Time to Train! Time to fight!

Naiche bent low with the intent to bite her neck and Asla giggled aloud. She met his teeth with her own, slicing her lip on his exposed fangs, but it didn't matter. It was for the shock factor. She simultaneously threw the rest of her body forward, wrapping it about his chest and neck to haul him to the ground. Yeah, she had essentially kissed him during their fight, but now she'd get the real thing.

With Naiche on the ground beneath her, she was the clear victor. With a grin, Aslatiel stared down at her opponent. There was the lust of battle still burning in those purple eyes as she leaned down to claim her prize. Soft, blackened lips touched upon those of the wheaten man. Her lids dropped to half mast, but she never lost eye contact. Leaving her own blood smeared across Naiches mouth from her split lip, Asla winked and stepped back, allowing him to rise.

Turning, she went to talk to her grandmother about the fight. Naiche was completely forgotten for now.