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spar vs sirius
"you have no idea" Dutch sneered at the dire wolf as he neared her. so far she'd met nothing but large brutes, Sirius included. at least one of them lay with her and treated her like any other woman in this damnable land. Hannibal hadn't really pushed her around though. it was... mutual pushing. it brought a smirk to her lips as the man before her raced to meet her. she was far from a blushing bride type. that evening was only met with amusement now.
Sirius, again, wasted no time. Dutch assumed he was actions first and talk later type of wolf. he aimed at her and the dwarf, no slouch anymore with fighting, rose to meet him. she twisted her body as he collided with her, giving her shoulder the brunt of the collision instead of her chest. this time she wouldn't be winded by him. though she jerked to the side from the force, she was quick to retaliate. twisting her body back like a spring, she snapped her jaws at the man's upper left leg in hopes of gaining some footing.
she wanted to grab the meaty shoulder but he was too tall for that. she'd settle for grabbing anything she could get.
Sirius versus Dutch for Spar
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