Test Your Mettle

For once, her brother was prompt to arrive, rich golden eyes bright, eager. Her mismatched gaze ran over his form, larger than her own. The deft once-over was that of a warrior inspecting another, taking stock of what was to be fought against, before a smile graced her features at his words, her eyes lighting with a challenge. "It has indeed, deartháir." Her uniquely accented tones were warm.

To his question, she nodded briefly. "I want to get a feel for where your skill is, especially since I've never seen you fight. If you impress me enough, you get the rank. If not, you remain as a Unit until you've improved and trained enough to test again. I don't doubt you'll have enough skill to gain this rank, however." A slow grin crossed her face as her voice took on a sisterly, teasing tone. "Tá súil agam go bhfuil go léir go mórchóir fionnaidh agus ní saill!"

With that, she lunged, claws digging into the turf for extra propulsion and traction, seeking to close the ten foot distance between herself and her brother with little warning for her brother, choosing to conduct the spar at the skill level she expected of Castiel.

Her defenses fell into place over the course of the first stride and a half; her head and tail flowed at a level with her spine, her face pulled into a wrinkled canvas and painted with a snarl, teeth bared, eyes narrowed, ears pinned to her skull. Her chin tucked slightly to guard her throat as her shoulders rolled forward over the base of her neck and she scrunched her neck back into her shoulders. Her scruff rolled accordingly into a layer of fur, skin, muscle and fat to defend her vertebrae and the nerves therein as her hackles rose in a stiff defense from the base of her skull to the base of her tail. Her paws fell squarely with each large stride, toes spreading wide and claws grasping at the ground for traction as her elbows and hocks bent slightly to lower her center of gravity and loosen her joints for fluid movement and, lastly, her abdominal muscles tensed, core tightening in preparation and excitement.

She sought to come at Castiel head on, veering slightly to her own left as she sought to drive the forward point of her right shoulder squarely into her brother's windpipe, near the center of his chest and base of his neck, putting the brunt of her charge into the force, while simultaneously striving to tilt her head outward to her left and aiming to snap parted jaws for the right side of Castiel's head, wishing to hook her lower canines under his right lower jaw and obtain a tight grip over his right ear with her upper canines.

She sought to snap her right foreleg forward, weight shifting fluidly to her other three limbs, hind legs widening their stance to maintain a firm base of balance as she strove to hook her right front paw around Castiel's right front leg, aiming to grapple with the main bend in the leg and drag the limb toward herself and gain an advantage.

Even for her brother, she wasn't one to hold her blows all that much, and she had a feeling her larger sibling wouldn't disappoint her and lily-pad his way through this spar.

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Extra Notes: Ten feet of distance agreed upon between Keno and myself :P *Edited round count, overseen and approved by Arin <333