Prove Your Heart To Me

Surreal smiled softly as her russet and silver daughter showed her what she remembered. "An-mhaith. Anois, cuimhneamh ar na ceachtanna ar ionsaithe agus licíní." And with that, she launched herself into the spar. She hoped her daughter would get the rest of her defenses into working order as the spar progressed. What wasn't remembered would be retrained, whether Faite gained the rank she wished or not.

As Surreal kicked off, her head and tail flowed at a level with her spine, chin tucking to guard her throat, shoulders rolling forward over the base of her neck to guard the muscles there as her neck scrunched back into her shoulders, scruff rolling into a fatty, fleshy layer of defense over her neck, the vertebrae in particular. Her hackles rose in stiff attention from the base of her skull to the top of her tail as her eyes slid to half closed, narrowed slits, her ears flattened, and her face scrunched into a menacing, wrinkled scowl, jaws parting slightly. Her paws fell in balanced, even strides, elbows and hocks bending slightly to lower her center of gravity and loosen the joints for more fluid movements as her toes spread to expand her balance and her claws sought to dig into the earth under their paws for traction. Her abdomen tightened, core firming as her haunches coiled and released, seeking to propel herself with force at her opponent over the ten feet of distance, wishing to close that distance swiftly.

She sought to come at Faite head on, hind legs driving her hard toward the young wolf as she sought to forcefully ram the whole front of her chest into the whole front of Faite's chest, seeking to drive her daughter back, and possibly wind the girl. Simultaneously, she sought to raise her front end - hind legs squaring under her hips to support the majority of her weight as her tail flicked horizontally with the ground to act as an extra balancing rudder - both front legs seeking to snap upward from the ground and wrap around Faite's neck - just under her skull - hoping to cross her front paws over at the wrists to secure a solid grip on her opponent.

Her jaws parted further as she angled her head slightly to her right, seeking to snap her jaws shut over Faite's left ear, upper canines seeking a hold above the left ear, an inch toward the space between Faite's ears, while her lower canines sought a grip just an inch under the left ear. She sought to grip the ear with this move, while employing a final tactic; letting loose a wild roar that she hoped to startle her opponent with, hoping to distract her, challenge her to give her effort to match Surreal's.

No quarter would be given. Faite would be pressed to fight back as best as she knew how. They needed fierce fighters, and Surreal had a strong feeling that Faite could be damned scary in a fight with a lot of training. As a descendant of both Armada and Adravendi lines, it was a strong possibility.

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Extra Notes: Sorry this took so long, Oii, where has my head beeeeeen lately! And I can go with three :P We can certainly go with no defaults. Since you're knocking off the rust, and I'm a bit slower with spars lately. Ten feet agreed to by Shrap :D