fight. He isn't a strategist. He gets caught off guard and parried too easily.

He's a disgrace to his bloodline even if they won't say it directly to his face. His family has been part of the Dragon Guard since... well... forever. Some great-great-GREAT someone, eons ago in his family was part of its foundation even. Now that he thinks about it... they're probably still alive... somewhere... maybe. Who knows. Once a dragon or dragonkin leaves Drunara they're rarely seen or heard from again... for one reason or another.

"... you think I'll ever get the hang of this?" Sunny asks, softly sighing as he rolls his head to look at his friend, his best friend, who was most definitely going to get into the Dragon Guard if they wished come recruitment time. He's always admired his friend, but right now he can't help but be a smidge envious of their skills.

"Can't I just borrow your battle prowess or something?" He huffs with an undignified little pout pulling onto his lips and making childish grabby hands towards them as if he could magically absorb his friend's skills with the gesture.

That isn't how it works, unfortunately.