Rumble Tumble Hoe down

She didn’t have to wait long for an opponent to arrive, taking the form of a girl around her age, though taller than her by half a foot and with many more pounds sticking to her thick frame. Even more oddly, she had a unique set of curved tusks reminding her of a boar. She’d never seen anything like it, but whether or not she found them appealing...she couldn’t really say. The girl verified she wanted a fight and Kali’s normal, impish grin settled onto her features. “Well, I certainly didn’t come here to sight see,” she mused, gesturing with a dainty paw to their rather dreary surroundings. While the other may have wanted to verify with her about her intention, Kali didn’t want to waste as much breath. She’d already been through two other spars that day and had plans for more training later, so she wanted to get the show on the road.

Kali leapt forward, her light frame streaking across the earth as she aimed to sweep past her opponent and hopefully shove her shoulder into the knee of the girl’s back left leg in an effort to destabilize her. She didn’t want to hurt her too badly, but if she sprained the knee or dislocated it because she was too slow...well that wasn’t the Cherubim’s fault, was it?