Jailbird's Free

永程

Sirius was good. As fast as he was, the surroundings sped by Yong Cheng in a blur of yellow and blue. He locked in his focus on Sirius' rump. He was closing in... closing in...

Fwump.

Sirius' paw struck him with all the force a wolf his of his size could muster -- which was to say, a lot. Yong Cheng jolted, the impact on his shoulder spreading throughout his body. He was already moving though, and all Sirius' blow did was knock him off his line, changing Yong Cheng's course. A dull pain radiated through his shoulder; he'd seen Sirius' claws the first time they met, and was secretly thankful that his shoulder throbbed, not felt like it was being stabbed.

Knocked off his course, Yong Cheng stumbled away from Sirius, his own momentum helping to propel him further from the Warlord. He was woefully unprepared, and so he found his feet suddenly tripping as his shoulder froze and he buckled. It wouldn't do to go running at Sirius again, not like this. In a real fight, Yong Cheng would have run as fast as he could away from the action, but here, he was contained to within the sparring ring. Warily, he traced Sirius' movements, setting his own defenses.

He kept moving, pacing. The last thing Cheng wanted was for Sirius to catch him unawares.

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