Just a little rusty

Cae chuckled at his reply. She wouldn’t discount him for lack of vision, as Cae was well aware that one could fight well despite perceived handicaps. ”I wish you luck, but I’m sure you’ll fight well” Watching as the cats moved off to spectate and Dragon prepared himself, Caelum got to work doing the same. She pushed her nerves to the back of her mind, taking a few steadying breaths and getting herself into that long neglected fighting mindset. She’d never been as good as Zephyr, but she wasn’t terrible. Now she just had to get herself back to where she left off.

Her legs would spread equally, positioned neatly under her body to evenly distribute her weight over them. Head and tail aligned with her spine while her knees bent slightly to lower her center of gravity and make movement easier. Good balance was important - especially if your opponent might be faster than you. Next her hackles would rais, ears fell back against her skul, lips raised in a snarl, eyes narrowed, and chin tucked over her throat. There, defenses set.

Her mind was blank, focus coming naturally like she’d never stopped fighting. The next test would be to see if her moves were still effective, or if she’d lost her touch entirely. She’d force both ego and anxiety to vacate her mind. Neither had a place on the battlefield.

As he came charging at her, Caelum’s mind whirred, trying to select a good option. She ended up running forward a few paces to meet him in his approach, while stepping to the right enough that his left shoulder would collide with her left shoulder, moderate bruising blooming along the point of contact. She used that momentum though, letting it help her swing her body to the right in an attempt to drive the point of her right shoulder in behind his left elbow where his leg met his body, hoping to leave moderate bruises there. Her movement caused his paw to miss it’s mark entirely, however his teeth did manage to find the upper right portion of her chest, leaving mild lacerations as she skidded into her attack. Her body would form an acute angle with his as her hips were not entirely parallel with his since she’d lacked the momentum to slide that far.

As she thrusted her right shoulder forward, Caelum would part her own jaws, amber-tinges fangs meeting daylight as they sought to sink into the back of his neck right where it met his skull, upper jaws aiming for the right side of his neck while lower jaws made for the left side. Ideally she’d manage a grip, or at least leave some respectable puncture wounds behind.

The adrenaline of the fight was reminding her why she picked up fighting in the first place, even if it wasn’t her favored activity. It was a hell of a rush.

Caelum vs. Dragon for Spar!
Round: 1/2
Height: 32 inches
Build: Light