let it die

A form came into view, and instantly Rhaegara started to break it down: no armor, that was good meaning they had a fair fight. The woman was larger, carrying about three inches above Rhae herself and was heavier, built to withstand and pack a punch in a fight. It would be speed that would be Rhae’s saving grace, if she had to guess. She offered the woman a bow as well, seeing mutual terms for the spar, eyes narrowing as she made the first move. She lowered her body closer to the ground, keeping her center low as she lunched for the shoulder, aiming to push up a the last moment to slam into the woman while going for a grip on her shoulder as well.

Carlys descended, beak first as she dove in an attempt to grip the woman’s other shoulder with her claws and nip at the fur both in an attempt to distract the other woman but also in an attempt to scratch it. It was, after all, what they had been training for all the time. Words were not necessary as they moved in unison.