Enter The Prodigy

The reaction he expected from the little woman was not what he received, in fact, it was the complete opposite. Since their first exchange she had responded with snarky, comical responses, and now she appeared almost flirtatious in the way she moved. He stood still, watching her form curiously, for there was something fishy about her sudden mood change. But then again, especially in his experience, women tend to change their minds faster than the wind. Once she moved to stand beside him, he was tense. Emerald eyes were determined never to leave her face, in case she was trying to trick him in some way... but damn was that hard. He couldn't help but let his eyes drop, for just a moment as she spoke so seductively. That was all she needed to strike like a rose with thorns.

It happened quickly, which wasn't surprising due to her leaner form. His legs buckled under the surprise strike, and suddenly his weight was riding on top of the little girl, making him flip down her spine. Instantly Landon worried his weight might've broken something, but his pride had other things to be concerned about. Like, how he just got side-swiped by a little girl? How could he have let that happen? His legs twisted to catch himself, but only just. His rump hit the ground for a few seconds before he popped back up, green eyes gone wild as they prepared for another attack. He chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he praised her tactics, "You almost had me, little Minx. I must say, my feelings are a bit hurt." He mocked a pouting lip before it turned into a grin. She had proved herself to be no mere mouse, a Minx was more fitting to her now.

With his head lowered to be parallel with his shoulders, Landon began to circle around the dark vixen. "Tell me something, little Minx, who taught you this move?" He paused, tilting his head to the side while seeming to shrug his shoulders. "I only ask because, well I get the feeling you're no pack slave nor a family girl, so I can only wonder if this is training or pure talent." How interesting would that be? A young girl with a knack for fighting? The idea stirred in his mind, plotting out his moves, while his eyes stayed narrowed in on her form, awaiting her answer with as much anticipation as he could muster. "Gotta any more moves to show me little Minx?" He would stop his moving then, turning to face her more directly, waiting to see if she truly wanted to show her skills or if she would settle for her minor victory over him.