“You really have learned a few new tricks since last we met up!” It’s a shout of approval, Bronson charging in to sink his teeth deep into the bear’s flank while he can, pulling hard as blood paints his muzzle. The bear can’t move but Bronson can, and he’s strong even for a mabari as grizzled as he is, muscle tearing before he leaps back and circles around to find a new place to attack. Asher swings again, confident enough in the three of them working together that he takes time to watch Korrin’s blade as she goes. Two-handed is two-handed, sparring might actually work better between them now and it’d be something new to prepare himself against.

Skyhold’s good for that, he ached after sparring with the Iron Bull but it was absolutely what he wanted and needed.

Moving to the leg Bronson’s at, he swings his axe up, a cut that only stops when it hits the strong bones of the shoulder, the bear’s breath fogging the air when it roars in rage and agony.